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The Lake House Lessons 01

By: JayDavid



Friday and Saturday

It is a cliché of the high school movie that the social structure is rigid, and it is almost impossible to change your status. That once you are classified as a nerd, a jock, a stoner, or a popular kid, you are locked into that status for four years barring something like getting super powers. As a nerd and social outcast, I had always hoped that this wasn't true, but as my senior year came to an end, I had pretty much accepted my lack of social status and hoped that I could start fresh in college.

My marginal position in the pecking order at North High School was not surprising on one hand—I was valedictorian, editor of the school newspaper, shy and socially awkward—and my one attempt to ask a girl out on a date in sophomore year was met by stunned silence and laughter, followed by days of giggling and pointing by most of my classmates. On the other hand, my older sister Sarah was beautiful, the most popular girl in her class, and dominated the social life of the school when she was a senior. If I had been a different person, I probably could have ridden to social acceptability on her coat tails. But when she was a senior, I was just a lowly freshman, small, skinny and shy, and never capitalized on her status in any way.

At the end of my junior year, I had the late growth spurt that my dad always promised, but which I never believed would happen. I grew 6 inches, and once I got over the pain, I started to swim a lot in our pool and at the gym. As a result, the little scrawny freshman became a 6'1", reasonably in shape, senior. But it was as if the three prior years had created a lens that prevented anyone from seeing me as anything but what I had always been. And one other thing—when you are a teenaged boy who has had zero luck with girls, and a laptop, and minimal parental supervision, you watch a lot of porn. Based on that, I could tell that my male equipment was, to say the least, fairly substantial. But I could not walk around school with my cock hanging out, so it didn't help me charm the ladies.

Despite my physical changes, I remained introverted and utterly lacking in confidence. I was afraid of girls, and could hardly speak to any of them, and the prettier they were, the more I feared them. Of course, in reality, the really pretty ones didn't even know I existed. Instead, I kept to myself and my two close friends, Fred and Gina. Yes, Gina was a girl, but she and I had been friends forever, and she didn't really do anything to act like the other girls. She wore baggy clothing, no makeup and got her hair cut at the same barber that I did. None of had been on a date, or to a big high school party. Instead, we spent time together, doing things like math league and science fairs, talking, playing video games and on the Internet, pretending that was enough for us, and what everybody else seemed to be doing for "fun," like drinking, smoking weed, dating or going to parties, was beneath us.

It was the end of my senior year, late on the afternoon of the Friday before Memorial Day weekend. I had just returned home from the coffee shop where I had been hanging out with Gina. We had a long discussion about a British TV show that we both liked, but never agreed about, and after that discussion petered out, we left, with vague plans to hang out over the long weekend. There was, I had heard, a huge party that night at a football player's house, but as usual, I was not invited, and had convinced myself that I didn't care to waste time with the morons in my class.

Instead of getting ready to go out, I was, as I often was, in my room, wasting time on my computer. I was in all AP classes and had taken the exams earlier in May, so the next month of school before graduation was going to be pretty light—a few fun projects, some final newspaper things, including passing the reins to next year's staff, and a few easy finals. And writing my graduation speech, in which I was planning on ripping my classmates for the way they had excluded me and my fellow nerds and other social pariahs.

I looked out my window to our pool and could see Sarah, home from college, and three of her friends, Ariel, Beth and Cara, standing outside the pool in their bathing suits, drinking beers and laughing. This had been one of my truly guilty pleasures over the years, watching a parade of hot girls swimming outside my window. My sister's friends were always the best looking girls in the school, and I admit to having jerked off more than once while watching them cavort in the pool. I remember once in ninth grade even seeing a girl's bikini top come off, which kept my fantasy world going for weeks.

I kept watching the girls out my window. Ariel, almost as tall as me, blonde and lightly tanned, with broad shoulders from her volleyball playing and clearly intense workouts, nice sized breasts being held up by her patterned, multicolored, bikini top, and long, athletic legs. Beth, shorter, with dark curly hair and olive skin, wearing a navy blue one piece suit that barely contained her exceptionally large tits, and which was cut high on the leg, showing off her strong gymnast's thighs. And Cara, nearly as tall as Ariel, skinny and pale, with long light brown hair that reached down to her incredible ass, which was displayed alluringly by the yellow thong style bikini she was wearing, and which was crowned with an ornate lower back tattoo. I realized that my hand had reached inside my gym shorts and that I was stroking my hardening cock. As I had so often done during the past few years, I moved to my bed, pulled down my shorts and began to jerk off in earnest.

When the door opened.

I screamed, tried to cover myself with the blanket and saw my sister, with a shocked look on her face.

"Jack-what the fuck are you doing?" she yelled.

"None of your damned business," I cleverly responded, "and don't you know how to knock?"

"I was coming to ask whether you wanted to come out for a swim with us, and I didn't expect that you were whacking off," she replied.

"Well, I kinda expected some privacy," I responded.

Now that the moment of total embarrassment had passed, and I was back in my shorts, rather than leave me alone, Sarah sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at me. We had actually always been pretty close, despite our different personalities, and I could see some concern on her face. She was a lot like our mom, and after Mom died a few years before, Sarah really tried to be there for me, even checking in on me regularly from college, which was especially helpful because Dad had reacted to Mom's death by throwing himself into his law practice and rarely was home. And when he was home, he really didn't pay much attention to what Sarah and I were doing.

"Jack," Sarah asked, in a motherly way, "do you do this a lot?"

My faced reddened and I nodded.

"You've never had a girlfriend, have you?"

I shook my head.

"And are you a--"

I interrupted her before she could finish. "Yes, I'm a virgin," I spat out, "A fucking 18 year old virgin. I haven't even kissed a girl, unless you count once in 6th grade on a dare, and I don't."

Sarah's face fell. "That shouldn't be. I mean, you have turned into kind of a hot guy, and from what I saw, your, um, is kinda--"

I interrupted her again, because it was getting uncomfortable. "O.K.—stop. That's enough."

Sarah got off the bed and turned to leave. "I have an idea, but I need to talk to my friends about it."

She was gone before I could say anything. I liked the fact that she thought that I was kind of hot. I looked out the window and saw Sarah speaking in an animated way with her friends, occasionally pointing toward my window, and the rest of them talking, laughing and nodding. I was both embarrassed by the situation, but intrigued. I knew that Sarah would never do anything to embarrass or humiliate me; to the contrary, I believed that she always had my back. I knew that she felt bad about her inability to protect me from the nerd's treatment at school, even though it was totally my fault.

Later that evening, I was in the kitchen making myself dinner when Sarah came in, her hair still wet from the shower, wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. She was as beautiful as her friends, if not even more so, with dark, almost black, wavy shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes, full red lips and a great body. If she hadn't been my sister, I would have included her in many of my fantasies, and Fred once mentioned that he had a huge crush on Sarah, which she, of course, never noticed, probably because Fred never actually spoke to her when he came over to our house. Not that it would have mattered—girls like Sarah and her friends, even the ones our age, were way out of our league.

Sarah sat down on one of the stools that surrounded the kitchen island and smiled at me.

"O.K., Jack," she started, "here's my plan, and the girls are all on board. We want you to come with us tomorrow to the lake house for the weekend. I pretty much guarantee that you'll enjoy yourself. I also think you'll learn a lot, and maybe it will help you get enough confidence to actually find yourself a girlfriend."

"Are you saying that your friends are going to—"

She interrupted me—"I am not saying anything more than I strongly suggest that you cancel any weekend plans that you might have, pack a bag and get ready for a weekend that you will always remember."

I told her that I would do that and texted Fred that I was going to the lake house over the weekend with Sarah, Beth, Cara and Ariel. He was a bit annoyed that we wouldn't be going to see a new movie together as we had planned, but when I told him what I thought was going to happen, he was excited for me and wished me luck. I wasn't comfortable mentioning it to Gina, who I knew would give me crap, and assumed that Fred would let her know where I was. I then packed my bag, and after agonizing over it for a while, chose my clothing for the next day--an ironic t-shirt and shorts, with a pair of Converse sneakers.

Late that night, Sarah and I were watching some sitcom reruns together when Dad came home from the office. Apparently, he wasn't aware that it was a holiday weekend, and that pretty much everybody leaves the office early. Ever since Mom died, he worked his ass off, came home, watched a little TV, maybe checked his email, and went to bed. No social life that we were aware of. I guess that he was more like me, and Sarah was more like Mom, who was always throwing parties and organizing nights out with their friends.

Sarah reminded Dad that she and her friends were going to the lake house for the weekend, and that she had invited me. Dad seemed a bit surprised, but just nodded and agreed to let us take his SUV as long as we left him the keys to our cars. He rarely questioned either of our movements, not that I did much, anyway. Sarah asked him what his weekend plans were, and he told her he needed to work on a brief, and was going to do some stuff around the house. She tried to convince him to go out or do something fun, but he just ignored her, said good night and went up to his room.

After awhile, Sarah suggested that we hit the sack, since we were leaving early the next day. I went to bed, but started thinking about the weekend. The only thing I could think of was that my sister had convinced her friends to fuck me, so that I wouldn't graduate a virgin. Frankly, as embarrassing as that might be, I decided that if this was the way that I was going to finally have sex, and that if any of those super hot college girls wanted to take my v-card, I wasn't going to complain. I started to imagine each of them naked, comparing and contrasting their faces and bodies and thinking about what I would do to them, based on the videos I had seen on the Internet, until I realized that I had a raging hard on. So I did what anyone in my position would do—I jerked off, and afterwards was able to get to sleep.

I woke up the next morning at 6 a.m., two hours before we were scheduled to leave, but couldn't fall back to sleep. This was the weekend that I was going to have sex for the first time, and with a girl ridiculously better looking than I could ever imagine. I showered, shaved off my minimal facial hair and got dressed. I thought I looked O.K. I checked my email and Facebook quickly, then shut down the laptop and packed it up for the weekend. I grabbed both bags and went downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. The house was quiet—Sarah didn't seem to be awake yet.

About 7:30, I heard Sarah come out of her room and shower. A while later, she came downstairs, wearing a tight, white t-shirt that showed off her nice rack, and light pajama pants with her college logo. Sarah went to our state college. She was only a fair student in high school, and from what she told me, she spent much of her time focused on cheerleading, partying and screwing big, athletic guys. I was impressed that despite her active social life she never missed classes and, when Mom died, still held it together and did well enough to graduate in the middle of her class. From what she told me, her college years have been similar—she does O.K. in class, and enjoys her social life. She is president of her sorority, after a successful year as social chair when she organized parties that were, she told me, the best and most fun on campus.

I handed her a mug of coffee, and she told me that we would be running a bit late because Beth was a little hung over and needed to sleep a little longer.

"That's O.K.," I said. "No big deal."

"How long have you been awake?"

"Since 6—I couldn't sleep."

She sipped her coffee and looked at me knowingly over the cup.

"Yeah, I can understand. Anyway, we'll leave soon."

We ate breakfast. She told me that whatever happened this weekend, I should have fun, listen and learn. She told me that I shouldn't be nervous or worried, because her friends liked me, and I didn't need to do anything to impress them, other than just be myself.

I objected, "Being myself is why I have never been with a girl."

Sarah laughed and said, "I'm talking about the smart, funny, thoughtful and sweet Jack that Fred, Gina and I know, not the shy, passive aggressive high school Jack who is so scared of rejection that he pushes everyone else away. If you had let the good Jack out more often, I guarantee that you would have had a better time the last few years."

I thought about what she said, and realized that she was right, but I never had the self-assurance to do anything but take the snubs from the social elite. Sarah then demanded to see what I had packed for the weekend, removed a few items that she deemed wholly unacceptable and looked through my closet and dresser to find replacements that she told me were more flattering. Sarah told me that I was, objectively, a good looking guy, and that I didn't have to try to hide it. At that point, Sarah's phone went off.

She checked her message, turned to me and said, "OK, let's go."

Sarah grabbed the keys to Dad's SUV and we went to the garage, tossed our bags into the back and got in. I guess I just assumed that she would drive, and she never hesitated getting into the driver's seat. As she turned on the engine, I reached for the radio.

"Don't touch that," she ordered. "We are not listening to your indie crap on a 3 hour drive."

My one real complaint about Sarah was her lousy musical taste—sappy pop music and rap. I guess that was what I would have to put up with to get to the promised land. She tuned the satellite radio to some station that I never listened to, and we were off.

First, we picked up Beth, who despite the hangover, looked good to me behind her sunglasses, her tits straining against a tiny green shirt that also showed off her flat tanned abs. She threw her bag in the back of the car, gave me a bigger smile than I expected, and got into the back seat. Next, we drove to Cara's house. She came out of her house wearing a black bikini top and tight shorts, with her hair in a long braid reaching down to the top of her perfect butt. She got into the back seat behind Sarah and immediately started singing along to the radio. Finally, we stopped in front of Ariel's house, and waited a couple of minutes before Sarah texted her. A few minutes later, she emerged from the house in a baggy t-shirt and pajama pants. She got into the car behind me, moving Beth, the shortest of the 3, into the center seat.

Sarah drove the car toward the highway and the girls all started to chatter over the loud music.

Cara reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of tequila, taking a swig and offering it to Beth, who said, "hair of the dog, I guess," before taking a drink.

Sarah laughed and said, "Starting early, are we?"

Cara responded, "Haven't stopped."

They laughed, and Ariel asked for the bottle and took a drink.

"What about Jack?" Ariel asked.

Before I could say anything, Sarah said, "If he expects to play with us, he needs to keep up, I guess."

They passed me the bottle. Although I was not a big drinker, having some beer every once in a while, I wanted to fit in, so I took a drink, and felt the fire on the way down. I coughed and passed the bottle back to Beth in the back seat. I was happy to see that Sarah didn't take a drink.

The girls began to talk and I quickly lost the thread of their conversation, which was mostly about people I didn't know and TV shows I didn't watch. Between the tequila and having not slept well the night before, I began to doze off, fantasizing about what each of them would look like naked, and what it might be like to fuck each of them.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop, and I woke up, my cock hard. I looked at my watch—I had been asleep for nearly an hour and a half, and we were parking in a shopping center.

Sarah gave me a shove and said, "get up—we need supplies."

The 5 of us got out of the car, Sarah grabbed a cart and we went into the supermarket. I tried to hide the bulge in my pants as we entered the store. Rather than start with vegetables, as I normally did, and work my way methodically around the store, Sarah made a bee-line toward the beer aisle. She and Cara each threw a case of cheap beer into the cart, then looked at each other and threw in another case. We then careened around the store, buying burgers and chicken to barbecue, milk, coffee, bread, eggs, OJ, ice and other staples for the weekend.

After paying for the food, we left the store. Sarah tossed me the keys and told me to load the car as the girls went into the liquor store next door. I rolled the basket out to the car and carefully loaded the bags in the spaces around our luggage. As I finished, the girls returned, with a brown cardboard wine case, which, based on the way that Ariel was carrying it, was heavy, but the top flaps were folded closed, so I couldn't see what was in the case. I trusted that this crew knew their way around a liquor store, and mentally prepared myself for a weekend of drinking.

"OK, now we are ready to party," said Beth, and we loaded into the car for the last leg of the trip.

As we hit the road, Ariel, who was sitting behind me, reached up and started to rub my neck and shoulders, saying "Jack, you've barely said a word—you seem nervous. Don't worry—this will be a great weekend—relax and enjoy yourself."

"Thanks," I mumbled, and pressed my back into her strong hands, letting her massage some of the tension away.

After a short time, we left the paved road and started up the dirt path to the lake house. My father had inherited the house from his parents. Originally a small, Spartan place with a beautiful lake front, my mother and father renovated and added to it to the point that it was a modern vacation house. My father's family was fairly well off, Mom's was actually pretty wealthy, and Dad's law practice was successful, so money had never been an issue with us. Mom didn't work outside the home, devoting her time to volunteer work and Sarah and me. She did, however, have a degree in design, and renovating the lake house was her pet project when we were younger. What had been the original structure became a large, open common area, with a large living and dining area and modern kitchen. The common area was surrounded by a large double bedroom, with its own bath and shower, designed to accommodate a second couple, and two single bedrooms that were connected by a shared bathroom. Upstairs was the master bedroom suite, with a king sized bed, sitting area and bathroom.


The Lake House Lessons 01



Sarah pulled the car up to the house and we unloaded the car. She opened the door to the house and said "I'm taking the upstairs bedroom. Beth and Cara—why don't you share the big room downstairs? Ariel-you take one of the singles and Jack, you take the other one."

All of Sarah's friends had been to the house over the years, so they knew where to go. We brought our bags to our rooms and the groceries and booze to the kitchen, and loaded the fridge. Sarah asked me to fill a cooler with ice and chill some beer. I went outside to the storage shed to grab a rolling cooler, and did what she asked. When I was done, I was handed a tequila shot and lime.

"To the lake house," Sarah declaimed—we all knocked back the tequila and sucked on the lime.

The warmth of the shot travelled up my gut to my face and I smiled.

"There you go," said Cara, "that should help you relax. Have another."

She handed me the bottle and I took a swig from it. I felt the heat going down and the warmth coming up. I noticed that while I was drinking, the girls went to their rooms to change into bathing suits.

Sarah came down the stairs and said, "Tell everyone to go to the lake for a swim—bring the beer with you when you are ready."

I nodded, put down the tequila and unsteadily went to my room to change.

Despite Sarah's pep talk, I was self-conscious about my body, especially around all of these beautiful college girls, so I put on a baggy suit and left on my t-shirt. I grabbed my sandals, my iPod, my book and a towel and rolled the heavy cooler down the path to the lake. There was a cleared area just off the bank with a bunch of mismatched lounge chairs. Mom had always planned to replace them, but never got around to it, and Dad didn't seem to notice.

Each of the girls was lying on a chair, on top of a towel, enjoying the sun. Cara was lying on her chest, her bikini top untied to prevent tan lines and her long thin legs stretching down to the end of the chair.

"Hey, Jack, toss me a brew," said Beth, her large boobs bobbing in her bikini top which was clearly well engineered because it was able to support their size, and provide an incredibly sexy display.

Her tiny bikini bottom emphasized her tight abs, sexy hips and muscular thighs. I briefly wondered if I would find myself seeing those magnificent breasts and lying between those thighs this weekend. I opened a beer and handed it to her. I did the same for everyone else, and popped one for myself, taking a deep drink. So far, so good. I hadn't embarrassed myself, yet.

I went to an empty chair and laid down my towel. I sat down, closed my eyes and felt the heat of the sun beat down on my body. I decided to risk taking off my shirt, so I sat up, swigged my beer and took it off and rubbed some sunscreen on my face, body and legs. I lay back down and closed my eyes. The lack of sleep, my nerves and the unaccustomed tequila put me quickly into a half sleep.

I began to smell a sweet, smoky scent. I opened my eyes to see Sarah taking a hit from a joint. I had smoked a couple of times, mostly with her, and once with Fred, but not very often. She took the joint out of her mouth and held it out to me. I got up, walked over and took it from her hand, and took a hit. I held the smoke in my lungs as long as possible and coughed it out. Ariel reached out for the joint, so I brought it to her. Her pretty, friendly, face framed by her golden hair smiled at me as she eyed my shirtless torso, and my eyes roamed over her long, powerful legs glistening from the sunscreen. Her firm tits in her small bikini top also captured my attention.

When she was done with the joint, I took it back, took another hit and handed it to Cara. I walked back to my chair and had some beer. My head was spinning, but I felt calm and relaxed. Through the haze, I noticed Ariel and Cara running into the lake, with Sarah and Beth right behind.

They splashed into the water, and someone yelled out "Shit, it is fucking cold".

I decided to join them, so I ran up and dove in. The water was one place that I was comfortable, and the cold never bothered me.

Surfacing, I swam close to where the girls were standing and talking, in the medium shallows. My gaze took in 4 beautiful faces and 8 stunning breasts, with erect nipples, bobbing on and below the water. Despite the cold, I could feel myself stiffening in my swimsuit. I decided to leave the lake and go back to my chair in order to hide my arousal. I dried off, lay down on my back and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I felt a cold, wet hand grab my arm. Opening my eyes, I saw Ariel looming over me, her pretty face, broad shoulders and well toned arms filling my view. She smiled at me, her lush lips parting to expose her white, even teeth.  

"Come with me back to the house—there is something I need your help with."

I blinked my eyes, stood up, and followed Ariel's delightful ass back up the path to the house.

When we went into the house, without saying another word, Ariel took my hand and led me to her bedroom. The room was partially lit by the light coming through the curtains. I felt my heart beginning to beat faster as I realized what was probably about to happen. Awkwardly, I stood there, looking at this dazzling blonde Amazon and trying to figure out what to do.

"Sit down on the bed," she said, firmly but gently.

I complied, and she sat facing me, first turning on a bedside lamp so that we could see each other. I was trembling slightly with nerves and excitement, and I could tell that Ariel noticed.

"O.K., look, you probably are wondering why we all agreed to do this," Ariel began.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said, "I kinda did."

She smiled at me. "Not to be conceited, but all four of us are good looking, smart and nice women. Yet, all of us have been burned too many times by douchebags who treated us like shit and only seemed to want sex from us. And then, when we would do it, too many times, they honestly sucked at it—they were selfish jerks and cared only for getting themselves off. When Sarah told us that you were still a virgin, we all agreed that it would be fun to try to help you become the kind of guy we wished we went out with—get you started right, if you know what I mean."

I started to speak, but she covered my mouth with her hand and continued. "Let me finish first. We all like you—you've always seemed like a good younger brother and Sarah always said great things about you and wanted the best for you. And, I have to admit, we also noticed that you grew up a lot last year."

She took her hand off of my mouth and put it on my bathing suit over my cock, which began to grow noticeably. She smiled again.

"So, let me get a few general things out of the way, things that we all agreed are critical in the kind of man we would want to be with. First, women want to be respected and valued. We want our men to listen to us and to value our opinions and feelings. That applies both in and out of bed. You need to pay attention to what we say but also what we do. Picking up the both the obvious and subtle obvious signs will make us really happy. Get it?"

I mumbled, "Yeah."

"That's another big thing," she continued. "We like guys who are confident, but not cocky assholes. If you want to be successful with women, you need to show confidence and not make us think you are afraid of us. Understand?"

"Yes, I do," I said, more firmly.

"Better," she said, smiling. "To me, a good relationship comes when both people treat each other right, but when a guy starts to take me for granted, blows me off to play video games, assumes that because we fucked once, we will do it every time that we are together, or assumes that I will go down on him, without him ever reciprocating, that shit makes me crazy, and that is when I walk away."

She took my hands and started to lean toward me. "What am I telling you now?" she asked, leaning her beautiful face toward mine.

I decided to be bold and let my actions speak. I leaned toward her and kissed her. Her lips were soft, and they parted slightly so that her tongue could play with mine. I felt chills as our tongues explored each other, and I put my hands on the back of her head to hold her head close. We kissed for what felt like a long time, and when she pulled away, she licked her lips and smiled.

"Good answer," she responded.

I laughed, nervously, and leaned in again. As I kissed her, she began to lean back against the pillow, and I leaned forward, still kissing, until I was lying on top of her. I could feel her firm tits pressing against my chest and my cock stiffened even more. Ariel shifted her hips under me to accommodate its increasing size. At that point, some sort of autopilot kicked in, and I started to passionately and frantically kiss her face and neck. She grabbed my back and held me tight, kissing me and making amazing purring sounds as I kissed her neck and ears. That I could cause a beautiful woman pleasure was a bit of a surprise, considering my utter lack of real life experience, and it was a total turn on. Ariel began to arch her back, pushing her breasts toward me.

I decided to grab a breast, reaching my hand to her bikini top. When she didn't resist, I started to rub it gently, then harder as she squirmed under me and made what seemed to me to be happy sounds. I reached under the bikini top and felt her breast, its nipple erect. It was bigger than my hand, and was both softer and firmer than I expected, if that was possible. I craned my head down to look at it. Her areolas were light and large and the nipple tip was sticking way out. I put my mouth over it and began to softly lick and suck. I felt Ariel's hand press the back of my head, jamming my face into the warmth and softness of her breast and her hips moved against my aching cock.

Then, she slowly pulled away. I could see her face was flushed, her blonde hair was mussed, and there was a look in her eye that my inexperienced mind read as desire. I could only imagine what I looked like, being on the verge of ending my time as a virgin.

"Wait," she said. "If we keep on like this, I think you will cum right away, and I want your first time to be memorable. So let me take care of you now."

I wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about, but she pushed me off of her, and rolled off the bed. She stood above me, one tit still sticking out of her bikini top.

"Get undressed," she said, firmly but kindly, "and lie back on the bed."

I slid off my shirt and then my bathing suit, freeing my throbbing cock. I don't think it had ever been that hard.

As I watched, Ariel reached behind her neck and undid her top. Her gorgeous pale mounds popped free and I could see them in all of their glory. Not huge but certainly big enough, with large, light areolas and prominent nipples. She removed the top, as my cock twitched with desire. Then, she removed her bottom, revealing her pussy, which was partially shaved into a landing strip.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

I realized that she was telling me to compliment her, so I said "I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life."

Ariel grinned and said. "You catch on fast—no wonder you are valedictorian, and, by the way, you look great, too."

"Thanks," I responded, feeling pretty good about myself.

Ariel then sat down next to me on the bed and kissed my chest. Then, she moved down a few inches and kissed me again. She grabbed my cock with her left hand and continued to kiss my chest and my abs and then she gently kissed the tip of my shaft, which was throbbing as if to burst.

"That is one nice cock you have there, Jack" she said, appreciatively. "Let's have some fun with it."

Ariel started to lick my cock from root to tip while holding onto my balls and rubbing my shaft. I felt pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced. Every time it seemed like I was about to explode, she did something to bring me back down. I don't really know how I was able to control myself, except through incredible will and Ariel's technique.

She crawled onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. I could see her broad shoulders hunched over me and her tits dangling down as she put my cock into her mouth and began sucking on it and moving her head up and down, her blond hair bouncing in time with her tits. My hips began to leap off of the bed in time with her. Right before I was about to cum, she squeezed on my balls, slowing me down.

She took my trembling cock, slick with her saliva, out of her mouth and said, "One thing—not all girls will swallow after a bj. I'm telling you now that I will, but it is proper etiquette to give a warning so that she can take you out and let you come somewhere else—o.k.?"

"Yeah, I got it," I panted.

Ariel put her luscious lips back on my cock and wildly began sucking the head and squeezing the shaft with her hands until I started to buck up and down uncontrollably.

"I'm cumming," I yelled out, and she somehow doubled her effort, until I could not hold back any more, unleashing a torrent of cum into her mouth and throat.

I heard some gagging noises, but she kept at it until I stopped spewing and relaxed. I looked up and saw Ariel sitting up, with cum dripping from her lips onto her chest. I could not believe what had just happened. She wiped her mouth and tits with the sheet and crawled on top of me. I was about to kiss her and hesitated, thinking about the fact that my cum was just in her mouth.

Ariel must have sensed my hesitation, because she said, a little sharply, "You'd better kiss me now. If I was willing to suck your cock and drink your cum, you better not be squeamish about giving me a kiss."

I understood exactly what she meant and craned my neck up to give her a deep kiss. It tasted a little strange, but that seemed like small discomfort when compared to the pleasure she just gave me. After the kiss, she rolled off me and I held her as we cuddled.

"Thanks," I said, "that was amazing."

"Trust me, there is more and better to come," she stated, rubbing my chest with her free hand. "Now that we got that out of the way, we can take our time and enjoy this more."

I realized that I probably should reciprocate, so I turned on my side, and with my left hand, I started caressing Ariel's shoulder length blond hair. She closed her eyes and smiled, rolling onto her back, so I figured I was doing O.K. I gently ran my fingers over her eyes, nose and mouth, then down to her neck and upper chest. I wanted to see and touch every beautiful part of her and make her feel as much pleasure as she just gave me.

Her tits were sitting up, pert and spectacular, and I gently caressed them, alternating between the two until her nipples began to poke up. I took that as my cue to begin sucking on them, licking and nibbling until I heard Ariel whimper happily. Again, I figured that meant that I was doing well. While continuing to pay attention to her tits, I let my hand wander down toward her pussy, and when I reached the landing strip, I began to gently stroke her.

Ariel's hips and body began to writhe, and I found it hard to keep my mouth on her nipple. I decided to probe with my hand, and Ariel took her right hand and placed it on top of mine, guiding it toward her opening. I slowly stuck a finger in, and found her dripping wet, so I assumed I was on the right track and pushed it in farther. Ariel's hips bucked and I began to thrust my finger in and out until we were in rhythm. I noticed that my cock had gotten hard again.

I slowly began to kiss her lower chest, then moved over her abs, feeling the tight muscles under the soft skin that was covered with downy peach fuzz. When I arrived just above her pubic hair, I took my finger out of her hole and pivoted between Ariel's legs, which were wide open. I was facing my first real pussy, and it was a thing of beauty. The smell was strong, but I found it incredibly hot. Ariel had prominent inner lips, and all I wanted to do was kiss her pinkness.

She grabbed my head, holding me back, and said--"Go slow, tease me, you will know from my reaction when to move on."

I began to nibble on her outer lips, then the inner, while also licking slowly all around. Ariel's hips began to move, and her legs spread even wider as her ass lifted slightly off of the bed. I pressed my head forward into the wet warmth and began to try to find her clit. I knew it was at the top somewhere, so I sent my tongue on a mission to find it. Apparently I did, because, when I flicked on a nub of skin, Ariel moaned loudly and pressed the back of my head in. I gently attacked her clit with my lips and tongue as Ariel began breathe heavily and buck her hips up and down. Then, I stopped.

Ariel's ass dropped to the bed and she sighed, softly. I threw my mouth forward again and began to lick and suck on her little knob. First, her legs went up in the air, then she started bucking again, moaning and thrashing. I figured, what the hell, and jammed two fingers into her dripping hole while continuing to lick her clit. I think that is what put her over the edge. She screamed out, and threw her hips up so high and with such force that I barely was able to keep my fingers in, but I kept at it, increasing my pace until she screamed again, then laid still, laughing. That had to have been an orgasm. I just made Ariel cum, I thought to myself proudly.

While I was congratulating myself, Ariel grabbed my head and tugged gently, as if telling me to come back to the surface, so I kissed my way slowly up her powerful torso, leaving especially sloppy kisses on her two jutting nipples before presenting myself to her lips for a kiss, which I was awarded.

"That was amazing," she said quietly, lying next to me on the bed. "You have good instincts."

"Thanks," I responded. "I just kept trying to do things that made you happy. Isn't it a cliché that guys like me are so grateful for sex that we try hard to please any woman who will let them?"

"Well, if that is true, then I'm pretty lucky to be your first, I guess," she said. "Don't ever lose that attitude, and you'll become an amazing lover."

After a few seconds she reached down and grabbed my still hard cock. "I think it is time to do this," she said, beginning to stroke it until it was throbbing and twitching.

I decided to take the initiative and rolled my body on top of her. I guessed correctly, because Ariel spread her long legs and wrapped them around my back.

"Go slow, and try to hold on as long as possible," she said, "and remember, it is not only thrusting that feels good, you can go side to side or up and down."

I nodded, and I felt Ariel's hand reach down and begin to guide my cock into her warm, slick hole. Here I go, I thought, I am about to have sex, and with Ariel, who looked like a Norse goddess. Her pussy was warm and tight around my rod, and I eased it in as slowly as I could. She spread her legs wider and opened her hips to take in my length, until I was all in. It felt unbelievable—even better than her mouth, which didn't seem possible.

I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing a condom, so I looked at her and asked—"what about protection?"

She chuckled and said—"normally that is something you discuss before you stick it in, but don't worry—I'm on the pill."

Relieved, I began to pull out and then stuck my cock back in. Ariel seemed to like what I was doing, so I kept thrusting, harder, deeper and faster, until we were moving in rhythm. I then remembered Ariel's comments and began rocking side to side, while fully inside her. She grabbed me tight around the back, and ground her pubic bone into mine. I thought I was going to cum right there, but she backed off, and we began thrusting again.

And then I lost control. I started pounding away as hard and fast as I could and Ariel kept up with me. We were flailing around the bed when I heard Ariel yell out and felt her vaginal muscles squeeze around my cock and her legs squeeze around my hips. I gave into the sensation and started to cum, spurting a huge load into her. We kept up the motion until I stopped and fell down on top of Ariel, whose legs had, finally, unclenched around my back.




The Lake House Lessons 01



So that was it. I wasn't a virgin any more. And it was, if anything, better than I had dreamed about. Despite her strength, I thought I might be crushing Ariel, so I rolled off and looked at her face. She was smiling and was really beautiful, and I said so.

"Thanks," she said, smiling.

"I should be thanking you," I said.

"No, that was great—I'm really glad I did that, and I'm glad that I will always be your first. My first time was lousy—in the back seat of a car freshman year with a senior boy who came in about 5 seconds, drove me home and never spoke to me again."

We lay in bed for a while, entwined, as I stroked her gently.

"Ariel," I said, "I really love your shoulders and arms. You must really work out a lot."

"Thanks," she said, "I'm proud of them—I've earned them. You seem like you are in pretty good shape—do you go to the gym?"

"No," I responded, I just swim."

"If you want, we can go to the gym together some time and I will show you a few things to help you build strength and definition."

"I'd like that," I said, "I want to stay in shape when I go to college next year, and I suspect that it will be easier to get to the gym that use a pool."

We cuddled for a while longer until I realized that having cum and Ariel's juices on my cock was not comfortable. I got up to go to the bathroom to clean off, and when I returned, she was wiping herself off with some tissues.

"Messy business, this sex," she laughed.

"Yeah, but worth it," I replied.

"It should always be," she said.

I looked at my watch, and it was just after 7:00. I wondered what the rest of the group was doing. Over the odor of our bodies, I smelled grilling meat coming from outside. I noticed that Ariel was getting dressed, so I put my bathing suit and t-shirt back on.

"Dinner time, I guess" she said.

We walked out of the bedroom together, and I saw Sarah, Beth and Cara all in the living area. I heard a loud "pop" and realized that Sarah had opened a bottle of champagne.

"Congratulations," they yelled out.

I felt the blood rush to my face, embarrassed by the attention, and by the fact that they probably heard a lot of what went on in the bedroom. But I decided that I needed to be confident, and if they did hear anything, it was Ariel having a good time. I smiled and thanked them all, threatened to make a speech, was hooted down, grabbed the bottle and took a long swig before passing it to Ariel, who drank, then kissed me, her lips sweet and sticky from the champagne.

The others had grilled up a bunch of burgers and made a salad, so we sat down for dinner, and wine. We avoided the elephant in the room and talked about everything but my deflowering, which I appreciated.

After dinner, we cleaned up and moved into the living area to watch a crappy horror movie, drink tequila and smoke weed. I found myself on the couch between Ariel and Beth, and all of us were a bit wasted. The women leaned on me while we watched the movies, grabbing my hand or leg when the scary parts came. Beth constantly made comments about the movie, criticizing the dialogue or direction, and it turned out that she was a film major.

I found it hard to believe that just a few hours ago, I was a virgin with no female prospects, and now, I had just had great sex with a gorgeous college girl and was nestled between two beautiful women who actually seemed to like me.

I felt myself fading away as the movie droned on, but awoke right at the end when the evil killer was impaled on a fence post. I noticed that Sarah and Cara were gone, apparently off to bed, Beth was sleeping with her head on my shoulder and Ariel was awake, watching the screen and looking pleased. I turned to talk to Ariel, which woke Beth.

She shook her head to wake herself, looked at us, stood up and said, "I'm off to bed." She turned toward her bedroom, and I admired her ass as she went away.

Ariel said, "Like what you see?"

I guess I was busted.

"Look," she said, we're not a couple, and so I'm not really angry, but you should know that if you have a girlfriend, or are out with someone, and you check out another girl like that, it obviously will not go over well."

"Point taken," I said drowsily.

Then, I tried to kiss Ariel, hoping that maybe she would be willing to go another round.

She turned her head away and said, "No more tonight. It really was great and all, but not tonight. I'd suggest you take a shower and get to bed."

She hadn't steered me wrong yet, so I followed her advice. The shower felt great, especially in my half asleep, half drunk and stoned state. I dried off and got into a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers.

Then, I texted Fred. "Mission accomplished."

A few seconds later he responded, "Really, with who? Details."

I replied, "Ariel. It was amazing. But a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

"Asshole," he responded.

I couldn't respond to that, so I shut the phone down, got into bed and fell almost immediately asleep.



The Lake House Lessons 02



This is the second part of The Lake House Lessons. You will enjoy this better if you read part 1. 

Sunday

I was dreaming that someone was watching me while I slept. It was creepy, but when I opened my eyes, it turned out not to be a dream. Sitting on the side of my bed, looking at me, was Beth. I could see her pretty oval face, olive skin, and curly dark hair cascading down her shoulders and back. In the early morning half light, I could see she was wearing what looked like a light colored night shirt that ended about mid-thigh. I noticed her short, but shapely legs. As my sleep fog lifted, I also saw that her large breasts were pressing against the night shirt, swaying slightly. I guessed that she had no bra under there, and as I began to think more about that, I felt my cock begin to rise.

"What time is it?" I asked, forgetting that there was a clock on the night table. 

"About 8," she said. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Mind? What a dumb question, I thought to myself. But I didn't say that.

"Of course, let me move over." 

It was not a big bed, but there was plenty of room for two. She lifted the light summer blanket and crawled in, facing me. 

"Hold me, please," she asked.

I reached out my arms, and Beth scooted over, pressing her chest against mine and burying her face into my neck. O.K., I thought, this must be something, let me see what happens. I could smell the floral scent of her hair, and feel the softness of her curvy body. 

After a while, she looked up at me and said, "I like to be held, to cuddle, all that stuff. My last boyfriend didn't get it. We would get into bed and he would immediately start roughly grabbing at my boobs and trying to stick himself in me. And as soon as he finished, he would hold me for a second or two, then roll over and go to sleep. After a while I realized that it wasn't what I wanted from a boyfriend and broke up with him."

"That sucks for him," I said. "He lost out on an amazingly hot girlfriend."

She smiled, stuck her face back in my neck and began to rub my back with her left hand. I started to do the same to her with my right. That went on for a while, and then her stroking slowed and stopped. From her even breathing, I could tell that she had fallen back asleep.

I was surprised, figuring that she only would have come in here to have sex, but having absorbed the lesson of her story, I decided to let her sleep, even as my left arm became numb. However, after a bit, I couldn't take the tingling in my arm anymore and tried to subtly shake my arm to get the blood flowing without waking Beth up. Beth lifted her body up a little to let me move my arm, but then began kissing and nibbling my neck, which felt great. I figured it was time to do something in response, so I started kissing her hair, and caressing her back and neck. 

After a few minutes, Beth surfaced, lifted herself up a little and began kissing me on the lips, pressing me down onto the pillow. Her heavy breasts rested on my chest. She reached down and started to pull my t-shirt up, and I let her pull it over my head. It didn't seem fair that I should be the only one shirtless, so I started to pull her nightshirt over her head, but her tits were in the way. She sat up, and lifted the shirt over her head.

If Ariel's tits were a classic shape and size, Beth's were more like the ones I had seen online in porn videos. They were big and round, but firm, with large dark areolas and almost thumb sized nipples that were partially erect. Gravity hadn't started the inevitable process of making them sag, so they sat high on Beth's chest, proudly jutting toward me. I was literally transfixed. 

Beth reached out and pulled my head into her deep cleavage, and I was almost suffocating in their softness and subtle scent of baby powder. My cock went immediately to full staff as I began to kiss and gently rub Beth's huge boobs. She seemed to like it, too, moaning and writhing as I explored them with my mouth and hands. 

At one point she whispered, "Some people think that girls with big boobs don't like them played with—that's not true for me. But I should tell you that girls don't always like it when you play with their tits, so if you start, and get turned away, don't take it personally, and move on. There are lots of other fun things to do." 

I nodded and continued licking and sucking away. In a million years, I never thought that there was a chance that I would ever get to do this to a set of breasts like Beth's.

Beth pushed me back down on the bed and straddled my waist so that my cock was brushing against her firm ass. Her powerful thighs squeezed me, and I could see that her dark pubic hair was trimmed, but was pretty full. My cock trembled at the sight of it and of her naked breasts just sitting there for me to grab. And I did so, enthusiastically. I also reached down and began stroking her bush, which she seemed to enjoy. 

After a few minutes of this attention, Beth stood up over me, moved backwards a little and kneeled between my legs. She grabbed my cock, and without any hesitation, stuck it into her mouth. I almost came right away from the surprise and how good the warmth and moistness of her mouth felt, but was able to control myself with some effort. Amazingly, Beth was able to deep throat almost my entire shaft, but not all of it. Her technique was rougher than Ariel's, but no less awesome. After nodding her head up and down on my cock for a while, she pulled back and let it free. I could see its head straining and it was twitching and dripping with saliva and precum. 

Beth moved forward, so that she was straddling my legs and put my cock between her tits, and began moving up and down, squeezing her tits together against it. Her face had a look of pleasure as she bounced up and down, pressing my stiff rod between her large pillowy breasts as my hips bucked in time. 

I couldn't take it, and yelled out, "Beth, I'm cumming." 

"That's O.K.," she yelled back. "Cum on my face, Cum on my face," she insisted, opening her mouth wide as I let loose a stream of semen into her mouth, all over her face and onto her bouncing tits. 

I kept cumming, and she used her hands to milk my shrinking cock into her mouth. When it was clear that I was done, she scooped the cum on her face and breasts into her mouth and swallowed it.

"That was fun," she said, licking her lips. 

"Oh, man," I said, breathless. 

She then crawled up until she was lying on top of me, her head under my chin. I started rubbing her smooth, tanned back and kissing her hair until she looked up at me. I kissed her lips, making it clear that I wasn't afraid of where her mouth had just been, and she laid her head back down. I continued to stroke her back gently until she began to grind her hips into me. 

Beth sat up and slowly slid herself up my body, her pussy rubbing against my chest, until it was just below my chin. Then, she lifted her ass up and positioned herself over my mouth, slowly lowering her body. I took the hint, and my tongue reached out to her as she pressed her pussy forward. Her smell was different from Ariel's, as if she had showered before coming to my room, almost shampoo like, but with a dark, sexy undertone that the soap could not cover. I could see that her inner lips were red and leaned forward to kiss them. 

Beth began to grind her pussy into my face, and I did my best to kiss and lick it. I grabbed her ass and pressed it forward and used my tongue to find her clit, which was bigger and easier to find than Ariel's was. And apparently more sensitive, because when I touched it once, I felt her shudder. I decided to lick gently around it, and only occasionally flicked at it. 

Beth started to bounce up and down, and I even felt her tits hit the top of my head. I continued my oral exertions as Beth's movements became faster and faster and I whipped my tongue against her faster and faster until she screamed out and stood up, her juices streaming down onto my chest. Then, before I knew what was happening, she stepped back and impaled herself on my cock and began riding me like her life depended on it. She was like a woman possessed, and she rode and rode, her tits flying around wildly, until I grabbed them and started rubbing her now fully erect nipples. 

She leaned back, almost fully, demonstrating her gymnastic skill. This changed the angle of my penetration, and felt incredible. I reached down and started rubbing her clit in a circular motion with my thumb while she slid back and forth on my cock. 

"Yes, Yes" she repeated, so I kept going until she screamed again, sat up, and her inner walls tightened around my cock until I came inside her in waves. She collapsed on my chest as my penis slid out of her. 

"Don't worry... on the pill..." she mumbled as she lay on my chest. 

I could feel our combined juices dripping out of Beth and on to my pubic hair, but there was no way I was going to move unless it was at gunpoint. I could feel her breathing slow, and it seemed like she had fallen asleep.

After about 10 minutes, Beth woke up. 

"I do that sometimes after a particularly strong orgasm," she said. She kissed me and rolled off onto the bed. "So, you can see, I like being on top," she said.

"Yeah, I liked it, too" I responded. 

She continued, "I feel like I am in control, and I like that feeling." 

I had a question, but was afraid of asking it. It seemed too much to ask, and awkward, so I didn't. 

Beth must have seen my hesitance and said, "What? You want to ask me something? Go ahead—ask me anything." 

I took a breath and said, "O.K., so if you like to be in control, then why did you let me come all over your face. That doesn't seem like being in control." 

She smiled a little and said, "You miss the point. I told you to do it. I wanted you to do it, both because I figured you would like it, and because I actually enjoy it. Not every girl does, or even if they do, is willing to do it every time. If you had done it without my permission, or tried to surprise me with it, I would have walked out, and that probably would have been the end of your fun weekend. So, actually, I was totally in control." 

Another lesson learned, I guessed.

Beth then suggested that we take a shower. That definitely seemed like a good idea. She got out of bed, and I admired her smooth back and round, shapely ass, and, naked, we went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, which was big enough for the both of us, but not huge. Beth felt the water, and when it was hot enough, she got in. 

Watching the water cascade over her big, round tits turned me on, and my cock began to stiffen. She motioned me into the stall and I entered, letting the hot water flow over my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Then, I felt Beth's soapy hands scrubbing my chest, and, amazingly, soaping my rigid cock and sensitive balls. I opened my eyes and had the incredibly erotic vision of this beautiful, buxom, sexy girl all wet and glistening. I grabbed the soap and began to wash her, starting with her neck and working my way down over her firm globes, down to her pussy, not forgetting her back and butt. 

She reciprocated, stroking my soaking wet body, and from the quickening of her breath, she seemed to be getting aroused herself. I tried to poke my cock toward her crotch, but she was too short. 

"That isn't going to work," she said. "We don't line up right. But we can do other things." 

She dropped to her knees, devoured my shaft and started sucking and licking. I tried to shield her from the water spray and rested my hands on her wet hair as she pumped her head back and forth. 

I was so turned on by her that I quickly reached the point of no return, and squeezed her head, saying, "I'm going to cum". 

Without missing a beat, she nodded, and increased her speed until I shot my load into her mouth. Beth swallowed, stood up and moved into the shower stream. I could see her nipples were hard, so I leaned in and started sucking away. While still under the water, Beth spread her feet further apart. I took this as an invitation, and reached my hand down to her crotch. Finding her slick, I inserted first one, then two fingers into her and began to move them around. I appeared to have done well, because after just a bit of thrusting, she began to press herself against my hand, wiggling her ass and moaning softly. I increased my speed and began to move my fingers around until she shuddered and bucked from what seemed to be a strong orgasm. She removed my hand from her hole and pressed her body to mine, in a tight hug, as the hot water streamed over us.

We stayed like that for a little while, allowing the steamy water to flow over our entwined bodies until Beth reached back and turned off the water. We left the shower and dried off. Beth wrapped herself in a bath towel and headed into the other bedroom that was attached to the bathroom. 

"Isn't that Ariel's room?" I asked. 

"It was, but we are switching around." 

I realized how much thought they had put into this weekend and was a bit overwhelmed by it. I was also extremely relaxed and happier than I could remember.

Back in my room alone, I got dressed and straightened up the bed. I turned on my phone and saw a text from Fred from the night before-"C'mon Jack. I'm dying here—I need details." 

I figured, O.K., what the hell, I need to tell someone and responded—"With Ariel, BJ, I went down on her, then we fucked. Amazing. Then, this morning—with Beth. BJ. She sat on my face as I ate her. Sex. Another BJ in the shower, and I got her off with my hands." 

Fred must not have been awake yet, because he didn't respond. I put my phone in my pocket and went out into the living area.

It was about 10, and Sarah, Ariel and Beth were in the dining area, drinking coffee. Sarah and Ariel were both wearing one piece bathing suits that were molded to their beautiful bodies. Their hair was wet. Beth's hair was still wet from the shower, and she gave me a quick smile when I came out of the bedroom. I think Ariel did, too, but I wasn't sure. 

Sarah said, "Ariel and I got up and decided to swim some laps in the lake before breakfast. Jack, I told everyone that you make the best eggs—would you scramble up a bunch for us?" 

"The very least I could do for you beautiful ladies," I responded with mock politeness. 

"Why don't you all get out of the kitchen and let me do my thing." 

I whipped up a big batch of scrambled eggs with onions, peppers, cheese and bacon, which we shared, leaving behind enough for Cara, who, I was told, was still sleeping and didn't eat much anyway. 

It was difficult for me to have conversations with two girls I had just fucked, and my sister. Almost every comment seemed like a double entendre to me, but the women seemed perfectly at ease. Maybe it was only me and my social awkwardness. In retrospect, I think Sarah seemed a little off, but I wasn't sure. While we ate and drank the mimosas that Beth had made, Ariel pulled out a joint and suggested a "wake and bake." That seemed like another great idea, so we passed it around the table while we finished the eggs, which began to taste even better.

When we were clearing the table, Cara came out of her room, looking a little tired and mussed. It worked for her, though. She was model-thin, with high cheekbones and a classically stunning face with light freckles over her nose and cheeks. She grabbed a cup of coffee and took a deep drink. 

"I don't know what happened to me. Too much booze and weed, I guess, and the sun. I feel like crap this morning." 

Sarah said, "You need to jump into the lake for a swim." 

Cara looked at her with disgust. "You know how much I hate exercise. Lucky for me I stay thin without it. Just give me some coffee and the joint, and I'll be fine." 

Sarah shook her head, then said, "Jack has made some of his famous eggs—we left you some in the pan." She grabbed a fork and ate a couple of bites right from the frying pan. 

"Good eggs. Thanks." She finished her coffee and took a deep hit off of the joint when it came her way.

The girls moved to the couch in front of the TV, and turned on some fashion related reality show. I stood behind the couch admiring the backs of their heads and marveling at my luck. I noticed Ariel kind of rotating her head, as if she had a stiff neck. I figured, why not be a nice guy and give her a massage, like she did to me in the car. So I stepped up and started to knead her shoulders and neck. Clearly, she enjoyed this, and I kept it up for a few minutes. 

Then Cara said, "Hey, Jack, my turn," so I gave her the same treatment. Which led to my doing the same to Sarah and Beth, in turn. I could tell they appreciated the massages, and it made me happy to make them happy.

It was warming up, so I decided to get into my suit and go down to the lake and do some serious swimming myself. I had always loved swimming, and when I grew into this body, I found that swimming was my favorite way to keep in shape. I went down to the lake, alone, and dove in. I started to swim and found a nice rhythm. To be honest, I felt about as good then as I ever had. Sex and a buzz, and good food. And now a quiet swim. I didn't want this weekend to ever end. Luckily, we had another full day, and most of Monday, before we had to go back, and I had until Tuesday morning before I had to go back to my old identity as the nerdy loser at North. 

I decided to make sure that I enjoyed the rest of the weekend (and, I assumed, sex with Cara at some point). But I also decided that I needed to act differently back at school, so that the last few weeks before graduation were not more of the same exclusion and loneliness. I wanted to go to a big party and get drunk. I wanted to flirt with and fool around with cute girls. I wanted to shoot the shit with random guys. And I wanted to do it with my best friends, Fred and Gina. This was going to take some work, but I vowed to give it my best shot. If it worked, great. If not, in a few months, I was going to college, and would have a fresh start where no one knew that I was supposed to be uncool, and where half the class were high school valedictorians like me.

I started to tire, and swam to shore. I hadn't noticed that everyone else had come to the lake and were sunbathing on the lounges. They had all changed into bikinis, and I surveyed the beautiful women that were arrayed out before me. Ariel, with her strong athlete's body. Beth, with her short curvy body and ample tits, Cara, looking like a swimsuit model and who was shamelessly sunbathing topless, displaying her small, pointy breasts slathered in sunscreen, and Sarah, who was certainly as beautiful and sexy as her friends. I noticed that my suit was tenting in front of me, so I quickly found an empty chair in the shade, put down my towel and lay face down.

The morning's exertions, both inside and outside, when combined with the mimosa and weed, put me quickly to sleep. I jerked awake feeling something cold on my back. I turned my head and saw Cara, leaning over me, rubbing sunscreen on my back. I couldn't help myself from staring at her bare breasts with their large, puffy nipples that pointed down as she applied the lotion. 

"The sun moved, and I was worried that you would get sunburned." She kneeled down and continued to rub the lotion into my back and down my legs, which began to turn me on. She leaned into my ear and whispered, "I have some plans for you later, and I can't have you all burned up." 

Between the fog of sleep and my surprise, I was only able to croak, "Thanks, that feels great." 

She laughed slightly, and sensuously rubbed the sunscreen that remained on her hands onto her tits, clearly for my benefit, and turned away. I watched her perfectly shaped ass as it wiggled away, stared at her tattoo, and marveled at the gap between her slim legs. So, I guess I was going to see the rest of Cara naked later. This thought made me hard, and so I didn't want to turn over until it subsided. I tried to think of anything other than my lake house companions until my erection softened. I looked at my watch and realized it was about 2:00. I was hungry, so I got up and headed back to the house.




The Lake House Lessons 02



I made a sandwich, grabbed a beer and my laptop and sat down on the couch in front of the television. I fired up the laptop, turned on a baseball game, and ate my sandwich. I checked Facebook, my email and some other stuff, and then sat back, relaxing and watching the game. A little while later Sarah sat down on the couch next to me. She grabbed my beer and took a sip. 

"Why aren't you still out at the lake with everyone?" she asked. 

"I was hungry, and hot, and wanted to watch a little of the game," I said. 

"Having fun?" she asked. 

"Oh yeah," I responded, enthusiastically. "Thanks for doing this for me—you are truly the best sister ever." 

"No problem," she responded. But I sensed a little annoyance. 

"Are you O.K.?" I asked. 

"Yeah, sure. Sure," she replied. 

I wasn't convinced, but I wasn't sure what the problem was. She finished my beer, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up. 

"I'm going upstairs for a nap. See you later." 

I turned my attention back to the game, then got another beer and relaxed. I could hear some noise from upstairs, but I assumed it was just Sarah getting ready for her nap.

I spent the next few hours watching baseball and flipping around the channels while the rest of our crew returned from the lake and went into their rooms to nap. At about 6, I decided to start making dinner, figuring that the women would appreciate my efforts on their behalf. I checked out our food supply and decided to spice rub some chicken breasts and make a salad. I could throw the chicken on the grill when everyone was ready and it wouldn't take too long to cook. Sarah and I learned to cook by necessity when Mom got sick, and although she never really liked to cook, I think I was actually pretty good, especially on the grill.

Dinner turned out well, and it wasn't hurt by the wine and vodka shots that kept us all happy and chatting. After dinner, we decided to watch another movie, and my choice of a science fiction adventure was unanimously voted down in favor of a dumb rom-com that had a number of hot actors of both sexes swapping partners until they ended up the right one. 

By the time I finished in the kitchen, Sarah, Ariel and Beth were sitting on the couch, so I opted for my dad's favorite easy chair. Beth turned off the lights, so that the only light was from the TV. Cara came out of her room, having showered, walked by the other empty chair and without any ceremony sat on my lap. Not that I minded, but it was a bit surprising. She wiggled her butt into my crotch, arousing my cock a bit, and leaned back against me. 

She was wearing short shorts that displayed her thin but shapely legs and a sleeveless shirt that was tight against her small and seemingly braless breasts, based on their shape and the poking nipples. I could smell her hair, which was in a long, tight braid, and that, along with the visual and the press of her ass against me, was intoxicating.

The movie was as silly as I expected, and Beth did make a few comments about it, but there were some pretty hot sex scenes that seemed to excite Cara almost as much as me. She spent the movie wriggling against my cock. So I decided to do some exploring, starting by rubbing her legs. I think she approved that, based on her reaction, so I started to move my fingers under her tight shorts. It was hard to make progress, but I was not rebuffed. On the other hand, I wasn't really getting anywhere, so I removed my hand and placed it gently between her legs, over the shorts. When this wasn't rejected, I slowly started to stroke her pubic area, which led to more grinding against my cock. 

Cara leaned back and said--"let's take this into the bedroom." 

She stood up, took my hand and led me into my room, turned on the bedside light and closed the door. Then, standing by the side of the bed, without saying another word, she pulled off her shirt, proving me right about her lack of bra, and then stepped out of her shorts, showing me that she was also not wearing panties. I gaped at her tight, slim body, the small, pert tits with amazing puffy double level nipples, the flat abs and prominent hip bones, her completely shaved pussy, with a small tattoo of some unusual pattern just about her vulva, and her beautiful legs. I noticed that the freckles on her face continued down on to her breasts and stomach. 

"Are you just going to stand there and stare?" she asked. 

Awakened from my trance, I said, "No, you just look so hot," and took off my shirt and shorts. My cock was already at full staff.

I walked over to her and took her in my arms for a hug, my cock squeezing between us. I started kissing her face and her lips and began moving down her neck to her tits. I kissed one, and she sighed, softly, so I kept at them for a while, and then continued moving down her body. I got on my knees and began to kiss around her naked labia. I could not make out what the tattoo was in the dim light. She spread her legs a bit more, and I buried my face into her pussy, the musky smell masked slightly by the soap from her recent shower, licking and probing with my tongue. 

I noticed that she had a piercing, which I didn't really understand, but when I touched the ring with her tongue, she moaned with pleasure. Cara swayed in time with my thrusts, and then, slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs up onto my shoulders. I grabbed the twin spheres of her butt and pressed them toward my hungry tongue and lips, licking and flicking her lower lips, the ring and her clit until I felt her shudder from the force of an orgasm, and her juices began to flow into my mouth. I lapped them up and started kissing her all over her thighs and pubic area. Cara then flipped her leg over my head so that she was face down on the bed, with her ass sticking up in the air. Her dripping pussy was staring me in the face. 

"Put it in, now," she demanded.

"No condom" I blurted out. 

"Don't worry, just do it," she implored, "fuck me now and fuck me hard."

I stood up and maneuvered my throbbing rod into her slick hole. It was a different angle than I had experienced before, and it felt great. I got all the way in, and she started moving back and forth. I began to pump harder into her and as I did, she twisted her ass up so that I could get in deeper. 

She started yelling at me, "harder, harder, fuck me harder, faster," so I pumped harder and pressed down on her back with my left hand, and reached around to rub her clit and the ring that was on top of it with my right. 

She gasped and we began to thrust faster and faster. She was like a wild animal, grunting and writhing, her braid whipping back and forth, and I tried to keep up, thrusting and rubbing. It was astonishing, and I felt like I could do this forever, and I wanted to do it forever. I think that Cara must have cum a couple of times, based on her yelling, the squeezing of her inner walls against my cock and the amount of liquid that dripped from her. For some reason, I stayed rock hard and just kept going. 

Then, Cara started yelling that I should slap her ass. I wasn't comfortable doing this, but she insisted, so I lightly slapped her beautiful, pale ass cheek. It wasn't enough, and she began to yell, "Hit me harder, don't be a pussy," so I hauled off and slapped her pretty hard, and she moaned with pleasure. I started hitting her harder and more often, and each time, she either moaned or just sighed, "Yes." Then, she yelled, "pull my fucking hair," so I grabbed her braid and began to tug, so that her head began to tilt backward. "Pull harder," she demanded, so I yanked harder on the braid, pulling her head farther back, while I kept pounding her pussy from behind and her hips thrust against me. 

I was freaked out, but also turned on, and after a while the unavoidable happened and I yelled out, "I'm cumming" before blasting out a huge load and letting go of her hair. 

She kept moving until I stopped spurting and my cock slipped out of her. She relaxed, her body dropping to the bed, with her legs hanging off the side. I could see the red marks from my spankings and I kissed her beautiful ass on the marks, then worked my way up past the tramp stamp and the dimples on her hips, up her spine to her neck, then laid the weight of my body on hers, my limp cock nestled between her butt cheeks. Shortly after, she wriggled out and turned 90 degrees so that she was lying on the bed properly, and facing me. Cara grabbed my head, pulled me toward her and kissed me on the lips.

"You know," she said, "they almost wouldn't let me have a shot at you." I had nothing to say. "Your sister was afraid that you wouldn't be able to handle me, but I have to say, you seemed to have no problems." 

I thought for a second, and said, trying to be confident, "You wanted me to spank you, and pull your hair, and Ariel told me that I should always give a woman what she wants." 

She smiled at me with a mischievous look in her eyes and asked, "Would you like me to spank your ass? You might like it." 

I gave it a second's thought, and said, "No, I'm not interested. I'll do to you what you want me to, but I'm not interested in pain." 

"Fine," she responded, "but let me know if you change your mind. I can be quite the sexy dominatrix. You should see me in my leathers. And I can also make you crazy with pleasure, too."

We were lying side by side, and as if trying to back up her boast, she started licking down my chest until she got to my cock, which was slowly increasing in size. I rolled onto my back, and she started to lick the cum and her juices off of it, until I was again rock hard. I wasn't sure whether she would climb back on for another fuck, or what. But she kept slowly licking my shaft, occasionally flicking the tip, teasing me, and squeezing it with her hand. 

Cara then moved further down, and took one of my balls into her mouth, gently sucking on it before popping it out and moving to the next one. I was in ecstasy. She continued to toy with me, bringing me close to orgasm, then stopping. Starting. Stopping. 

She said to me, firmly, "Do not cum until you are inside me. The longer you can hold off, the more pleasure you will have, and the more pleased you will make me. I want you to prove to me that you can control yourself." 

She was right, she was making me crazy with pleasure, and I wanted to prove to her that I could do it, but I was flopping around on the bed, completely out of control, panting and whimpering, almost in tears, trying to hold back my orgasm.

Suddenly, Cara stood up and, facing away from me, straddled my aching member, saying "I don't like to swallow, but I love to fuck". 

Slowly, she lowered herself until I was completely inside her. Then, slowly up until only the throbbing tip of my cock remained inside of her warm, juicy pussy. Then down slowly again. In exquisite agony, I watched Cara's flawless ass slowly move up and down, drawing out the pleasure. Cara was enjoying herself, throwing her head back and growling and moaning softly as she rode up and down the shaft. 

I thought that she would let me have my release, because I was inside her, but before I could, she commanded, "Don't cum until I say so," and I was straining with the effort. I reached out and grabbed her hips, urging her on. 

"Please," I begged, "let me cum. I'm dying here." 

She turned her head and said, "Only if you spank my ass." 

So I sat up part way and reached out, pummeling her round and alluring cheeks as they went up and down over my aching cock. As I struck her, she increased her tempo and I began to pump upward in time with her hips. I kept whacking her ass as hard as I could, considering the awkward position. I felt like I was leaving my body as I thrashed with Cara's gorgeous screaming and grunting body straddling my cock. 

I was screaming, too, until Cara yelled out, "Now, Jack, Now." 

I came with a rush, shocked that after all these orgasms that I still had that much left. I think Cara was shocked, too, at the force, because she yelled out, and leapt forward as the rest of my cum blasted out on her butt cheeks and lower back.

I lay there, panting, trying to catch my breath. I was exhausted, literally spent, and had tears flowing down my face. I briefly thought that I may actually have had too much sex too fast, but put that thought immediately out of my head as completely unmanly. I propped myself up, and saw Cara crumpled on the end of the bed, with cum dripping off her ass. And yet, she was not done. She turned to me, her beautiful face beaming, her light brown hair matted with sweat, her eyes gleaming with predatory delight. 

"We're not done yet," she growled. 

I looked at her, shocked. 

"I don't know if I can do it again for a while," I pleaded. 

"Give me a fucking break,' she insisted. "You are 18 years old and in pretty good shape. And I'm fucking hot. You should be able to do me all night."

This was a predicament I could not have imagined only a couple of days ago. Not only did I think that I was literally out of cum, from too much sex, but I had a stunning, very kinky, college girl demanding more. Thinking this, I surprisingly felt myself beginning to firm up again. I figured that this may never happen again, and I needed to make the best of it. So I crawled over to Cara and decided to start sucking her bulging nipples. She lay back on the bed, and let me pay attention to her tits. 

I reached down to her dripping crotch, and started to rub. I was able to get first one, then two, then three fingers in, and began to move them around, and Cara started to buck her hips. I removed my hand and began to rub her clit ring and the clit, as she opened herself to me. I'm not sure what made me decide to do this, but I picked Cara up and turned her around so she was lying on her back, with her head on the pillow. I wanted to fuck her face to face, for the first time, so I crawled on top of her. 

My cock had, amazingly, found a way to get very hard again, and I plunged it into her deeply. She met my thrust, and wrapped her arms tightly around me while we fucked away with abandon. I didn't realize until later that she was scratching my back, drawing blood. The tempo increased and the bed was rocking wildly. We were both panting and groaning and sweating, when I felt Cara shake and yell. I couldn't hold out any more, and shot what was left of my cum deep into her. I rolled off onto the sticky sheets and reached out to try to cuddle. The next thing I knew, I was deeply asleep.



The Lake House Lessons 03



Monday

I woke up at about 4 a.m. on Monday. It was still dark, so I reached over for Cara, but she must have left during the night after I passed out in a sex-induced virtual coma. The bed was a wreck, the sheets were damp with who knows what, my back was scratched and my cock was actually a little sore. I couldn't have been happier.

I got up to take a piss and clean myself off a little. I looked in the mirror. Other than messy hair, and a little growth of hair on my chin and under my nose, I looked like the same guy that I was on Friday, but I wasn't. I turned part way around and saw the scratches on my back, some crusted with dried blood. I decided to rinse off in the shower, and as I washed my face, the smell of Cara's pungent pussy filled my nostrils. I dried off and went back to my room. I decided to strip the bed and sleep on the mattress because I couldn't deal with putting on new sheets.

Feeling dehydrated, I decided to get some orange juice. I put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and left my room. It was quiet, which was not surprising for that hour, but I was surprised to see that the door to the double room, where I assumed Ariel and Beth were sleeping, was ajar, and there was light coming from the room. I walked over and peered in. The two women were in the queen sized bed, talking. Ariel saw me. 

"What are you guys doing up at this hour?" I asked.

They laughed. 

"You and Cara were making so much noise that we couldn't sleep, we started to talk and here we are," said Ariel.

Beth said, "C'mon in." 

I sat down on the foot of the bed. Both of them were wearing t-shirts and panties, and even at that hour and without makeup and their hair tied back, they looked great. 

Ariel said, "So, I guess you survived Cara. Congratulations." 

"Yeah, I guess so. I am wiped out." I paused. "But trust me, I'm not complaining, although..." I said, lifting my shirt so they could see my back. 

Ariel said, "You didn't come through completely unscathed, I see." 

"No," I admitted. 

"You're lucky," Ariel said, "she once bit a guy's cock when he pissed her off." 

I winced and reflexively crossed my legs. 

"No permanent damage, apparently, but he got the message." 

I winced again and said, "I guess I'm lucky I didn't piss her off."

Beth smiled. "We thought she should go last—we weren't sure you would be able to handle her, but you did so well with us, and we figured you would be O.K. From the sound of it, you did fine." 

"I never would have expected her to be so, um, intense. She seems so cool," I said. 

Ariel responded, "I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. One of my best friends at school is super hot, dresses slutty, but barely ever dates, much less sleep with anyone. And I have another friend who is mousy and seems shy, but has told me some things that she does that kind of freaked me out." 

I nodded. "I guess you need to figure out what works for you best." 

Beth then said, "You're a smart guy. I think you've gotten a lot out of this weekend, besides just the screwing." 

Ariel added, "And to be fair, I think we all have enjoyed it too." 

They laughed, and I smiled back at them, proud of myself. 

Ariel got out of bed and said, "Let me check in the bathroom to see if there is something to put on your scratches. 

She came back with a tube of ointment, and gently applied some to my wounds, which I covered with my shirt. 

Then Beth then patted the bed. "Why don't you come up here and hang out with us?" 

I looked a little quizzical. 

"Don't worry, we won't jump your bones," Beth said. "I suspect you need a breather, anyway, but I know I enjoy sleeping next to a good looking guy." 

I smiled and thanked her. Of course, I climbed into the bed with these two knockouts, and got under the blanket. Beth turned out the light, and I lay on my back, which stung a little, but the pain was counteracted by the fact that I was holding Ariel in my left arm and Beth in my right. It felt so good and comfortable, and I realized that just a few days ago, I never could have imagined talking to one beautiful half naked girl, much less holding two in my arms in bed, not to mention that I was doing so after having sex with a third beautiful girl who made me spank her and pull her hair. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

I woke up some time later, and there was light filtering into the room through the curtains. We had shifted in the night so that I was lying on my right side, spooning Beth, with my body pressed tightly against her back, while Ariel was squeezing against mine. As I came out of my sleep, I became conscious of my cock pushing against Beth's ass cheeks and Ariel's tits pressing against my back. 

Although only a few hours ago I thought that I would never get be able to get hard again, the elapsed time, and the sexy sandwich that I was in the middle of, caused me to begin to stiffen. I guess that Beth must have felt that, too, because she began to gently rub her ass against me. I reached down with my free hand and began to softly caress her big breasts and she pressed into me harder. I started to kiss her neck, and she wiggled with what I guessed was pleasure. 

At that point, Ariel must have awakened, because she started kissing my neck, sending chills down my spine. She reached between me and Beth and grabbed my cock, which stiffened even more with her touch. We continued like this for a while, and I moved my hand from Beth's tits down to her panties and began to rub her crotch through the thin fabric, then slid my hand inside the waistband and stuck a finger into her dripping hole. She pressed her butt harder against my cock, which was still being held and stroked by Ariel. Somehow, Beth was able to wiggle out of her panties and Ariel pulled my boxers down. Beth lifted her upper leg, and Ariel guided my throbbing rod into Beth's moist pussy from behind. I started to slowly thrust into Beth, who pressed back, and I reached up under her shirt and started squeezing her tits.

Meanwhile, Ariel helped me out of my shirt and was gently tracing my scars and stroking my back, sometimes straying to my ass. I realized that she was entitled to some attention, but I wasn't sure what to do. I took my hand out of Beth's shirt, and reached back and tried to pull Ariel toward me for a kiss. She went along with that, so I was leaning back, kissing Ariel, who was partially leaning over me while I was fucking Beth slowly from behind. 

Ariel pulled off her shirt and stuck one of her perfect breasts in my mouth, and I started to suck it. But the twisting was getting uncomfortable, so I tried to swivel onto my back while keeping my cock inside of Beth. She helped by lifting herself up so that she was sitting on me, facing my feet, and she kept bouncing on my pole. Ariel swung a leg over my chest and pressed her moist vulva to my lips. I started licking and nibbling on her lips and fondling her tits while continuing to fuck Beth. Who the hell was I, having a threesome with Beth and Ariel? I briefly thought, but then returned to the matters at hand.

Beth started to quicken her pace, and I kept up with her while continuing to orally pleasure Ariel and rub her firm tits, gently squeezing her nipples. I heard both women moaning and panting, and I was doing the same. I began bucking wildly under them but kept my face buried between Ariel's legs, licking her passionately. I began to lose control, and tried to warn them that I was cumming, but my words were muffled by Ariel's pussy. I unleashed a load of cum into Beth, which seemed to set her off, as she gasped, bucked her hips, and laughed. Ariel then began to writhe wildly against my mouth, and arched her back, sighed loudly, then stopped moving. She was leaking her juices onto my face and I licked them clean. 

The women fell off my prone body and made their way back to the pillows. My slimy cock was deflating before my eyes. We resumed our positions from last night, me in the middle of the two women, one in the crook of each arm. We caught our breath for a bit and lay quietly together. I figured that we would be heading back home later today, so that was probably my last time with these incredible women, and I was going to be back, invisible, at my high school. I resolved not to let that happen, and to make the last month of school, and the summer, better. 

Reluctantly, I extricated myself from the two half dozing women and went to the bathroom, cleaned myself off and took a leak. I put my boxers back on and decided to go back to my room, shower and dress. I kissed the sleeping Ariel and Beth on their foreheads and left the room. 

To my surprise, Sarah was sitting in the dining area, alone, drinking a mug of coffee. She looked at me leaving the double room and shot me a look that, for some reason, seemed vaguely disapproving. 

"Did you have fun in there?" she asked. 

"Yeah, I did. They are incredible," I replied. 

I wasn't sure why Sarah seemed annoyed, so I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I cleaned myself off and enjoyed the hot water, despite the fact that it stung my scratched back. I was actually a little sore from all of the activity over the last few days, but I considered it a badge of honor. Again, I promised myself that I would get home and not be nervous around girls anymore, that I would put myself out there, and maybe find someone to have a real relationship with. I tried to think of girls at school who I could approach without fear.

I dried myself off and went to my room and dressed in shorts and t-shirt. I stripped the bed and piled the sheets on the floor. They really needed a washing--they smelled strongly of sex and sweat, and I wondered if the blood would come out. I wasn't sure whether we would be swimming before going home, so I left out a swimsuit and a few other things. I then packed the rest of my stuff up. 

I checked my phone, and realized I had a response from Fred. 

"No shit. What a stud. Really fucking jealous. Any more details?" 

I thought before responding, then figured, what the fuck. 

"Yes. Last night, crazy sex with Cara. She is insane. Then, this morning, I literally slept between Ariel and Beth, then fucked Beth while eating out Ariel. Don't ever want to come home." 

Fred responded—"OMG. OMG. I don't blame you."

I went back out to the common area, and saw Sarah, Ariel and Beth whispering to each other. When I came out, they stopped. 

"Everything O.K.?" I asked. 

"Yes, it's all good," Sarah said, unconvincingly. 

I grabbed some coffee and made a bowl of cereal for breakfast. 

"What's the plan today? When are we going back?" I asked. 

"Pretty soon, I think," Sarah said. "We need to strip the beds, do laundry, clean up and pack up, then we should leave to try and beat the traffic," she detailed. "Ariel has to work tonight, and Beth has a date." 

"Makes sense," I agreed. 

I finished my breakfast and went to the laundry in the basement and brought up a couple of baskets. I went into my room and brought out the sheets and tossed them in the basket. Ariel and Beth watched me work, but Sarah wasn't there anymore. 

I walked over to them and whispered, "What's with her?" 

Ariel looked around to make sure that Sarah wasn't there and whispered, "Look, she is happy that this weekend she planned has been great for you—she really loves you and wants the best for you—but she is jealous. We are all getting off and she isn't. So we need to downplay the sex stuff for a while." 

"Understood," I whispered back. "I can play it cool."

I continued to straighten up the house and noticed that Ariel and Beth were no longer downstairs. I figured they must have gone outside, or upstairs to talk to Sarah. 

Cara stumbled out of her room, still looking half asleep. She saw me alone in the dining area and said "Coffee?" 

I poured a mug and walked over to her. She took the mug, then reached down and squeezed my cock and balls gently. 

"Good work," she said, smiling at me, "you've earned another chance," then walked away, sat down gingerly and drank her coffee. "Where's everyone?" she asked. 

I came close to her and said quietly, "Sarah apparently is annoyed that all of us are having sex and she feels left out, so she went to her room. I'm not sure if Ariel and Beth are up there with her or not." 

She looked at me briefly, stood up and started up the stairs. I went into her room, and stripped the bed and brought out the sheets to the laundry basket. 

I could hear some muffled noises from Sarah's room and my first instinct was to stay away and let them work out their issues. But I was curious because I assumed it involved me, and maybe I was getting a little bit cocky, so I walked quietly up the stairs toward the master bedroom to try to listen. As I got closer, I realized what I thought was talking was more like heavy breathing. The door was ajar. Again, I hesitated, but decided, what the hell. I slowly opened the door a bit more, and peered in. What I saw is something that I will never forget as long as I live.

Sarah was naked, lying on the bed with her head on the pillows. Ariel, also naked, was sucking on Sarah's right tit, her own breasts bobbing below her. Beth, also naked, was sucking on Sarah's left tit, her massive chest hanging down. And Cara's perfect heart shaped ass was facing me, and it looked like her face was buried in Sarah's pussy. Sarah was writhing and panting on the bed under this incredible attention. 

I was stunned. First, I was seeing my sister naked. Putting aside the fact that she was very hot, it was very weird. Second, there were three other beautiful naked women pleasuring her. I stood there like a statue, watching, not sure whether to leave, but not wanting to stop watching this monumental display of gorgeous female nakedness. My cock was rock hard. 

Then I heard Sarah yell out, "Oh my god, what is Jack doing here?" 

Everyone stopped and looked at me. I felt the blood rush to my face and I wanted to run. But still, I couldn't move. 

Finally, Cara said to Sarah, "What's the big deal?" and buried her face back into my sister's muff. 

Ariel and Beth shrugged and went back to working over Sarah's breasts, and she started to writhe on the bed again. I knew I should leave, but I was paralyzed by the situation. This was better than any video I had ever seen, and it was actually happening right in front of my eyes. And then, Cara reached her right hand behind her and waved me closer, pointing to her ass. I thought I understood what she wanted, and as if in a trance, I dropped my shorts, took off my shirt and approached her from behind. I maneuvered myself into position and slowly slid my cock into Cara's slippery pussy. 

As I thrust into Cara, I leaned forward over her back, reached around and started rubbing her small, sensitive tits, and I could see the three of them pleasuring my sister, who was moaning and thrashing on the bed. I kept up my pumping into Cara as the women increased the pace of their oral work on Sarah, who began to buck her hips wildly against Cara's mouth. This caused Cara to go even harder on Sarah's pussy, and, at the same time, press harder and harder against my cock. At about the same time that my sister let out a loud scream and shuddered, I came hard into Cara, who snapped her head up from Sarah's crotch and growled. 

Sarah was sweating, her dark hair matted against her head, and Ariel and Beth were resting their heads on her chest, above her tits, which I noticed guiltily were fairly large, quite nicely shaped, with small, dark areolas. I started to feel uncomfortable again, and tried to quietly slip out of the room, grabbing my clothing. I made it back downstairs to the bathroom, cleaned myself off again and got dressed. If that was the end of the weekend, it was certainly a memorable ending.

After a while, Ariel, Beth and Cara came downstairs, followed by Sarah, carrying her dirty sheets, which she put into the basket. 

She looked at all of us and said, "As great as that was, it never happened. We never speak of that again, O.K.?" 

We all agreed. I still felt a bit uncomfortable, so I decided to do the laundry and let things chill out for a while.

When I came back upstairs after starting the wash, the remaining food and drinks were packed and the girls had brought their bags into the living area. I finished my packing and did the same. We sat in the living room, awkwardly. It was a little sad that such a fun weekend was ending with some weirdness. Suddenly, Cara began to laugh, a deep belly laugh that seemed too big to come from her slight frame (but I had learned not to underestimate her). Ariel caught the laughing bug, then Beth. I tried to hold back, out of respect for my sister's feelings, and it was only after Sarah started laughing that I joined in. It was a cathartic laughter, and it appeared to release the tension in the room. 

With tears streaming down her cheeks from the laughing, Sarah said, "you know, I love you guys. All of you. You are the best friends, and, it turns out, great in bed." 

The girls all laughed and got up for a group hug. I decided that I was better off staying out of it. When the laundry was done, we folded the sheets and put them away, then loaded the car.

The ride home was relatively quiet. There really wasn't much to say, so we listened to music as Sarah drove home. I mostly replayed the weekend in my head, trying to make sure I remembered every last detail, and trying to think of what each of the women taught me. I vowed again that I was going to use this knowledge to improve my social life in the next few months before I went to college. 

After this weekend, I couldn't imagine not having sex again for a long time, and I couldn't be sure whether any of these three would be willing to do it again once we got home, despite Cara's comment. Although I figured it would be worth a try at some point—because they seemed have enjoying it, too, but it was also possible that it was a one time only lake house event. So, if I wanted to get laid again, I thought that I would need to try and find someone on my own.

About half way home, Sarah finally took me up on my offer to drive, and so I had to concentrate on the road, and the traffic. I noticed that Sarah fell asleep with a half smile on her face. I dropped off Ariel, who gave me a peck on the cheek before she went to her house, then Cara, who shot me an incredibly sexy look before kissing me good bye on the lips, and finally Beth, who also kissed me on the lips. 

Sarah woke up as we were pulling into our driveway. We unloaded the car, but before we went in, I grabbed Sarah's shoulder and said, again, how much I had appreciated what she and her friends had done for me. 

She said, "Jack, it was my pleasure to arrange it, and my friends all told me that you performed way better than expected. They all said that you were not only great in bed, but that you were respectful, responsive and caring. That is exactly what I was hoping would happen. But trust me—if we find out that you forgot what you learned this weekend—if you turn into a douchebag and treat women badly, or, on the other hand, if you go back into your shell, we will make you very miserable." 

I promised her that I would take all of the lessons of the weekend to heart.

We entered the house with our stuff. Dad was there, sitting at the dining room table, working on his laptop. He asked how the weekend had gone, and we both told him that it was great. 

"How's the lake house?" he asked. 

"The place looks great—you should get up there this summer," Sarah responded. 

"Doubtful," he said, turning back to his laptop.

We took the food into the kitchen and our bags upstairs. 

"Dad worries me," she said. "He never does anything fun anymore. Just work." 




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"I know, I responded. "Maybe we can figure something out."

Later that evening, Sarah was in her room, and I was in the living room watching TV, trying to prolong the weekend before going to sleep. Surprisingly, Dad came in and sat down. 

"You know how proud I am of both of you, and love the fact that the two of you get along. I'm sorry I haven't really been there for you and Sarah," he said. 

"Don't worry, Dad, we understand. But we both wish you would lighten up and have some fun sometimes." 

"Yeah," he said, "I know should, but I don't feel it. So tell me about the weekend. I was surprised that Sarah asked you to come along with her friends." 

I paused, and decided to tell him some of the truth. "Dad, you know that I am not, let us say, socially adept." 

"I guess so," he responded. 

"So, Sarah found out that I was still a virgin, and she kind of arranged this weekend for me to lose my virginity." 

Dad looked at me, smiled and shook his head. "Quite a sister you have," he said. 

"I know," I responded sincerely. 

"And did it work?" he asked. 

"In fact, it did," I responded, smiling. 

"Was it what you hoped?" he asked. 

"Better," I replied. 

"Good," he said. "I'm glad. Not everyone is so lucky. My first time was with this crazy girl in the woods when I was 15, and I wasn't really ready. It wasn't until later that I had a good experience." 

With that, Dad stood up and went to bed. I followed shortly after.



The Lake House Lessons 04



TUESDAY

I had become really tired of high school. I had succeeded in class, been a leader in extracurricular activities, and although it got me into the college that I wanted, I came to hate the fact that I barely had any fun. I didn't go to the prom. I wasn't invited to the shore. I had my two friends, but otherwise spent my time alone. And the academic part of school was essentially over. By this point in the year, because I had taken all AP classes, I was really done with my classes—we were doing some moderately fun projects to kill time until the end of the year, but there was really little to keep me interested. 

The only thing I looked forward to at school was checking out the hot girls, who took advantage of the warmer weather to wear as little as they could get away with. But now, after my incredible weekend at the lake house, I planned to look with the thought of how I could start a conversation with some of them and maybe even get laid at some point. 

Fred had cornered me as soon as I showed up, demanding more details, and I gave him a quick and dirty recap of the last bit. He claimed not to believe any of it, and frankly, I didn't give a shit. I knew what happened, and that was good enough for me.

At lunch, I was sitting at my usual table in the corner with Fred and Gina. The three of us were our little nerd group since middle school, and among us we pretty much monopolized the leadership of all of the school organizations with zero social cachet, but which looked good on college apps. So, for example, I was editor of the newspaper and president of the science club, Fred was president of the social studies club and Gina was editor of the lit mag and president of the mock trial team. Fred was short and stocky, although well built, with wavy blond hair and a bland face, neither unattractive nor attractive. Gina was average height, with mousy brown hair that was cut without any discernible style. I honestly had no idea if she had a good body or not, since I had never seen her dressed in anything but baggy clothing. I'd always thought that she probably wasn't bad looking, but she didn't seem interested in her looks at all. 

Gina was probably the only person in the school who challenged me academically, but I edged her out as valedictorian by a small margin. For years, Gina and I had hung out almost every day, spending hours talking and watching obscure TV shows together. Until recently, we pretty much told each other everything. She could be pretty caustic, but also never took offense if someone disagreed with her, as long as the position could be backed by a reasonable argument. It was stupidity and illogic that set her off. Fred was fourth in the class, and was my best male friend, but we were never really as close as Gina and I. The guy who was third in the class was too weird even for us, and we never saw him outside of class. What he did was a mystery that we never solved.

Fred kept pressing me for more details from the weekend, and Gina, not being an idiot, figured out what was going on. The whole thing seemed to piss her off, and she kept making snotty remarks about the brain power of my sister and her friends, which, of course, I had to refute. Before it got too ugly, I was able to change the topic to one of our AP physics projects, when I saw something happening that threatened to break the rigid caste system of the school. 

Dana Angelo, in my considered opinion the hottest girl in our school, was strutting toward our table. Dana was Ariel's younger sister, and we played together in elementary school. But in middle school, she started growing breasts and turning into the alpha girl of our grade, so she clearly had to snub me as socially undesirable. We probably hadn't spoken a word since 8th grade, when I innocently said hello to her in the hall, and she dramatically and intentionally ignored me. 

She never once during high school acknowledged my existence, and hung out with the popular kids and the jocks. Despite that, like probably all of the guys at my school, and probably even some of the girls, I had numerous fantasies about Dana. The stories of the things that went on at her 18th birthday party were legendary, and if even half of them were true, were mind boggling. 

Despite the fact that they were sisters, Dana looked nothing like Ariel. Where Ariel was blond, tall and athletic, Dana was dark, a little shorter, and more voluptuous. Her face was dazzling, and although I'm guessing she did, it looked like she didn't have to wear makeup. Her dark, straight hair reached just below her shoulders. She had larger tits than Ariel, but not as huge as Beth, and she loved to wear tight, low cut shirts to display them. She also had a great ass and legs, and often wore short skirts or leggings to school to emphasize that fact. Not that I noticed. 

Today, as she approached our table, she was wearing a too-tight t-shirt that strained against her chest and tight jeans that accentuated her shapely hips, butt and legs.  Even more heads than usual followed her to our table, wanting to see why North High School royalty was about to cross the divide and consort with the nerds. She stood by our table for a second as if to decide whether it was safe to sit down, and then pulled out a chair and sat next to me.

I was thrown by this unprecedented behavior, and in my nervousness, I said, dripping with sarcasm, "Hey, Dana, how have you been the past few years?" 

I don't think she picked up on my tone, or if she did, she didn't react negatively. Which I realized was good, because as low as my status already was, I could only have imagined what it would be like if Dana realized that I was mocking her to her admittedly flawless face. 

"Fine, I guess," she replied, calmly. 

There was an awkward pause. She smiled at me, and I was immediately entranced. 

"Look, Jack, I need a favor from you. I know I haven't been exactly nice to you since middle school, but I'm kind of desperate." Her beautiful brown eyes actually seemed to tear up a bit. 

"My sister told me that she spent some time with you this weekend and that you were a nice guy and would help me." 

I wondered how much Ariel told her about the weekend, but that could wait for later. 

"What can I help you with?" I asked. 

"I got a cheerleading scholarship to State," she started, but before she could finish, Gina jumped in, 

"And you need him to help you spell DEFENSE?" 

Dana threw her a withering gaze that probably would have intimidated most other kids at the school, and turned back to me, flashing a look that was pure sex, and I mentally took her side against Gina's taunting. 

"Unfortunately, my grades are not great, and if I fail the physics final, State will pull my scholarship." 

She took a deep breath, causing her tits to heave toward my face. 

"I need you to tutor me in physics," she finally blurted out. 

"That's all?" I asked. 

"Yeah, can you?" 

I was smart enough to know that I was being manipulated, but quickly did the calculus. On the one hand, she had frozen me out for 5 years which was probably the main cause of my social pariah status. On the other hand, she was hot, popular and her sister had punched my v-card and had been so nice to me. There was no question. 

"Of course. When do you want to start?" 

Fred and Gina looked aghast, but I didn't care. They were missing how this development could help them, as well as me. 

"Tonight? 5:00 at my house?" She asked. 

"Sure, I'll be there," I responded, trying hard to keep the nervous quivering out of my voice. 

"Thanks," she said. "Ariel almost guaranteed you would help—she really seems to like you. She told me that I had totally misjudged you." 

Dana stood up, turned around and walked away. I stared at her ass for a while, then looked around and saw everyone in the cafeteria talking and pointing. 

"Are you really going to help that bitch pass physics?" Gina demanded. 

"Yes, yes I am," I replied. "Look, this may give us a chance to have some fun in our last few months in this town." 

Gina stood up and started to walk away. "See you in English," she said as she left the cafeteria. 

Fred leered at me. "I get it. Her sister fucked you, so you feel like you owe her." 

"In part," I responded. "Plus, look at her. I am not going to pass up the opportunity to spend any time with her and maybe have her owe me a favor. And who knows what could happen. Maybe we get invited to a party, and get to do something other than spending the weekend at the coffee shop or playing computer games." 

Fred thought for a second and said, "You're dreaming. Maybe, just maybe, she gets you an invite to some stupid party. But no way in hell are you ever going to touch her."  

I responded, "last week, I would have agreed with you, but now, after the lake house, I believe miracles are possible."

That evening, I drove over to Dana's house with a few physics review books I found in the house. Their house was in an older part of town, and I remembered that Ariel and Dana's father had left them years ago, and that they struggled a bit. I knew that Ariel worked at Orlando's, a local Italian restaurant, as a hostess during the summer, and Dana worked there some evenings and weekends waiting tables. We had seen them there when Dad, Sarah and I had gone for dinner. 

I steeled myself and vowed not to act nervous. I knocked at the door, and Dana let me in. She was wearing a loose shirt and shorts, and no makeup, but still looked great. We sat down at the dining room table. 

"Do you want anything?" she asked. 

It wouldn't have been appropriate for me to say what I really wanted, so I went with, "Um, a glass of water would be great." 

She sat down next to me, and I could smell her spicy, yet floral scent. I started to get that panicky feeling I always got with girls. I thought to myself, don't be intimidated. She is just a person who asked you for help. And you have fucked her older sister, who came back for more. Be confident. My musing was interrupted by Dana's voice. 

"So, how should we do this?" she asked. 

We discussed what she thought she knew about physics, which was almost nothing, and she admitted that she had basically no notes, because she didn't understand what to write down. I realized I was in very deep, so we took out a review book, and started at the beginning. I insisted that she take notes, and I helped her create an outline of the material. She listened, and lacked the hard edge that she always had at school. It was clear to me that Dana wasn't dumb, but that she just lost the thread of the material early in the semester, essentially gave up and either lacked the tools or the desire to catch up. But I pushed her and she began to grasp the work as we went over the introductory topics we needed to cover to build a base for the rest of the material. 

About an hour into the session, the front door opened, and Ariel came in, apparently from a run. She was sweaty and flushed, but it made me think of how she looked after we finished having sex. She came over to us, put her hand on my shoulder, gave it a small squeeze and said, 

"Good, I really appreciate your helping Dana. She needs it." 

"No problem," I responded, "you know that I would do anything for you." 

Ariel smiled and went upstairs. I forced myself to not watch her ass as she walked away, and Dana and I went back to work.

Dana must have been really motivated by the potential loss of her scholarship, because we worked solidly for about 2 hours, and she did seem to be getting it. I was pretty impressed by her focus and her increasing understanding of the concepts. It became obvious that she was smart enough to do the work, but just got lost early and never tried to get back on track. I wasn't sure that we had time to get her to pass, but I was willing to try, if she was. I almost forgot that I was sitting next to the best looking girl in school, who I had fantasized about regularly, but who never acknowledged my existence. She was working hard, listening, asking good questions, was actually kind of amusing and even laughed at some of my silly physics jokes. Which do exist. 

Finally, she said, "I think that's enough for today," and closed the review book. 

I gave her an assignment to do before the next session.

She turned to me, smiled, and said, "I need to admit something." 

"What?" I asked. 

She looked at me and said, "Ariel told me a bit more about your weekend than I said at school—I didn't want to say too much in front of your friends, what're their names?" 

"Fred and Gina," I reminded her, "you've known them since elementary school." 

"Yeah, whatever," she responded. "Anyway, Ariel told me that she slept with you, and that she was actually your first." 

"Great," I said, embarrassed. "What else did she say?" 

"Nothing to be ashamed of—to the contrary, she said you were a really good lover and a really nice guy." 

I felt my face flush again. 

Dana continued, "She even told me that you survived a night with Cara." 

I smiled and shrugged as she continued, "So, I thought that maybe, kind of in exchange for the tutoring, it might be fun for us to fool around."

I was shocked, and kind of amused. Rarely was knowledge of physics considered a successful way to attract hot girls. 

"So, you want me to be like your physics whore?" I said, using a jocular tone and smiling, so that she wouldn't think I was serious. 

"Yeah, I guess," she said, laughing, "if you want to put it that way." 

"Wait," I said, not wanting to get myself killed, "don't you have a huge boyfriend?" 

She responded, with a scowl, "Not since prom night. We broke up." I didn't say anything. "He got really drunk, ignored me much of the night, grinded with other girls on the dance floor, tried to force me to give him a blow job on the bus in front of everyone, then skipped the afterparty to go to a strip club with his jock buddies." 

I shook my head, thinking about the stupidity of throwing away Dana for that. 

She began to get angry and spat out, "I was the fucking prom queen, and my boyfriend humiliated me and abandoned me on prom night. I was not going to take that from him, or any guy, for that matter." 

She started to tear up, so I did what anyone would do in that situation and reached out to comfort her. She allowed me to hug her, and she turned her head up to face mine. We kissed, her full, sensuous lips soft against mine, her tongue probing my mouth. Dana stood up, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. 

"Is your room next to your sister's?" I asked. 

"Yes," she replied. 

"Won't that be awkward?" 

"Not really, um, look, this won't be the first time I've had a guy in my room, and she certainly has had her share." 

I guessed that was a good point.

We went into her room, and Dana closed the door and turned on a small lamp. I wasn't sure what I expected Dana's bedroom to look like, but somehow I didn't expect that it would look like a regular high school girl's room, filled with stuffed animals, and pictures of Dana and her friends, along with cheerleading trophies and ribbons. And I really can't imagine what I thought would be in her room other than that. I also didn't expect to see some posters for interesting bands, including a couple that I really liked. Of course, I knew very little about Dana anymore, other than she was beautiful, that she was the most popular girl at our school and that she needed help in physics. 

After quickly scanning her room, I approached her and began to kiss her on the lips and face. I decided to take some initiative and pulled her shirt up and over her breasts and head. She was wearing a pink, lacy bra that supported her ample tits and displayed them to great advantage. This was even better than in my fantasies. 

I leaned forward and kissed her upper chest and cleavage while holding her breasts in my hands. By this time, my cock was rock hard. I pulled her close and reached around behind her back to remove her bra, something that I realized I never had tried. I fumbled a bit before figuring out the clasp and opened it. Dana then reached up, pulled the straps down her arms and tossed the bra aside. Her breasts were as magnificent as I had often imagined. Big, but not too big, with small, dark areolas and nipples that pointed upward. I wanted to kiss them as much as I had wanted to do anything. 

"Go ahead," she said, and I didn't need to be asked twice. 

I sat down on the side of the bed and buried my head between her tits, holding them in my hands and feeling their heft and warmth, then moved on to kissing them and teasing her nipples with my tongue until they were hard. Dana moaned gently while I attended to her breasts, and began to pull down her shorts. She stepped away from my ministrations to remove them, leaving only a set of pink lacy panties that matched the bra. Then, she removed the panties, uncovering a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. I got a whiff of her tart aroma, which drove me crazy with lust. I stood up, my cock straining at my pants and let Dana remove my shirt, shorts and finally my boxers, as my cock snapped out. 

"Ariel wasn't lying about your equipment," she said appreciatively, as she grabbed it and began to stroke me gently. 

I continued to find it hard to believe that Dana Angelo—that Dana Angelo—had just undressed me, and was holding my cock in her hand.

We moved to the bed, and I started to kiss Dana all over her amazing body, appreciating its curves, its softness, smoothness and scent. She stroked my back, feeling the scars. 

"What happened?" she asked. 

"Cara happened," I panted, and she shook her head and chuckled. 

I reached down and began softly stroking her pubic triangle, and she spread her legs to give me better access. Meanwhile, Dana was stroking my head, back and shoulders as she enjoyed my attentions. I took my index finger and began tracing her lower lips, and could feel her moistness. I reached in with my finger and used her juices to lubricate it, as I outlined her opening. I felt her wriggling under my touch, so I continued, consciously trying to avoid her clit, while renewing my kissing and licking of her stunning firm tits and rock hard nipples. Dana continued to whimper and writhe under my touch, so I started to occasionally plunge my finger into her and twist it. She lifted her ass in the air to meet my finger. 

Finally, when she was bucking her hips in a regular motion, I felt for and found her clit and gave it a gentle tweak. She gasped, demonstrating to me that I had found the right spot, so I began to focus my attention there, occasionally sticking my finger into her slippery hole. I kept at it while she reared up in time with my thrusting. I sensed that she was on the verge of cumming, so I pressed on harder until her body tensed and she gasped. Dana opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled. 

"I want to feel that cock inside me," she said. 

"I didn't bring a condom," I told her. 

"No problem, you don't need one. Please get on top of me now. Please." 

I didn't wait for another request. I scrambled between her legs, and guided my rod into her, slowly pressing forward until I was fully engulfed by her juicy pussy. She sighed with pleasure as I entered her, and she wiggled her butt as I slowly withdrew.

I slowly fucked Dana, trying hard to control my need to release, using every trick I figured out when Cara had demanded that I not cum, and Dana swayed along with me. She then lifted her legs so that they were on my shoulders, which allowed me to push even deeper into her. I started to move gradually faster, and as I did, she pressed her legs against my shoulders, forcing her ass into the air and pressing her crotch against mine. I was grunting with pleasure, and so was Dana. We kept at it, varying speeds and angles until we were just pounding against each other with abandon. 




The Lake House Lessons 04



I couldn't hold on any more, so I yelled out, "I'm cumming," and Dana yelled, "me too," as I released a blast of cum into her while she squeezed my cock with her inner muscles and pounded the bed with her hands. 

I collapsed on her, feeling her hard nipples against my chest as her legs crashed down on the mattress. I rolled off of Dana onto the bed and lay there. Suddenly, I realized that I had, somehow, just fucked the hottest girl in my school. And that she enjoyed it. 

I reached over to Dana and pulled her close to me. She curled into the fetal position and let me hold her, as her breathing slowed. 

"Ariel didn't exaggerate about how good you were, either," she said softly. 

"Thank you. How could I not want to bring pleasure to such a beautiful woman?" I responded. 

Her face lit up with a smile and she snuggled closer. It was clear that she enjoyed being complimented. 

After a few minutes, though, she sat up and said, "My mother will be home soon, so we should clean up and get downstairs." 

"Your mom doesn't know that you do this when she is out?" I asked. 

"She knows," Dana responded, "but Ariel and I don't rub her face in it." 

"Gotcha," I said. 

I kissed her beautiful, soft lips again and stood up. I wiped my dripping cock with some tissues and grabbed my clothing. I looked out the bedroom door, and seeing the coast was clear, ran bareassed into the bathroom, where I cleaned up, dressed and went downstairs. Dana must have done the same after me, because she appeared downstairs a few minutes later. 

I started to gather my stuff, and said, "Dana—you keep the review books and use them. When do you want another tutoring session?" 

"I have to work tomorrow, so how about Thursday, same time and place?" 

"Same everything?" I asked, smiling. 

"Wow, you really have changed from the shy guy who never talks to anyone," she noted. 

"I guess," I responded, happy that I was gaining more confidence by the day, "you can thank Ariel for that." 

"Absolutely," she said, "same everything—but maybe not exactly the same, that might be dull," she said with a sexy look that caused the blood to rush to my face.

At that moment, the door opened, and Dana's mom came in. I hadn't really seen her in years, but she was still a very attractive woman, as you would expect considering how beautiful her daughters were. She was not as tall as Ariel, but was blonde and built more like Dana. I vaguely remembered that their father was tall and dark, which made sense. 

"Mom, you remember Jack, we used to be friends in middle school, and he is going to help me pass physics." 

She smiled at me, displaying her white teeth, and said, "It has been a while, Jack. Your sister is friendly with Ariel, right? Sarah?" 

"Yes, ma'am," I responded. 

While we spoke, Mrs. Angelo reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine, and poured herself a glass. 

"Need to take the edge off at the end of the day," she said. "Anyway, thanks for helping Dana. We need her to keep her scholarship. We can't pay you much, but—" 

I interrupted, "Mrs. Angelo, don't worry, Dana and I have it all worked out." 

She took her glass and headed up the stairs.

Dana looked at me and said, "I think she drinks too much, but she has been lonely since Dad left." 

I wasn't really sure what to say, and I came up with, "it has been a long time, right?" 

"Yeah," Dana responded, "Too long." 

"But she is still very attractive; I can't imagine she would have trouble finding someone," I stated. 

Dana thought for a second before responding. "I think that Dad leaving ruined her confidence. I mean, I've seen pictures—when she was younger, she was so beautiful, and she and Dad fell madly in love. But then, well, then he started cheating on her and left for a younger woman." 

"That sucks," I said. 

"Yeah, I know. Then, I understand she tried to meet men, but no one was interested in someone with two kids, so she kind of shut down. Now, she works late every night to make enough money for us to be able to do extracurriculars at school and go to college, comes home and has dinner, sometimes too much wine, and goes to sleep. And on the weekends, sometimes she works, and sometimes she just does things around the house or watches television. I wish I could think of something to do." 

All of a sudden, I realized that I was having a serious personal conversation with Dana, who last week didn't even recognize my existence. And then there was the whole sex thing. 

"Yeah, I wish there was," I said. 

I kissed Dana goodbye, savoring the taste of her mouth and lips, and left.

Driving home, I continued to marvel at how things had changed for me in a week. And all because my sister walked in on me jerking off. Life was strange, sometimes.

When I got home, Dad wasn't home yet, and Sarah was out somewhere, so I had the house to myself. I went on line, just killing time, when I noticed that I had gotten Facebook friend requests from Ariel, Cara and Beth, which I immediately accepted. I started looking at their profiles, and saw pictures of all of them partying at college. They really were beautiful, and I had slept with each of them. Then, I got a message from Fred. 

"How did your tutoring session with Dana go?" 

"Very well," I responded. "She isn't stupid, just dug herself a hole, and I think she started to understand things when I explained them." 

"Great, I guess," Fred responded. 

"Oh, and afterwards, we fucked." 

Fred responded immediately—"No way". 

I responded, "no, really. We did." 

"WTF???" he texted back. 

"Yeah, no big deal," I lied. 

"Asshole" he responded, and signed off.

I took a shower, and spent the rest of the night watching TV until Sarah came home. I told her what had happened, and she shook her head and laughed. 

"I think I may have created a monster," she said, punched me in the arm and went upstairs to her room. 

I went to bed before Dad came home.



The Lake House Lessons 05



WEDNESDAY

The next morning, I arrived at school as usual and went to class. By second period, I noticed something strange—a few pretty girls actually made eye contact with me in the hall, and a few even said, "Hey" at me and smiled as they walked by. Initially, I was surprised and didn't respond, but after a couple of times, I nodded, or said "hey" back. 

When I was at my locker, before lunch, I waited, as I always did on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, for Dana to walk by. For most of senior year, seeing her walk by was one of the highlights of my week. Today, however, instead of just walking by me without a glance, she stopped and came over to me. She looked great, as usual. 

She put her hand on my shoulder, leaned into me so that I got a strong whiff of her scent and whispered in my ear, "I hope you don't mind, but I mentioned some of your hidden talents to some of my friends. I think it might be a good thing for you and maybe it will make up for my bad behavior." She squeezed my shoulder and pulled away. "Tomorrow at 5, again," she said, maybe a bit louder than necessary. 

"Yeah, see you then," I croaked, as she walked away. 

I was still overcome by her presence as I watched her ass wiggle down the hall. I realized that everyone in the hall was watching me, so I tried to pull myself together and go to lunch.

I joined Fred and Gina at our table. Gina started in on me right away. 

"What the fuck is with you? You're like some sort of man-slut," she hissed. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning ignorance. 

"Look, I know what happened with you and Dana." 

I shot a look at Fred, who sputtered, "I didn't say anything." 

Gina jumped in, "No, he didn't have to tell me, it is all over the school. I was in the girls' room, and everyone was talking about how you and Dana had done it, and that she said that you were quite the stud." 

I had to smile. Dana really did control the social network here. She could have said that I had horns and a tail, and people would have believed it. 

"Why is that any of your fucking business?" I asked Gina. "I know that this whole thing is out of the blue, but can you blame me? You don't get to tell me who I can date, or sleep with." 

She stood up and said, "I just thought you were better than that, that you wouldn't just become whatever with Dana after the way she has treated us." 

I responded, "Look, I have been basically a social outcast forever here, and now things are going my way, for whatever reasons. I plan on taking advantage and making up for lost time." 

Gina turned and stormed out of the cafeteria. 

I turned to Fred and asked, "What's her problem?" 

He looked at me, as if I was the crazy one, shrugged and started to eat his sandwich. We ate together in silence, and I could sense the eyes of everyone in the cafeteria staring at me.

Before going home, I decided to stop at the coffee shop for a latte. I entered the shop, and savored the spicy coffee smell. I ordered my drink, and while it was being made, I noticed that it was pretty crowded, groups of high school kids drinking and goofing around, older people working on their laptops and one old guy, just sitting and drinking coffee. I saw this one cute redhead sitting alone, staring into an iPad, drinking coffee. She had a pile of textbooks on the table. 

I realized that one thing that I hadn't had the nerve to do yet was to ask a strange girl out. Someone who wasn't already set up to sleep with me, for example. I remembered the advice I had gotten at the lake house, to be confident and not scared. So, I decided to challenge myself and to ask this redhead out for a date. If she said, no, at least I had tried, and I figured it would get easier each time. And if she said yes, then I would have a date with a cute girl.

I got my latte, screwed up my nerve, took a deep breath and went to her table.

"Excuse me," I asked, "can I sit here?" 

She looked at me with surprise and swiveled her head around. 

"Why?" she asked, "there are empty tables." 

"Because I wanted to meet you," I said, with as much bravado as I could fake. 

She blushed, and said, "O.K., I guess, have a seat." 

"I'm Jack," I offered, sticking out my hand. 

"Fiona," she said, shaking my hand. 

I sat down and gave her a closer look. Red hair, shoulder length. Light brown eyes, fair skin, nice looking. Irish, probably. Nice tits, it appeared. She was watching me look at her. 

"I go to North," I said—"you?" 

"South," she said. "So, I guess we have to hate each other," she joked. 

"Not necessarily," I said, trying to make conversation. "What year?" I asked. 

"Senior," she responded. 

"Me too." 

We mentioned the names of people we knew at the other school, and realized that we had both been on our schools' math league team. It was clear to me that Fiona was about as socially inept as me, which, strangely, made me more comfortable. We chatted about school, and college (she was going to be going to a very good school on the West Coast), and before long, we were finished with our coffees. It was time for me to put up or shut up. I asked her to go to a movie with me that night. She seemed surprised, but agreed. We made arrangements for me to pick her up, exchanged cell numbers and went our separate ways.

I went home, and Sarah was sitting out at the pool with some big, muscled guy, who she introduced as Dave, one of her friends from college. Sarah's bikini left little to the imagination, and I briefly flashed on her naked before rushing that image out of my mind. 

I asked her if they minded if I swam some laps, and they didn't, so I changed into my suit and started swimming laps, thinking about what had gone on at school. When I came out of the pool, Sarah and Dave were gone. When I went up to my room to change, I could hear them going at it in her bedroom. I was happy for her. I went upstairs, went on line for a while, then showered and changed for the date.

I picked up Fiona at her house on the other side of town. She looked very nice, conservatively dressed, but I could tell that she did have a pretty good body. We went to a restaurant for a quick bite before the movie, and we both labored to make conversation. We went over some of the same areas as earlier, and discussed our families, schools, and the like. At one point, our hands briefly touched, but she pulled back, as if shocked. Which was not a good sign. We then went to the movies and found seats about halfway back. Of course, we had to share an armrest, and we kind of jockeyed for position, finally ending up with my arm on the bottom and hers resting on top of mine. The movie was O.K., and after, I drove Fiona home. I tried to kiss her goodnight, and she turned her face, so I kissed her on the cheek. I drove home, a bit frustrated.

It was about 11 when I got home. Dad was talking to Sarah with the TV on. 

"How'd it go?" she asked. 

"Not sure," I responded, "actually, not so great, I think." 

Sarah responded, "It was good that you did it, maybe next time will be easier." 

"Yeah, I guess so," I responded. We chatted a bit longer, then Dad went upstairs. 

I went to my room and checked Facebook. I sent out a friend request to Fiona, and to Dana, and was about to go to bed when my phone went off. I had a text, but it was not from Fred, as I expected. 

It was from Cara-- "Jack, get over here now. I need you." 

It had been a long day, and it hadn't ended well. Plus, I had school tomorrow. I thought about the fact that I was about to turn down likely kinky sex with a beautiful college girl and texted back, "I can't now, sorry." 

A minute or two later, she responded, "Really? Don't make me do this myself." 

There was a picture attached, and when I downloaded it I was looking at a closeup of Cara's shaved pussy, with her middle finger stuck inside. 

I closed the picture and responded, "On my way." 

I decided that school the next day was not a big deal. I went down stairs, and Sarah asked me what was going on. 

"I think I just got a 'booty call' text from Cara, so I figured I'd go there and check it out." 

Sarah laughed, and said, "Cara, unbelievable. So, Jack, the night won't end in frustration, I guess. Just be careful." 

"Yeah," I responded, rushing out the door.

I got in my car and started driving to Cara's house. My phone rang, and it was Cara. I put it on speaker and put the phone on the seat. 

"Are you on your way, Jack?" she asked, sounding a little drunk. 

"Yes, I'm in the car," I responded. 

"I thought I could convince you." 

I laughed, "You can be pretty persuasive." 

"When you get here, no one is home. The door is open, so come on in. My room is at the top of the stairs." 

"Got it," I said, navigating the car over the dark roads, driving as fast as I could. 

"I'm naked," she growled, in a low, sexy voice. "My pussy wants you bad," she moaned. "Tell me what you are going to do to me when you get here," she pleaded. "I'm a very bad girl and need to be punished." 

I figured that I had to play along. "You are a bad girl," I said with a snarl, "I'm going to put you over my knee and give you a spanking." 

I heard her sigh and say, "Yes, I deserve a spanking. Then what are you going to do?" she asked. 

I had no clue what to say, but I figured I needed to say something, "I'm going to tease your pussy until you beg me to fuck you," I said, trying to sound like I had a plan. 

"Oh, yes," she moaned, "Then what?" 

"Um, then, when you are begging me to fuck you, I'm not going to. I'm going to tease you more, until you can't take it anymore and are crying and on your knees pleading for me to take pity on your unworthy pussy." 

"Yes, Yes," she panted. 

I continued, "Then, when I am satisfied that you are sorry, I'm going to shove my rock hard cock into you and pound your pussy until you scream with pleasure and cum." 

"Oh, yes, that is what I want," she sighed. 

My cock was already rock hard against my pants as I pulled into Cara's driveway. I ran into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom.

As promised, Cara was lying naked on the bed, with the phone in one hand and her other hand fingering her crotch. Her puffy nipples jutted out from her small, shapely tits and she moaned softly as she gently pleasured herself. 

I ripped off my clothing and without another word, I sat on the bed, and said, "Take your hand off of there. Only I can give you pleasure tonight, but you have been a very bad girl, and you need to come here for punishment." 

She crawled over to me looking contrite, and positioned herself on my lap, her perfectly shaped ass, and her tattoo, offered up for me to mete out my discipline. I noticed some bruising on the smooth pale skin of her ass. My cock pointed to the ceiling, wedged between her hip and my stomach. 

"Yes," she said softly, "I need to be punished." 

I slapped her left butt cheek pretty hard, so that I could see the red outline of my fingers before it faded, and she sighed, with what sounded like pleasure. I alternated slapping her cheeks, gradually increasing the power of my strokes, and she arched her butt up to meet my hand, growling, moaning and sighing as I hit her. I slipped my left hand between her legs, and it was drenched by her juices as I began to finger her pussy while spanking her until she was on the verge of climax. 

I figured, what was good for the goose was good for the gander, so I said, sternly, "You miserable slut. You may not cum until I tell you to," 

When she didn't answer right away, I smacked her ass hard, and said, "Did you hear me? 

She quickly and meekly responded,"No, I won't cum until you tell me to." 

I told her to get off my lap and lie on the bed, and she complied. 

I looked at her slim body and shaved pussy and then buried my face in between her legs, drinking in her scent and feeling her juices. Then, I remembered my "promise", so I slowly began to lick her and finger her until her ass began to lift off the bed and pressed her bare pussy against my face. I kept going slowly, occasionally flicking my tongue against her clit, causing her to moan and writhe wildly. I gradually increased my pace, and she did, too, until she was bucking against my face and I held on to her ass. I reminded her that she was not allowed to cum and she started begging me to fuck her, 

"Stick it in," she yelled, "fuck me with your cock, now, please," she bellowed. 

But I would not. I needed to be a man of my word. I slowed my pace a bit, and brought her down from the verge of climaxing, then slowly increased my tempo until she again was lifting her hips to my mouth. I then started to tease her asshole gently with my fingers, slick with her juices, when she pressed down and my finger slipped into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She screamed and began to buck up and down so that on the down strokes my finger went further up her ass and on the up stroke, my tongue flicked against her clit ring and clit. 

I essentially stayed still while her hips did the work of bringing her to close to an orgasm, so I said, "O.K., you can cum now," and she reached a screaming, shaking orgasm. 

"NOW, PLEASE, FUCK ME," she screamed. 

I stood up, and said, "Not until you get on your knees and beg." 

She leapt off the bed and knelt before me, with a crazed look in her eye and said, "Please, please fuck me now." 

My cock was sticking out and vibrating. I decided to see how far she was willing to go. 

"Are you sorry?" I asked, not exactly sure what she needed to be sorry about, but playing the game. 

"Yes," I'm sorry," she said, and bent down and kissed my feet. 

It was getting stranger. 

"Your apology is accepted, but first you must kiss my cock." 

She leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. "Is that good?" she asked, meekly. 

"Yes. It was acceptable," I said, "now what do you want? 

"Please, I'm begging you, please fuck me with that cock." 

"Get on the bed and spread your legs wide,' I demanded, and she did as told. I looked at her skinny, sexy body, with her dripping pussy and I crawled up and rammed my aching cock deep into her. Once I entered her, she wrapped her legs around me and was, as last time, a wild woman. We fucked harder and harder until I told her that she could cum again, and I screamed out and let loose a river of semen as I collapsed on her chest, panting, and my heart racing.

We recovered briefly, when Cara said, "That was great. I wasn't sure if you had that in you, but you played the role quite well. Sometimes I like to be told what to do, but it doesn't work unless the guy can pull it off. Now," she continued, reaching into her night table drawer and pulling out a condom and a tube of something. "Have you ever done anal?" 

"No," I admitted, "I'm still kind of new at all of this." 

"Want to try?" she asked. 

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" I responded. 

I had tried so many different things in the last few days that I would have been up for pretty much anything. 

"O.K., here's what you do," she said. "This is lube. You gently use it to rub my asshole, and gradually insert your fingers in. I will loosen up, then you put on the condom and use plenty of lube and slowly start pressing your cock in." 

"O.K.," I responded, pretty much open to anything at this point. 

"I'll let you know when to stop," she said. "You are big, but I've had bigger in there."

She rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her now pink ass in the air, sticking a couple of pillows under her. I started to rub her slick pussy and ass hole, and she moaned softly. I squeezed some lube onto my finger and started to tease her asshole with my finger, beginning to press in, a little further each time. I felt her sphincter open slightly as I pressed in. I added more lube and went in deeper and deeper. Soon, I was able to insert two fingers and move them around in the tight hole. I reached underneath her and played with her clit while continuing my focus on her asshole. She continued to moan as I played with her ass, and pressed against my fingers, pushing them deeper and deeper. I got a faint whiff of shit, but figured that was part of the deal. I kept adding lube and playing with her, as her sphincter relaxed.

"O.K.," she said, "put on the condom and more lube and start sticking it in." 

Which I did. I actually had to push a little to get past her sphincter, but once I did, I was able to get about half way in. It was tight, much tighter than her vagina, but not unpleasant. Cara was moaning and sighing, so I slowly began to withdraw and then press forward, each time pressing further down into her ass. I was holding her hips to brace myself, and Cara was pushing against me as we began to move faster and faster. 

It was different from regular sex, but felt pretty good, and Cara was screaming every time I pressed into her ass. I reached around with my right hand and started rubbing her clit as I buttfucked her as hard as I could. With my left hand, I grabbed her long blond hair and started pulling it until her head started tilting backwards. 

She yelled, "Yes!" and her sphincter squeezed my cock, forcing me to come hard into the condom. My cock began to become limp, and it slid out of her ass. I removed the full, slick and smelly condom and placed it on the night table. I then kissed both of Cara's ass cheeks that were still sticking up in the air. Eventually, she lowered them, and I rubbed her back while she lay there quietly.

A few minutes later, she turned to me and said, in a sleepy, satisfied voice, "Thanks for coming over here. There was nobody at the bar at all interesting and I was desperate for a good fucking. You gave me exactly what I needed." 

"Any time," I said, and meant it. 

I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom, took a piss, cleaned off, returned and got dressed—Cara was still lying on the bed, butt naked, the pinkness from my spanking receding from her cheeks. I kissed the back of her head and her perfect ass and left the house, got in my car and went home, quietly going to my room so that I wouldn't have to answer questions. It was close to 1 a.m., and I needed to get to sleep.

THURSDAY

I staggered out of bed on Thursday morning, tired, sore and smelling faintly of sex and shit. I took a long shower and dressed for school. 

When I got to school, Fred said, "You look like crap—were you out drinking last night?" 

I said, "No," and told him about my lousy date with Fiona, and then the booty call from Cara. 

He was both annoyed (jealous, I guess), and curious. I told him about the picture she sent, but refused to show it to him. 

"What did you do with her?" he asked. 

"I spanked the crap out of her, at her request, then went down on her until she literally got on her knees and begged me to fuck her, so I did, then she asked me for anal." 

"NO," he gasped. "You are my fucking hero," he said, salaaming at me sarcastically. 

"I really can't explain this, but I have had an amazing lucky streak, and I going to enjoy every minute," I said. 

"I would, if I were you," he admitted. 

Thursday was similar to Wednesday at school. Increasing numbers of attractive girls acknowledged my existence, and I even got unsolicited high-fives from some of the guys. I had notes stuck in my locker from a couple of younger girls looking to "hook up." I was both enjoying and a little embarrassed by the attention. 

At lunch, Gina sat alone, at another table, still, it seemed, mad at me for the sin of trying not to be totally unpopular. Fred and I chatted, as we usually did, about the usual things, without acknowledging the obvious stuff that was going on. For my part, I really wasn't focused on anything other than my next tutoring session with Dana, or, more to the point, the post-tutoring session. I tried to figure out what Dana might have in mind, and my imagination was running wild.




The Lake House Lessons 05



When I showed up at Dana's house that evening, I was surprised to see Emily, another girl in her clique. Emily was pleasant enough looking, with a nice body, and somehow had insinuated herself into the in crowd, despite not being a cheerleader or exceptionally hot. 

"You know, Emily," Dana asked, "right?" 

"Not really," I responded. I shook her hand awkwardly and said, "Jack." 

Emily said, a little nervously "Yeah, I don't think we've ever actually met, but Dana has told me a lot about you." 

Dana interjected, "Emily needs a little help in physics, so I hoped that you wouldn't mind if she sat in today." 

She bent slightly to give me a view of her cleavage then shot me a look that I felt in my crotch, so it was not surprising that I agreed. I sat between the two of them and we went over the next few units. Dana definitely began to make some progress, and Emily, it seemed, was actually in pretty good shape on the material, but just needed a little push on a few things. 

I was admittedly a bit of a physics nerd, and loved talking about it, so I didn't even notice that we had gone more than two hours without a break. 

Finally, Dana pushed away from the table and said, "That's it, I have had enough." 

I complimented both of them on their work and they thanked me. I waited for Emily to leave, so I could get my hands on Dana, but she didn't make any move out the door. I figured that Emily's presence would prevent me from getting my "compensation", so I got up to leave. 

Dana said, "Stay, please. I have to ask you something." 

"What?" I asked. She looked at Emily, who nodded, a bit shyly. 

"Emily, here, has turned 18 last week and is a virgin," Dana stated. 

I saw Emily blush and lower her eyes. 

"I suggested to her that you might be willing to help her with that condition. I told her about what my sister had done for you, and that I thought that you would be gentle and treat her well, but also show her a good time." 

I sat there quietly, thinking. Now, I was the experienced one? The world really had turned. I looked again at Emily. She was no Dana, but who was, really? But she was far, far from repellent. And I knew from recent experience that this must have been really hard for her to allow Dana to raise with me. I could tell that she was uncomfortable. 

"Of course," I said, smiling at Emily. "How could anyone resist Emily? I would be honored to be your first." 

Dana looked at me and smiled. "O.K., you can use my room. Emily, why don't you go up and get comfortable?" 

She turned and nervously walked upstairs to Dana's room. 

Dana grabbed my arm and said, "I thought you would be willing to do this, and that you would be gentle and nice. Emily is a great girl, but she had a very protective, religious family. This is a big deal for her. Oh, and there are condoms in my night table—make sure you use them, Emily isn't on birth control. Yet." 

"Don't worry, I had a great first experience, thanks to Ariel, and I will do my best for Emily."

I went up to Dana's room. I could see that Ariel was not in her room, which was good. This situation was really odd, but at the end of the day, I was about to have sex with another attractive girl from school, who would actually be grateful to me for screwing her. Not to mention, Dana would be pleased, which could only be good for me.

When I got to Dana's room, the door was open but the lights were off. I could make out a shape in the bed, under the covers. I turned on Dana's desk lamp, which threw off a little light, and closed the door. Emily was under the blankets, which were pulled up to her chin. I kicked off my shoes and sat on the bed. 

"Please give me your hand," I asked. 

She wriggled a hand out from under the blanket, carefully not exposing anything, and gave it to me. I held it in my hands, feeling her trembling a little, and said, "We really don't have to do this, if you don't want to. I'll even say we did, if you want." 

"No," she responded. "I want to do this, I'm just scared." 

"There is nothing to be scared of," I said gently. "Look, you know that until last Saturday, I was a virgin like you, and then, I wasn't. It felt great, and it was fun and sex really feels good." 

"Really?" she asked. 

"Yes," I responded, "We will take it as slowly as you want, and we won't do anything you don't want to. In fact, we will stop anytime you want." 

She smiled, and when she did, she seemed to relax. Her face was round and fair; she had blue eyes and auburn hair. I slowly leaned toward her and kissed her on the lips. We awkwardly kissed for a while, and the kisses gradually increased in quality and passion. I noticed that she was still wearing her bra, as I began to stroke her neck and shoulders. I pushed the covers down just an inch or two, revealing the softness of her creamy white upper chest and the top of her bra cups. Her tits looked to be of pretty good size, roughly like Ariel's. I took off my shirt and pressed my torso against her at an angle so that my cock, which was growing in size, was still against the bed. Taking it slowly. I kissed her neck and breasts above the bra, moving the covers down a few more inches until her breasts were fully exposed. Her bra was plain but sheer, and I could see her dark nipples poking slightly through the fabric. 

I started to gently caress her tits, through the bra, and she began to moan slightly, close her eyes and tilt her head back. I continued to do this until she sat up a little, reached behind her back, unclasped the bra and pulled it off. Her breasts were very nice. Round, white and firm with small round areolas and a nice sized dark nipple. I took them in my hands and looked at Emily. 

"You are very beautiful," I said. 

She smiled and I took that as a signal to begin kissing her tits and sucking on her nipples. She closed her eyes and threw her head back against the pillow, letting out sighs and moans, and wiggling her hips under the covers. She pressed my head against her chest, encouraging me to keep going. I became very aroused at this point, but realized I still needed to take things slowly. I pushed the covers down further, exposing her soft, flat belly. I could see she was wearing white panties. I kissed under her breasts, then softly down her body until I reached the top of her panties. I then reached down and put my hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked. I kept rubbing her over the panties and could tell that she had a pretty full bush under there. She was writhing like crazy and pressing herself against my hand, still moaning and sighing. I was dying to stick my rod into her, but knew I should go slow. 

My hand began to reach under the waistband of her panties, until my fingers felt her pubic hair. It was full and curly. Emily lifted her hips off the bed, which I understood meant I should take her underwear off, so I slid it down, throwing the covers back to expose her nice legs, and then over her feet. I tossed them on the floor and looked back at her, fully naked. I still was wearing my shorts, and my cock was pressing hard against them. 

But instead of ripping them off, I started to rub Emily's legs, occasionally brushing against her crotch. She spread her legs, and I could see her lips, with her juices dripping on to the sheets. I started rubbing her lips, gently inserting one finger into the slippery hole, which caused her to moan harder and pant. My fingers explored her gently, and I started to finger her clit. She threw her hips into the air as if shocked, and gasped. 

"O.K.?" I asked. 

"Oh, yeah," she said, dreamily, but began to breathe heavily. 

I increased my attention to her clit which caused her to writhe and throw her hips into the air until she screamed, "Oh my god" repeatedly. I kept going until she stopped thrashing and screaming. 

Emily looked at me, her eyes on fire, and said, "That was amazing." 

I said, "Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Can I show you what you have done to me?" 

"Yes, please," she said enthusiastically. 

I stood up and took off my shorts and boxers, and my cock was standing straight and pointing right at her. 

"Wow," she said. "Dana said it was big, but I had no idea." 

"Yeah," said, "it is, I guess." 

"Can I touch it?" she asked. 

"Of course." I got on the bed and she reached out, gingerly, and grabbed it, just below the head. 

"Can I kiss it?" she asked, shyly. 

"Absolutely," I responded. 

She leaned forward and kissed my tip. Then she put the head in her mouth. 

"That feels great," I said encouragingly. 

She took me out of her mouth and said, "Will that fit inside me?" 

"It should," I replied. 

"Then let's try" she said, with a combination of fear and excitement.

I reached into Dana's night stand and grabbed a condom. I had never used one before, but didn't want Emily to know that. I tore open the package and was able to figure out how to slide the sheath over my cock. I kissed her and positioned myself above her as she spread her legs wide. I lowered myself so that the bottom of my cock pressed against her lips without trying to enter. I wiggled my hips against her, and she responded in kind. I could feel that she was slick and ready. I reached down and guided the tip until just the head was inside her. She moaned and opened her hips as if welcoming me. 

I pushed forward more, slowly, hearing Emily moan with pleasure and say, "oh my god, it is so big." 

"Does it hurt?" I asked? 

"No, no, no," she responded. 

I pushed in deeper until I felt some resistance. 

"This might hurt a little," I whispered, and pushed through what I guessed was her hymen. 

Emily yelped briefly, but then pressed against me, so I pushed my cock fully in. She yelled out and started kissing my face. I slowly withdrew my throbbing member and then plunged it back in. Emily's hips left the bed to meet my thrust, and I began to thrust faster and faster. I felt Emily pressing against my cock, harder and harder, and she began to pant harder and harder. The condom deadened my feeling, so I wasn't even close to cumming. 

She screamed out my name and dug her fingernails into my back as she thrashed under me with a tremendous orgasm. But I kept going, and a few thrusts later, she came again. Emily was moaning and laughing as I continued to pound her pussy until I came with a gasp. Worried about leakage, I quickly pulled my flagging cock out and flopped on my back. I reached over and pulled Emily close to me and held her in my arms. 

"Are you O.K.?" I asked. 

"More than O.K. That was great. Thank you," she whispered. 

"No, thank you, I replied. You were incredible." 

We laid there for a while. I grabbed some tissues off of the night table and handed some to Emily. I clumsily removed the condom and tied it off, noticing a little blood on the outside. Emily cleaned herself off, and we lay in the bed, together. I felt her hand reaching toward my cock, and she started to stroke it gently. It didn't take long until she had me fully aroused. While rubbing my engorged cock, Emily started to kiss my chest and stomach, and then moved down and began licking my shaft. 

"Let me know if I do anything wrong," she said, "I've never done this before." 

"Don't worry," I said, "that feels great." 

What she lacked in technique, she made up with enthusiasm, and she soon had me on the edge of climaxing. 

"I'm going to cum," I panted, "pull me out if you don't want me to go off in your mouth."

Instead of pulling me out, she stuck my cock in deeper, and I came with a rush. She gagged, but swallowed it down and looked at me with a satisfied grin. 

"Wow, that was incredible," I said, as she cuddled next to me. We laid there as I stroked her hair. 

After a while, she got up, and I could see her naked body, including the matted hair between her legs, and she put on what I assumed was Dana's robe, grabbed her dirty tissues and went out, presumably to the bathroom. I threw on my clothing, and when Emily returned, I grabbed the condom and the tissues, went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off. We stood awkwardly in Dana's bedroom, trying to figure out what to say. 

Finally, Emily said, "I appreciate what you did. This is a night I will always remember in a good way. I have heard so many bad stories about girls losing their virginity to jerks, that I am happy that mine was great. Even if we never do that again." 

I hugged and kissed her, and we walked together downstairs.

Dana was watching television. "All good?" she asked. 

"All good," both Emily and I responded, laughing. 

"You sounded like you were having fun." 

Emily blushed, and I shrugged. 

"That is what you wanted, right?" I asked. 

"Absolutely," she responded.

Emily looked at her watch. "Damn, I need to go home. My parents will be wondering where I am." 

I kissed her good night, and Emily said, "good night," and walked out the door. 

I turned to Dana and said, "I guess I should go, too." 

"Why?" she asked, fixing me with that irresistible stare. "I'm not done with you. Especially now that you are warmed up." 

"Seriously?" I asked. 

"Seriously," she responded, and pressed her awesome body against mine, kissing me on the lips. "By the way, I heard that you asked out some girl from South, but it didn't go well." 

I looked at her, surprised that she not only knew, but that she cared to know. 

"Uh, yeah," I said, "Fiona Callahan, from South. Know her?" 

Dana replied, "No, never heard of her." 

"How did you know that?" I asked. 

"I make it my business to know these things," she said, mysteriously, and kissed me again before taking my hand and leading me upstairs.

When we entered her room, the bed was a mess, and there were small bloodstains on the sheet. Dana looked at me, and shook her head, then walked over and stripped the bottom sheet, laying down the top sheet over the mattress. 

"I can't believe it," she said, as she took off her clothing, "but I have been thinking of doing this with you again ever since you left on Tuesday." 

I said, "me too." 

She continued, "in fact, I thought about trying to get you over here yesterday, but decided to wait." 

As she talked, I was staring at her standing there in her bra and panties, and, as my cock hardened, I pulled off my shirt and shorts and threw them on the floor. I walked behind her, and pressed my cock against her ass as I unclasped her bra and took it off of her, running my hands over her firm tits and pressing my cock harder against her ass. I then walked around her and slowly pulled down her panties as I kneeled down in front of her, and she stepped out of them. Her spicy scent enveloped me and made me crazy.

I gently pushed Dana down so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed and immersed my face between her legs. She opened her legs wide, and I began lapping away like a dog. She laughed and pressed the back of my head so that my face pushed into her gap. Then she laid back and spread her legs almost into a split, so that she was wide open. 

"Cheerleading does have its benefits," she said, laughing. 

I licked all around her inner and outer lips and began to probe her with my fingers. Occasionally, I reached up and grabbed one of her beautiful breasts. She was writhing under my face, pressing her hips up as I tasted her flowing juices. As she started to move toward orgasm, I started to suck on her clit, which caused her to yell out and start thrashing wildly. I continued to lick her clit, and reached behind her and gently rubbed the area near her asshole. Based on her whimpering and writhing, she seemed pleased with this. She screamed out and shuddered, and her ass lowered to the bed, with her legs off the bed, bent at the knees. 

I stood up, opened her legs and leaned in so that my cock entered her. I thrust hard, and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around me. With my feet on the floor, I pounded away, hard. Having already cum twice with Emily, I was in no rush, and kept alternating jack hammer blasts with side to side rocking. Dana arched her back to meet my thrusts, and she kept squeezing my back harder with her legs. I heard her breathing harder and harder, until I felt her contract inside, squeezing my cock and causing me to blow my load as she screamed my name. 

I honestly don't think that I ever felt that good, that powerful. I buckled on top of her and my shrinking cock slid out. I stood up, then sat on the bed next to Dana, whose legs were still hanging off the bed, cum dripping from her pussy. She reached up and rubbed my back a little, tracing the fading scars left by Cara, then sat up next to me. 

"That was exactly what I needed," she said. "But my mom will be home soon, so we better clean up and get dressed."

Ten minutes later, we were downstairs, and I was gathering my stuff when Mrs. Angelo came in. She was wearing a tight shirt, short skirt and heels, and looked hot. We exchanged pleasantries; she poured her wine and went upstairs. I said good bye to Dana. 

Before I left, she said—"Jack, I am having a pre-graduation party here on Saturday night at 9. Should be a blowout. Why don't you come?" 

"Of course," I said, happy that I had finally cracked the "cool kids" parties that were always going on without me. "Can I bring Fred and Gina?" I asked, figuring that my good fortune should benefit my best friends. 

"Of course," she responded. "The more the merrier." Then she asked, "by the way, can we have another tutoring session tomorrow, same time? I really need it." 

I wasn't exactly sure what she "needed", but I agreed.

I gave her a little kiss and walked out to my car, once again marveling at what was going on in my life.

Dad was not home when I arrived, but Sarah was watching TV. As I walked by her she looked at me, quizzically. I don't know if it was the look on my face, or my mussed hair, or maybe even a smell, but she asked, 

"Again?" 

I smiled and said, "You don't know the half of it." 

Before she could pump me for details, I went up to my room and went online. There were more friend requests, including from the two underclass girls who had left me notes, and even some girls from other high schools who were friends with girls from my school. And one from Emily, with a smiley face message. I accepted them all.

I saw that Fred was on line. I messaged him that I had just got back from Dana's, and she invited us, and Gina, to a party on Saturday. 

"Did you do her again?" he asked. 

"Actually, yes," I responded. 

I decided not to mention Emily, both to protect her reputation, but also because I thought it might get Fred pissed off at me. I told him that I would try to talk to Gina at school and tell her about the party. As I fell asleep, I thought of two good ideas, and hoped that I would remember them in the morning.



The Lake House Lessons 06



FRIDAY

At school on Friday, I continued to be greeted by more people who never previously acknowledged that I was alive, and I continued to be genial back. Fred tried to get more details from me about Dana, but I put him off with vague generalities. I was focused on putting into play my two ideas from the night before, plus trying to make up with Gina for whatever it was that I had done wrong and get her to come to the party.

I waited for Dana to walk by my locker, and called her over to speak. A week before, even if I had the guts to call her to my locker, she would have pretended not to hear. Yesterday, on the other hand, she asked me to fuck her and told me that she was thinking about me. But that is not why I wanted to speak with her, although I certainly didn't mind that everyone saw us talking—I needed her to work with me on the two plans.

"Hey, Jack, what's going on?" she asked, touching my arm.

"Not much," I responded. "But I have a couple of ideas I wanted to run past you."

She gave me her "sex look", which as usual flustered me a little, but I recovered and said, "No, not about that, at least not about us, I guess." She looked at me and waited. "O.K., so first, I was thinking—your mom and my dad should meet—maybe they would like each other, I mean, they are both single and kind of lonely."

Dana thought about it for a second. "Actually, that seems like a good idea. Let me ask Ariel what she thinks and if she likes the idea we can try to make it work."

"You know, I should discuss it with Sarah, too."

"O.K., what's the other idea?" she asked.

"This is sort of a reciprocation thing," I started, keeping my voice low. "My friend Fred, you know, until last week, we could commiserate about being 18 year old virgins. But now I'm not, and I know he is jealous."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked skeptically, "fuck him?"

"No, no, no," I responded. I really hated that idea. I continued, "But what about Emily? Do you think that she would agree to sort of continue the 'pay it forward' thing?" I asked.

Dana chuckled. "So Ariel was your first, then I asked you to be Emily's, then we ask Emily to be Fred's?" I like it. I'll ask her later. Based on how much she enjoyed her first time with you, I'm guessing she would be up for it."

"Great," I responded—"let's talk later."

"O.K., she said. "And same time tonight for tutoring?" she asked, giving me that look again. "Just me, this time, by the way."

"Sure," I stammered.

She turned, and I watched her awesome ass as it glided down the hall.

At lunch, I nearly begged Gina to join Fred and me at our table, and she finally did, but she was still distant. I talked up Dana's party, as a chance for us to finally go to the kind of party we had never been invited to. Fred was totally up for it, but Gina just said, "Why would I want to hang out with those morons?"

"Because we could have a few beers and have some fun. Maybe not be so judgmental all the time," I responded.

"You're just saying that because you are fucking Dana," she snapped.

"If that were true, then I would just go—why would I care so much if my friends came? I want us all to enjoy the end of high school. We got into our colleges. We have our class ranks. We did the work and paid the price. Now, we can relax and go a little crazy."

Gina thought about it. "O.K. You make a good point. I'll go to your party and see if is worth the trouble."

At the end of the day, I was walking to my car, and heard Dana calling my name. I turned, and she was with Emily. I walked back to them and Emily said, "Dana told me your idea, and, you know, I'm in."

"That's great, you can't imagine how happy he will be."

Emily smiled at me. "Actually, I can," she responded, and it was my turn to smile.

"Three things, though," I said. "Please don't let him know that we had sex, or that we planned this. And try to make it look natural."

She responded, "Makes sense to me."

"See you later," I said to them and went to my car.

I did a little studying, then took a swim. After showering and dressing, I came downstairs, and Sarah was watching TV, with her laptop on her lap. I told her my idea about Dad and Mrs. Angelo, and she told me that she would talk to Dad and try to get him to call her. I told her that Dana was going to discuss it with Ariel, and that I'd let her know what they thought.

I went off to Dana's house, and she told me that Ariel thought my idea was a good one, so I texted Sarah and encouraged her to talk to Dad. Then, we got right to studying. Dana really had come a long way. Which was good, because the final was on Tuesday. She never would be a physics expert, but from virtually zero, she was regularly getting about three quarters of the questions right, which would be more than good enough to pass and keep her scholarship.

We worked hard for a couple of hours before reaching the point of diminishing returns, so we stopped.

"It's Friday, you know," she said.

"Meaning?" I asked.

"Meaning that most normal people don't study late on Friday."

"Are you going out?" I asked.

"No, not tonight," she responded. "How about we do something?"

Really? I thought, and tried to be cool, so I asked, "O.K., so what do you want to do?"

"Let's have a beer and chill," she suggested.

Although I was anxious to get to the fooling around part, I agreed, and we popped a couple of bottles and drank, sitting next to each other on the couch, watching TV.

I noticed that despite the fact that she was wearing loose clothing, her breasts were moving freely, as if she was braless. I was so turned on just by sitting next to her that I wanted to grab her and kiss her. But if she had wanted to, she could have taken me upstairs, like the last times. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I sat there, trying to gauge her intentions.

She turned to me and said, "Thanks so much for everything. I really feel like I'm going to pass this thing. And I actually am starting to enjoy it."

"No problem," I said smiling, "I've enjoyed this, too." There was an awkward silence. I decided to take the bull by the horns, despite the risk. "What are we? I enjoy spending time with you. You must know I am unbelievably attracted to you, and the sex is amazing," I blurted out. I couldn't believe I said it.

Dana looked at me tenderly. "You deserve better than me," she said, softly.

"Are you kidding?" I responded. "You are perfect."

She shook her head. I took a swig of beer.

"Look," she said, "you are so smart, so interesting, and you deserve a girl who can keep up with your mind, and give you the physical things you want, too. I can't do all of that that and you know it."

Although I could see her point, I refused to agree.

"No, that's not true at all," I exclaimed.

She smiled at me, took a drink, and said, "Someday, and it could be soon, or not, you are going to find that girl. And maybe I will find a guy who is the one for me, but, I have to admit that I enjoy your company, and, yes, the sex is amazing."

I smiled at the thought that Dana said that about me, although I still wasn't sure where this was going.

"So?" I asked.

She took another swig of beer and said, "So, here's my thinking—we can still hang out, be friends and, yeah, screw as much as we want, but it isn't an exclusive thing. And if either of us needs to end it to be with someone else, it ends, with no hard feelings. What do you think?"

What did I think? I thought it was a pretty sweet deal.

"That works for me," I said. "Kind of a friend with benefits deal, right?"

"Exactly," she said. "And how about we explore some of those benefits now?"

She kissed me and I could taste the beer on her lips. We made out on the couch for a while, and I could feel my cock rising. Dana bent down and kissed it through my shorts, then took my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom.

She quickly removed her t-shirt, shorts and panties, as I also got undressed. I got the same rush that I always did when I saw Dana naked. She was really perfect. All of her curves were in the right place, and were exactly in the right proportions. Her breasts were firm and hung alluringly, with upward pointing nipples. Her belly was flat, with some muscular definition, and her hips were round, her ass was tight and round and her legs were well proportioned. And her neatly trimmed pubic hair completed the picture beautifully.

We got into bed and kissed. It was very comfortable. The nervousness I felt the first few times was gone—and our talk cleared the air. Bottom line—she liked me, I liked her, and we liked fucking each other. There was no subtext. I could just enjoy the moment with her. We were lying on our sides, pressing against each other and kissing and rubbing. My hard cock pressed against her abdomen and I stroked her smooth back and ass.

We lay there, exploring each other with our hands and mouths and I enjoyed the intimacy, not to mention the way she felt in my arms. After a while, Dana lifted her right leg, and reached down to slide my rigid member into her well lubricated hole. I pressed forward so that my full length was inside her. We squeezed together tightly, her right leg over my thigh, clutching my lower body and her tits pressed against me, nipples hard. We didn't move for some time, then, I slowly began to withdraw my cock and then press it forward. We rocked together in this position. There was minimal pumping, the pleasure came from the pressure of our lower bodies against each other.

Without withdrawing, I rolled Dana over on her back, and she bent her knees and pressed her ass up off the bed as I moved onto my knees. She arched her back and kept her hips aloft as I began to ram my hard cock into her exposed pussy. I appreciated her cheerleader's strength and agility as she maintained this awkward position that allowed me to pound her deeply. I started to rub her clit as I fucked her, and her body began to quiver.

She lowered her ass to the bed and began to writhe under me, meeting my thrusts and gasping for breath. We went on, faster and faster until I could hold out no longer. She yelled and I could feel her vaginal muscles tighten around my cock, as we both came together. I fell on top of her beautiful chest; my head nestled in the crook of her neck, and I drank in her smell. I then rolled off, and held Dana in my arms until she looked at the clock and realized that her mother would be home soon. We cleaned up and dressed, and went back downstairs.

She offered me another beer, and we turned on a movie and sat on the couch, drinking in silence, Dana leaning her head against my arm.

Mrs. Angelo came in a few minutes later, smiling. She came into the living area and said, "Funny that you are here, Jack, I just got off the phone with your father."

"Really?" I replied, "Why?"

"He called me up out of the blue and asked me out to dinner tomorrow night."

"That's great," I responded. "He's a good guy."

"Did you guys have anything to do with this?" she asked, although she probably knew the answer.

Dana answered, "Yeah. Jack and I have been spending time together lately, and we thought that the two of you would get along. Ariel and Sarah agreed, so here we are."

Mrs. Angelo smiled and said, "I guess a kick in the butt from your kids isn't a terrible thing. I said yes, by the way—so I won't be here for your party tomorrow. I hope you don't mind."

Dana responded, "You have fun, and don't worry about us, we will be fine."

"I'll ask Ariel to stick around in case you need anything," Mrs. Angelo responded and went to her room.

Dana reached out her beer and clinked it against mine. "Wouldn't it be funny," she started, if my mother and your father...." She trailed away before saying something that neither of us was really ready to visualize. Dana cuddled into me while we watched the movie but sat up when the door opened. Ariel came in. She was dressed up and looked hot, and was a little drunk.

"Good to see you two getting along," she said, a bit loudly.

Dana responded, "So, where have you been?"

"Out at the bars. They are filled with douchebags who think that buying one drink for a girl is a ticket into her pants. A couple of my friends found guys they liked, at least for the night, but I'm not going to take that crap anymore. Any guy who wants me is going to have to treat me right. Like you, Jack." Without waiting for a response, she turned, wobbling in her heels, and made her way unsteadily up the stairs.

It was peaceful again, and we sat quietly, watching the movie until it ended. I got up to leave and said, "See you tomorrow."

She looked at me and said, "Just so you know, if I pass this test on Tuesday, I am really going to show you my appreciation. You won't know what hit you."

She kissed me good night and I left for home, my mind spinning as I pondered the possibilities.

SATURDAY

Saturday was a warm, sunny day. I slept late, then woke up, took a swim and had breakfast. Dad got up, had breakfast and went out to get his hair cut, presumably for his date with Mrs. Angelo. About noon, Sarah got out of bed and came downstairs.  

"How did you get him to call Mrs. Angelo?" I asked.

"I can be pretty convincing," she said. "Seriously, I told him that it was crazy that he hadn't been out with a woman since mom died, that Mrs. Angelo was nice and really pretty, and that he would be an idiot if he didn't ask her out."

I looked at her as she continued.

"He argued with me for a bit, but I told him it was your idea, and he remarked that you seemed so much happier since you had what he called 'female companionship', so he finally agreed. I told him to do it right away, before he got cold feet, so he did. And she said yes. Now, he seems excited and a little goofy."

Dad came home, looking well trimmed, then spent about a half hour with Sarah picking out clothes to wear. Then, he told us that he had to run to the office for a couple of hours, but would be home well in time for the date. Sarah scolded him and threatened to kill him if he was late, and he left with a bounce in his step.

Sarah then told me that she was meeting Beth and Cara at the mall, and then they were going to grab dinner and go out. She wished me luck at the party, and told me that she had made an appointment for me to get a haircut at 4, not at my usual barber, but at her salon, threatened to tell Dana a bunch of embarrassing stories about me if I missed it, and reminded me, surprisingly, not to drink and drive.

I was home alone, and decided to do a little homework and go on line. I was surprised when the doorbell rang. And even more surprised when I saw Ariel, wearing a long t-shirt and sandals. I told her that Sarah had gone to the mall with Beth and Cara, but she told me she knew that, and she was here to see me. Confused, I asked why, and she replied, "Remember what I said about douchebag guys last night? I realized that you were not a douchebag, and that you could satisfy my, you know, needs."

I was, as I had been so often the last week or so, dumbfounded by the fact that beautiful women were asking me to have sex with them.

She continued, "I realized that I was going to be stuck alone tonight at Dana's party, where everyone except me would be hooking up. Including probably you and Dana. Cara told me that you were not adverse to a 'booty call', and I figured I'd come here, since I knew that Sarah was out, and your father is never home anyway."

I continued to say nothing. She pulled off the t-shirt and was wearing a very skimpy bikini that showed off her broad shoulders and firm tits attractively, not to mention her strong legs. I felt myself stiffening at the sight of her beautiful body.

"Oh, and if you care, I told Dana what I was doing, and she told me to go for it—she told me about your talk the other day, and I would never go after another girl's guy, especially my sister's." She stepped closer to me, pulled me toward her and kissed me, her breasts pressing against my chest.

"Let's go swimming," she said. "It's hot."

We went to the pool and she jumped in and started swimming laps. I took off my shirt, jumped in and did a lap. When I finished and came to the surface, Ariel was standing there, topless, her pale, beautiful breasts glistening in the sunlight. I swam over to her under water and surfaced so that my face came up between her tits, and I began to suck them, not caring that they tasted of chlorine. She reached down and removed her bottom, so that she was fully nude.

I could see her tan lines, landing strip and her sweet ass under the water. I removed my swimsuit, and my cock was hard, despite the cool water. We held each other close, the warmth of our bodies counteracting the chill of the water. Ariel's nipples were rock hard against my chest, and I pressed my cock between her legs. I reached down and began to finger her softly, and heard her moan with pleasure. She spread her legs and allowed them to float up, and I was able to maneuver my cock into her warm hole.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me all the way in. I pushed gently off of the bottom of the pool so that were floating, locked together. We floated toward the shallower end of the pool, and I put my feet down. Ariel held the back of my neck and kept her legs wrapped around me while I held her back. I walked us toward the pool wall and leaned back against it, still feeling some pain as the rough pool wall scraped against my scars. She let her legs down until they hit the pool floor, and began using her leverage to thrust her hips against me, while I braced against the side of the pool.

Ariel wrapped her legs around me again, let go of my neck and lay back on the water. I gaped at her flawless body lying in front of me, then grabbed her hips and floated her back and forth over my rod, as she flexed her legs in time. We speeded up gradually, until Ariel lurched up and I felt her internal muscles tighten around my cock, which set me off, and I came hard inside her. She unwrapped her legs from around me, then went under water and stuck my softening cock in her warm mouth and began to suck until I was hard again. She surfaced and led me to the stairs in the shallow end of the pool.

"Sit down," she directed.

I sat on the lowest step, so that the water was up to my lower chest. Ariel sat down, straddling me and facing away from me, and used her hand to put my partially hardened cock inside her. I braced myself with my hands against the rough steps behind me and she began to raise her hips up and down, pressing her back against my chest and splashing as she moved. The alternating coolness of the water and the warmth of her pussy drove me crazy, and I leaned back against the scratchy concrete stairs and Ariel pushed back against me, still driving her ass and hips against my cock.

I put my left hand on her right breast, and the coldness of the water caused the nipple to become hard, and I played with it, making her moan. I took my right hand and began rubbing her clit. She began to buck uncontrollably on my lap, until I came inside her again, and then she yelled out, and sat up violently. She dove under the water as my cum streamed out of her and off of my cock. I guessed that I would need to clean the pool at some point.

Ariel turned back under water, and I watched her powerful back and beautiful ass as it came toward me. She stood up in the shallow water, with water streaming off of her hair, her tits and her pussy. It was magnificent, and I told her so. She smiled and started to walk out of the pool, leaning down to kiss my head as she did. I grabbed playfully at her tits, but she squirmed away and exited the pool.

Luckily, we had some towels out there, and Ariel started to dry off. I came out of the pool, and she began to dry me off, and I grabbed a towel and started on her. We put on our now dry swimsuits and returned to the empty house. Ariel grabbed her things, gave me a kiss, said that she needed to get home to change for work before the party and left the house.




The Lake House Lessons 06



It was 3:30, so I dried off and dressed to get my haircut. When I got to the salon, I was sent to Ramon, who had been given strict instructions by Sarah what to do to my hair. He complied, and I had to admit, it looked good. I returned home and decided to take a quick nap before the party, so I went upstairs. I had received a text from Fred, and gave him a call.

"You won't believe what just happened," I said.

"Lately, I'd believe anything," he said.

I told him about Ariel's visit, and he pointed out that I now had a reasonable chance to fuck two sisters in one day, which seemed pretty cool. I suggested to Fred that we should go to the party together, so we could talk, and he agreed to pick me up at about 9:15. I asked him about Gina, and he said she wanted to go alone, in case she got bored and wanted to leave early. I then got into bed and fell asleep, thinking about how Fred had no idea that he was about to find a "sure thing."

I woke up at about 6 and showered. When I came downstairs, Dad was shaved and dressed for his date and was acting nervous. Sarah was trying to talk him down, but he was pacing nervously.

"When are you leaving?" I asked.

"I'm picking her up at 7, and we are going to The Grill."

"Good choice," I said, "good food, fancy but not too fancy, and intimate."

"Sarah's idea," he admitted. "What about you," he asked.

"Fred is picking me up at 9:15 or so."

I made myself a sandwich and moved to the TV. At 6:45, Dad left, after Sarah made sure he looked perfect, and we wished him luck.

"Oh my god," Sarah said, "he may be worse with women than you ever were."

"Then how did he get Mom to marry him?" I asked.

"Who knows?" she responded. "How are you now getting laid constantly by some of the hottest girls in town?" she joked. "And it can only get better now that you have a real haircut.

"All good things are a result of your compassion," I responded, playfully, "and my hidden charms," I added, looking down at my shorts.

Sarah punched me good-humoredly on the arm before I put my dishes away and got dressed.

At 9:15 on the dot, Fred texted me that he was outside, so I got into his car. I was wearing a blue plaid button down shirt and khakis, an outfit that passed Sarah's inspection; Fred was in jeans and a polo. As we drove to Dana's house, I said, "Let's try not to stand in the corner and rip on everyone. Let's try to be friendly and talk to people." Fred agreed to try. "And talk to girls," I said. "One thing I learned the last few days is that girls are just people and we shouldn't be afraid of them."

"That's easy for you to say," he responded, "you have the magic touch these days."

"I know," I said, "but you can try. The worst thing they say is that they aren't interested."

"O.K.," Fred agreed.

I continued, "Next thing I learned is that girls want to be listened to and respected, but want a guy to be confident. That is hard to figure out, but try it."

"Got it," he responded. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a couple of condoms, handing them to Fred. "And you should always be ready, just in case."

He looked at me skeptically, but pocketed the rubbers anyway.

The party was in full swing when we arrived, and we parked a way down the street. Loud music was blasting from the open windows, and the small house and yard were full of kids, most holding red plastic cups or bottles of beer. We weaved our way through the crowd into the house.

"Let's get a beer and get the lay of the land," I said, looking around for Dana and Gina.

I saw many of my classmates, a few younger kids and some people who had graduated already, and a bunch of strangers. I guess the word had gotten out about the party. We found a couple of surprisingly good beers, and toasted the party. Fred and I started to walk around, grabbing some chips and pretzels as we wandered. There were a number of very hot girls at this party, some of whom I didn't recognize, and many of them greeted me. Clearly, the fact that Dana slept with me made me significantly more interesting than I had previously been. I said "hey" back and continued to look for Dana and Gina. I really missed spending time with Gina, and really wanted her to come to the party and have fun.

Finally, in the back yard, I saw Dana. She was standing in a group of people, boys and girls, including Emily and her friend Lisa, who was probably the second hottest girl at North, or at least was in the running. I walked over to Dana, with Fred in tow, and stood so that Fred was standing next to Emily, who looked at me briefly, smiled, and then looked away.

Even in the half light of the backyard, I could see that Dana looked wonderful. She was wearing a little makeup, and it brought out her cheek bones and eyes. Her tight, short black dress left little to the imagination, and thinking about the fact that I didn't have to imagine what was under there sent a warm felling to my groin. Her legs looked amazing, and it took all of my willpower not to jump her right there.

She was totally in her element, talking with everybody and flirting like an expert, so I just stood there until she noticed me.

"Hey, Jack," she said, "Glad you could make it." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, whispering, "Play it cool, enjoy yourself, the night is young," with her hot, beer scented breath, "and I like the haircut."

I turned and saw Emily talking to Fred, their heads close, and Emily occasionally touching Fred's arm. I wondered if it came naturally to her, or if Dana had given her lessons. Either way, it didn't matter because Fred looked like he was in love already. Emily deftly guided Fred away from the group and they sat down next to each other on a bench. I saw Dana whisper something to Lisa, who nodded and walked toward the house. I was pretty sure that Dana didn't see me checking her out as she left, because if she did, I might pay for it later.

I decided to go inside and get some more food. I also decided to drink early in the night, but then slow down, in case I needed to drive Fred home. I got another beer, crappy this time, and some chips. I saw Ariel, in a baggy t-shirt and pajama pants, her hair in a loose pony tail, come down the stairs, grab a bottle of tequila, a knife and a lime. She gave me a big smile, and went back upstairs to her room.

There was a bunch of jocks watching a baseball game on the TV and I went over and stood with them, drinking and watching. Bart, a football player, looked at me and said, clearly drunk—"you're Jack, right."

"Yeah," I said in a friendly way, "You're Bart, we were in social studies class together in 8th grade."

"Right," he said, "Mr. Johnson. What a douche."

I didn't agree, but nodded. What was the point?

Then he said, "Dude, you're banging Dana, right?"

"I guess," I said, trying not to make a big deal of it.

I wasn't sure what the reaction would be, but he raised his huge meaty hand for a high five and said, "Good for you, man, she is a sweet piece of ass."

I smiled and nodded.

"Is she amazing in the sack?" he continued, as the rest of the group listened intently.

"What do you think?" I responded, laughing, without actually answering his question, and that led to a round of drinking, toasting and high-fives. We watched the game and talked about the strategy, the hotness of the other girls at the party, and which of them would do what sex act with whom. What I always expected guys to talk about at a party like this.

I kept looking for Gina, and finally, she arrived. She had done something with her hair, put on some makeup and, it appeared, got some new clothes that showed off what turned out to be a pretty good body. It was like every stupid teen movie ever, where the shy, plain girl takes off her glasses, or changes her hair style, and immediately is gorgeous. I rushed over to her and said, "Hey, you look great."

She smiled, and said, "If you are going to enemy territory, you should try to fit in, I guess."

"Well, it works for you," I said, "but you will enjoy yourself more if you don't think of it as enemy territory. In fact, maybe you should turn off that awesome brain of yours for a while and stop thinking so damn much."

She punched me in the arm.

"Want a beer?" I asked.

"Sure."

So we went to the kitchen and got a beer.

"Where's Fred," she asked.

"Last I saw him he was in the back yard with Emily."

"Emily?" she asked. "Dana's friend?"

"Yes," I responded.

"Interesting," she said, taking a drink. "And where is the lovely and talented Dana?" she asked sarcastically.

"She is in the backyard, too, and I don't understand why you hate her so much."

"I guess you really don't," she responded. "O.K., so I'm at this big, cool high school party, now what?" she asked.

I said, "I guess you drink, eat, and talk to people. Why don't we go outside?"

She followed me to the back yard. It was pretty crowded, and I could see Dana talking to a smaller group, mostly guys, and I tried not to allow myself to be jealous. She wasn't my girlfriend, and I wasn't her boyfriend. I looked at Gina, and motioned with my beer to the bench, where Fred was still sitting with Emily. They were sitting close and I thought I noticed them touching a lot while they spoke and laughed. That made me feel great. Gina looked amused.

"Did Fred enroll in your School for Studs?"

"All I told him was to be nice and to be open to opportunities, and not just sit in the corner ripping on people. Advice I'd kind of give to you."

"Very funny," she responded and looked around, drinking her beer.

"I need to use the bathroom," I said, so I headed back to the house.

Gina followed me in. I decided to use the upstairs bathroom, hoping it would be less crowded. There were couples hooking up all around the upstairs and into the bedrooms. I didn't see Dana, but that didn't mean she wasn't there with some random guy.

When I finished, I knocked on Ariel's door. She came to the door, opened it a crack and let me in. I could tell she was pretty drunk.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Great. Worked this afternoon, then home on Saturday night at my little sister's high school party. Thank god I was able to have some fun today—but you know that already, don't you?"

I appreciated her easy and open attitude toward sex. For her, it was fun, and as long as she was treated well, there were no games. I smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Gotta go. See you later," I said, leaving the room and shutting the door.

When I came downstairs, I was shocked to see Gina, with a fresh bottle of beer in her hand, talking with a tall, skinny guy who I vaguely remembered from junior year calculus. They were chattering away and laughing, so I quietly walked past them and got another beer. I went into the front yard, and saw a group of junior girls talking. They all looked pretty hot, and I decided to go over and try to talk to them.

Remarkably, they seemed nervous talking to me, and we talked about school, and TV and where I was going to college and where they wanted to go. It was going well, and I actually had started to focus on one of the girls, a dark haired Asian named Natalie, who seemed interested in me. She was smart, played the cello and wanted to go to a small liberal arts college in the northeast. And she was very pretty. I didn't ignore the other girls, but was apparently doing well with Natalie, when I noticed Fred standing a few feet from me, holding Emily's hand. He called me over and told me that they were going to leave the party.

"That's great for you," I said, sincerely, "but how am I going to get home?"

I hadn't thought of this obvious issue when I agreed to let him drive. But I understood why Fred wasn't really worried about my issues because he was leaving the party with a hot girl who seemed to be willing to have sex with him.

"I'm sure you can figure it out," he said, grabbing Emily's hand and leading her toward his car.

"Is that your ride?" Natalie asked.

"Yeah, but I guess I come in second to young love," I laughed.

She said, "Well, if you need a ride later, look for me and I'll give you one."

I thanked her and realized my beer was empty. "I'm going to get another," I said, "anyone else want to join me?" Natalie followed me into the house and we got beers and started drinking and talking, Natalie leaning against the wall, displaying a nice set of legs and a slim body with small tits. I felt a tap on my shoulder at the same time as I sensed Dana's distinctive scent.

"Can I borrow you for a second?" she asked, "you don't mind, do you, Nat?" she asked.

"Of course not," Natalie responded, but I sensed a little edge to her voice.

Dana led me away to a quiet area. "Natalie Kim," she said, appreciatively, "She'd be a good choice for you." I kind of half nodded. "Smart and pretty."

She then leaned up and kissed me hard on the lips and quickly gave my cock a tug. "I know what we said the other day, and it is obviously up to you, but if you play your cards right, there will be a lot more where that came from. If you are interested, don't leave the party early."

I told her that, actually, Fred had left with Emily (which made us both smile) and I didn't have a ride home yet, although Natalie had offered me one.

She gave me that "look" and said, "You can go with her, if you want, or stick around and I'll take care of your ride."

Natalie seemed great, but I had to decide whether to keep hitting on her, with no guarantee that it would lead anywhere, when I had an amazing sure thing waiting for me. But I wanted to keep my options with Natalie open, so I found her, still standing where I left her, drinking her beer and looking a little annoyed.

"Sorry," I said, "our hostess needed some help."

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said sharply, but she didn't just walk away. "Look, I've heard the talk around school about you and Dana. Are you together, because I wouldn't try to get in between you."

"No," I responded, "we're just friends. Good friends."

I kept talking to Natalie and her anger seemed to dissipate some. "I'm not going to have to take you up on your generous offer of a ride tonight, but could I get your cell number—maybe we could get together another time?

She pulled out her cell and I took out mine. I keyed in the number she gave me and pressed send. Her phone rang, so I hung up and we each saved the contact. Natalie walked away, back to her group of friends.

I turned and saw Gina, drinking yet another beer, talking to one of the jocks I had been watching baseball with, Hank. They were really talking in an animated way, and Gina was resting a hand on his arm. I walked over and said "hey" to Hank and then said to Gina, "Fred left with Emily."

"Good for him," she responded, her speech a little slurred, and turned back to Hank.

I got the hint and went for another beer. I went back to the TV and there was some show on. I sat down with a bunch of other people, watched and made small talk. When I turned around, I could see that Gina was making out with Hank. Good for her, I thought, and settled in on the couch. I wasn't going anywhere.

The crew on the couch changed occasionally, and I found myself talking to people I hadn't spoken with in years, and some kids from South, none of whom knew Fiona. Someone brought me a beer, and even a shot, as if I was entitled to such service because of my connection to Dana, and I felt pretty good about things. I didn't see Gina or Hank and I hoped they were somewhere hooking up.

I looked at my watch and it was just after 1 a.m. The party was slowing down, and I could see Dana, and a wobbly Ariel, beginning to clean up, looking like they had gone through that drill before. I figured that since I was sticking around, I should help, so I began to gather red cups, bottles and other trash. Dana and Ariel both smiled at me, and I noticed a few others helping. Meanwhile, the drunk and sleepy were being roused and the couples were being untangled. Eventually, it was down to just me, Ariel and Dana, and the house was presentable, if not clean.

"We'll have to do the outside tomorrow, I guess," Dana said.

"Have you seen Mom?" asked Ariel.

"No," responded Dana, who checked her phone.

"No text either."

They ran upstairs to see if Mrs. Angelo had slipped in unnoticed, but came back and told me her room was empty. We stopped and briefly thought what that might mean, but really didn't want to dwell on it.

Ariel decided to go to sleep and Dana and I were alone in the kitchen. Dana said. "I see you made your choice," she said. "I'm glad—Natalie is really cute."

"Not like you," I said, and she smiled appreciatively.

"You're not half bad yourself," she said, "Maybe you can have her another night, but tonight you are mine."

"What about my ride home?" I asked.

"No ride home. Stay here with me; I think it will be O.K."

I really liked that idea, so I texted my father, "staying here—Fred left without me and I will stay on the couch." So, I lied.

Dana led me up to her room and closed the door, when Dad responded. "OK c u in am."

He never used abbreviations in texts. Again, I didn't want to think about the fact that he and Mrs. Angelo might have been—At that point, Dana took the phone out of my hand and turned me around to face her. While I was focusing on my phone, she had stripped down to only very small, very sexy underwear. I was still overcome by her intense beauty, and I drank it in with my eyes.

I ripped off my clothing and she said, "I am glad you stayed for me, you deserve a reward."

She pushed me down so that I was sitting on the end of the bed, slowly removed her bra and panties, then got on her knees between my legs and lowered her mouth onto my pulsing cock. She grabbed my cock at its root and began sucking it deeply into her hot mouth. She twisted her hands on the shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth, using her tongue to ratchet up the pressure.

Her hair flew around and she had a half crazed look on her face as she blew me. As her head bobbed out, I could see her beautiful tits bouncing. I tried to hold on as long as possible, but she was too good, and I told her I was about to cum. She cupped my balls and gave a gentle squeeze as I blasted my load into her mouth, causing her to choke slightly before swallowing. She smiled and licked her lips.

We crawled onto the bed, and I attacked her tits with my mouth and hands. I rubbed them and sucked on them until her nipples were erect. She moaned every time I put one in my mouth. I painted increasingly large circles on each mound with my tongue, then reversed my rotation, ending back on the nipple.

Dana was writhing under my attentions, and I noticed that she was rubbing her own pussy. I reached down and took over the job, while continuing to work over her marvelous tits. When she spread her legs wider, I stuck two fingers into her dripping hole and she began to raise her hips off the bed. I removed my hand, pivoted on top of her and rammed my cock deep inside her.

She came almost immediately, shaking and yelling, as I continued to pound away like a man possessed. I lifted my torso up so I could see her face, eyes closed, moaning with pleasure, and her tits jiggling under me. It was more than I could take and I spewed my cum inside her and collapsed on top of her, my nose nestled in her delicious neck.



The Lake House Lessons 07



SUNDAY

I must have fallen asleep on top of Dana, because the next thing I remember, I woke up, in the dark, in her bed. I could feel Dana next to me, as we had, somehow, gotten into the spoon position during the night. I could smell her hair, mixed with the scent of sweat and sex. Her smooth back nestled against my chest and my limp cock was pressing against her ass. I looked at the clock, surprised to see that it was 5:30 in the morning. 

I was surprisingly alert, considering Saturday's activities and my drinking. I began to replay the day in my mind, from Ariel's surprise visit and the pool sex, Dad's date with Mrs. Angelo, the party, Fred and Emily, maybe Gina and Hank, my interrupted flirtation with Natalie, and staying over at Dana's. 

Thinking about all of that, and realizing that I was in bed, naked and spooning with Dana, I felt myself getting hard, and the tip of my cock poked between Dana's butt cheeks a little. Whether because she felt that, or not, she pressed against me tighter, so that I was even further in, her warm, soft skin enveloping my cock. Dana's breathing was slow and even, so I assumed she was asleep. I held her tight against me, and gently thrust my cock further between her legs.

Without turning, Dana whispered to me in a sleepy voice, "Are you waking me up at this ridiculous hour to fuck again?" 

I thought I was busted, and stammered, "um, kind of, not really, uh, I guess." 

She chucked softly and said, "Great idea," and she pressed her ass hard against me. I reached over with my free hand and started stroking her breasts and withdrew my cock slowly from between her thighs. 

She lifted her leg and slid my cock into her surprisingly well lubricated pussy from behind. Unlike our active fucking the night before, this was slow and gentle. We stayed like this, moving in rhythm while I toyed with her nipples until I came. I realized that she hadn't, and reached down to try to get her off with my hands, but she pushed my hand away, saying, "it's O.K. I don't have to cum every time. I know that you aren't taking me for granted. That felt nice, and I'm glad you got off."

We cuddled and dozed for a while, until about 7, when Dana got up to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she told me that her mother's room was empty and her car was not in the driveway. I mentally high-fived my father, and then realized how weird that was. We got up and I took a quick shower and got dressed. I was feeling pretty confident with Dana at that point, so I decided to ask her something that was bothering me. 

"Can I ask you something, and don't get mad." 

"Sure," she responded. 

"Um, yesterday, we had that talk about not being a couple and all," I started. 

She looked at me and smiled, "and you want to know why I interfered with your attempt to get into Natalie's pants at the party?" 

"Well, yeah, I mean, I wasn't even sure about her." 

"No, I could see you liked her, and I really hope you pursue her." 

"I don't understand," I replied, confused. 

"I meant what I said yesterday. We aren't a couple, and both of us are free to see whoever we want. But here's a dirty secret about me—I am competitive. I have always used my looks to get what I want. I admit that. And when you aren't with me, you should do what, and who, you want. But in my house, when you have a choice between me and someone else, I always want you to pick me. You passed that test, and, I think, made out better than you would have if you had kept after Natalie." 

I listened and thought I understood. I said, "So, what you are saying, is you are O.K. with me seeing other people, as long as I pick you when given the choice?" 

"Exactly. I'm not proud of that, but that's the way I see it." 

"I think I understand. I can live with that now," I said. 

So, the bottom line was, nothing was different. Dana had, as she always had, the power to let me continue to fuck her, if she wanted, and I could do anything I wanted with anyone else, but if she wanted to have sex with me, and I chose someone else over her, I was finished. That actually seemed fair to me under the circumstances. We kissed and I stood up to leave.

As I was getting ready to leave the house, Mrs. Angelo came through the door, wearing no makeup, with wet hair held in a ponytail and wearing a t-shirt I recognized as my father's and sweatpants with his college logo on it. She looked a bit embarrassed seeing me leaving her house, but under the circumstances, she didn't say anything but "hi" and "goodbye" as I said the same. I drove home considering the awkwardness of that last exchange. It probably would have been even more awkward if Mr. Angelo had known that I actually had sex with both of her daughters the day before. I chuckled to myself, thinking of that, and cranked up the radio.

When I got home, Dad was sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down with him. 

He broke the somewhat uncomfortable silence by saying, "I take it that the party went well?" 

"Yeah," I responded. 

"You look tired," he said. "Uncomfortable couch?" he asked, with a little friendly sarcasm in his voice. 

"Something like that," I responded, smiling broadly. "I saw Mrs. Angelo coming into the house when I was leaving," I countered. 

Dad smiled back at me and looked a little embarrassed himself. 

"I guess that meant your date went well," I said, jocularly. 

"I guess it did," he said, grinned and took a swig of coffee. "There seems to be something irresistible about the women in that family," he mused. 

"Maybe it is us who are irresistible to them," I responded. 

Dad laughed, then turned quiet again. 

"You know, Mom would want you to be happy," I said. 

"I think you're right," he said, softly. 

I got up from the table and went to my room. I had a bunch of stuff to get done. I needed to study for my final on Monday. I needed to check in with Fred and Gina and post-mortem the party. I needed to text Natalie, and keep the lines of communication open, and I needed to talk to Dana, just because. But first, I needed to sleep, so I got into my bed and passed out.

My phone awakened me a couple of hours later. It was Fred, texting me—"meet me and Gina at the coffee shop." 

I responded, "O.K.—how'd it go with Emily?" 

"Score!" he responded. 

"Sweet!!" I replied. "See you in a few". 

I got up and got dressed. When I came downstairs, Sarah was watching TV. 

"How was the party?" she asked. 

"Great," I said. "I was actually flirting with this girl, Natalie, and was doing pretty well, I thought, but then Dana sort of lured me away."  

Sarah looked at me and said, "Good for you. I hope you didn't burn your bridges with Natalie, though." 

"I hope not," I said, "I kind of liked her, but couldn't turn Dana down." 

"I understand—girls like Dana are hard to resist. By the way," she asked, "did Gina go to the party?" 

"Yeah," I responded. "She looked great, actually. Why do you ask?" 

Sarah looked a little embarrassed. "I probably shouldn't have said anything, but she called me for some advice—I helped her with her hair, makeup and clothing. Please don't say anything." 

I responded, "Well, whatever you did, worked. She was cute. And she was making out with some guy when I last saw her." 

Sarah responded, "I hope it worked out for her."

I left the house, drove into town and parked near the coffee shop. When I got there Fred was sitting at a table alone, drinking a coffee. I ordered a latte and sat down. 

"Where's Gina?" 

"She's coming."  

"O.K.," I said, quick then—details." 

He grinned, and said, "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, or so you told me." 

I laughed. "Yeah, but I gave you some info, didn't I?" 

"True," he responded. "Anyway, it was incredible. We really seemed to click at the party, and the next think I knew, we were making out. She was letting me rub her all over, and she was doing the same to me. I almost came in my pants, but was able to control myself. She suggested we leave the party and go someplace private. My parents were home, so that was out, and my car is really too small, so I suggested the park. You know, where we used to make forts when we were kids?" 

"Great idea," I said, "it's nice and private there." 

"Yeah," he continued. "We got there, and I brought out a blanket that I had in the trunk and laid it down. We kissed, and stuff, and somehow we were both naked. I was freaking out. She went down on me, and I couldn't help myself—I came right away, but she swallowed and kept going like a pro. When I was ready again, she got on her back, I put on the condom and she guided me in. It was amazing. I think I made her cum, and then we just lay there, under the stars, cuddling. I started to finger her, and she got me hard again, I put on the second condom, and she got on top of me and rode me." 

"That's amazing," I said. "Way to go. Do you think you will see her again?" 

"I hope so," he said, smiling.

At that point, Gina came in, looking more like she did at school and less like the hottie from the party. I was glad that she came; I missed hanging with her. Not that I was going to give up screwing Dana, but that didn't mean I didn't miss Gina. 

"I see that you guys are celebrating your conquests," she said. 

I responded, "What about you—you seemed to be going at it pretty good with Hank?" 

"Yeah, she said, "It was cool being hit on, and Hank is not bad looking, so I took your advice and stopped thinking so much and just went with it. I got a little drunk, so I guess that made it easier. I have to admit, the kissing and stuff felt good, and we went someplace private. But he turned out to be a jerk, pushing me to do more than I really wanted with him. So, I left early, and alone." 

I could see a bit of disappointment flicker across Gina's face, but she let it pass. She then turned to Fred—"so, you and Emily?" she asked. 

"Yeah, me and Emily," he admitted. 

"So, I'm the last one standing," she said, a little bitterly. "I guess my standards are high." 

I realized she was dissing the girls I had slept with, including Emily, and got pissed off. "Who do you think you are, anyway, god's gift to men? Either do it or not. I saw you at the party—you looked really beautiful, and you enjoyed that people noticed." 

She looked at the table. 

I continued, "If I've learned one thing for sure in the last few days—sex can be fun. It feels good, and I like doing it. And even though none of the girls that I have slept with is a rocket scientist, that doesn't make them bad people, or even dumb. None of them is. You are doing the same type of stereotyping that we say they are doing about us. So get off your fucking high horse and let us have our fun. We've certainly overdue." 

Gina actually looked like she was going to cry, and I felt a little bad for lashing out at her. But before I could say anything, she was out the door. 

Fred looked at me—"a bit harsh maybe?" 

"Maybe," I said, "but I am tired of her constant judging. I am enjoying myself. I am happy, I am getting more confident with girls and I don't see why she is so angry." 

We finished our coffee in silence, and before I left, I asked Fred, "Have you been in contact with Emily since last night?" 

"Not really," he said—"I sent her a friend request, but nothing else." 

"Call her today, or at least text her and tell her what a good time you had, and that you would like to see her again." 

"Good idea," he responded, as we left the coffee shop.

I got home and texted Natalie, telling her that I had enjoyed hanging with her, and hoped that we could get together again sometime. I also sent her a friend request. She didn't respond, so I started studying. A few minutes later, I got a text from Natalie saying, "maybe." She also accepted my friend request. I realized I needed to do more to try to limit the damage from the party, but figured it could wait until we were face to face somewhere. I studied some more, and then took a break to call Dana. 

"What's going on?" I asked. 

"Studying physics, believe it or not," she responded. 

We discussed a few physics questions that she had. Then I told her about Fred and Emily, which, of course, she already knew, from Emily, I guessed. 

"She actually likes him," she told me. 

"And he likes her," I answered. "Maybe this can be a thing for them." 

"Yeah," she replied, "that would be great." 

She paused, and said, "My mom had a great time with your father." 

I replied, "And he said he had a great time with your mother." 

We paused, and I guess she was having the same strange thoughts about our parents having sex with each other. 

"Yeah, she said, "Let's change the subject." 

"Did you see Gina making out with Hank?" I asked. 

"Yeah, he's a moron, not good enough for her," she responded. 

"That's what Gina said," I responded. "She said she wasn't into it and left early." 

Dana responded, "I never noticed before, but Gina is kind of cute, when she tries." 

"Yeah, I noticed that too," I responded. 

Dana paused, then said, "let me think about who might be good for her, other than you, that is." 

Shocked, I responded, "Me? That makes no sense. She's been my best friend since elementary school, but I've never thought of her that way." 

"Good," Dana said, "But think about it--who else do you know who is smart enough to keep up with her? But I bet I can think of someone—maybe from South, or even a college guy." 

I realized that Dana kept telling me about other girls who were better for me than her, but then did everything in her considerable power to keep me focused on her. This conversation had really turned awkward for me, so we made some more small talk and I said, "I need to study a bit—I've been busy, you know." 

"I do know," she said, laughing. 

"Can we have a last minute study session tomorrow afternoon—my final is Tuesday morning?" 

"Do you think that is a good idea?" I asked, feeling my cock begin to stir. 

"Just studying," she said. "I won't touch you, I promise." 

"O.K.," I responded—"be ready with some things you want to go over. My test ends at noon, so how about I come by at 1?" 

"See you then, and remember, you really want me to pass this test. "Really," she emphasized, dropping her voice into a sexy whisper. 

I felt a tingly feeling in my cock as my mind began to wander. 

"Bye," she said, and ended the call.

I studied for a while longer, had dinner, watched a little TV and went to bed early.

MONDAY

Finals at my school meant that you showed up for your test and then left. If you didn't have a test, you didn't have to go to school. I arrived a little before my test and went into the building. I was pleasantly surprised to see Natalie, talking to some friends. She looked pretty and I said, "hey" and asked to talk to her privately. She walked down the hall with me, and I said, "I'd really like to get to know you better, but tests start soon. I have a thing at 1—could we get a cup of coffee at the coffee shop at, say, 4?" 

She looked at me and seemed to be thinking it over. "O.K.," she said. "See you there at 4".

The test was no problem, and I finished early. Fred and Gina and I discussed the test with a few of our classmates, then went our separate ways. I texted Dana and told her I was done early, and asked if I could come over then. She agreed, so I headed over to her house. She let me in, and I realized that she was serious about this test. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt from State, as if to remind herself what was in the balance. In addition, she was wearing loose fitting pajama pants, and her dark hair was pulled back carelessly into a ponytail. It was as if she was doing everything in her power to hide her hotness so that we could focus on the work. Of course, she failed, because she still looked incredible to me and I wanted to rip her clothing off, but I appreciated her effort. 

However, being Dana, she said, "I look terrible, sorry," requiring me to respond, 

"No, you always look great to me."

She asked me if I had lunch, which I hadn't, so she made me a very bad ham sandwich, and we sat down to work. I was impressed that she had actually prepared questions and based on what I heard when we went over them, I told her, sincerely, that she definitely would pass the test, unless she froze up, so we went over a few sample questions, just to make her comfortable. She was as ready as she would ever be.

I suggested that she go over her notes one more time after I left, then stop studying, maybe watch TV for a bit, and go to bed early. She agreed. 

Then she said, "When are your next tests?" 

I told her I had two on Friday, and I was done. She told me that she had one on Wednesday morning and 2 on Friday, but she was ready for those. 

"So you are free on Wednesday afternoon and Thursday?" 

"Why?" I asked. 

"I'm going to convince Mr. Stone to grade my test right away and tell me if I passed—I need to know." 

"How will you get that guy to work any harder than he needs to?" I asked, knowing Mr. Stone to be a pretty lazy teacher (which also might have explained why Dana got so lost in his class). 

She looked at me as if I was an idiot. "You know how persuasive I can be. I'll show up for the test tomorrow wearing a short skirt and a very low cut shirt. I'll explain to him how important it is that I know my grade soon and how hard I've been working to pass, all while leaning over his desk and giving him a view that he will appreciate. Trust me, I won't even have to ask him--he will volunteer to grade the test right away." 

Her confidence in her abilities to manipulate men fascinated and also kind of scared me, especially because I had seen it work on me. 

"So, what does that have to do with my schedule?" I asked. 

"Well, if I pass, as you expect, you get to cash in on my promise." I started to feel warm, as I remembered her promise. "I would want to be with you on Wednesday, and trust me, you will not be in any shape to take a test on Thursday." 

My head began to whirl with lust, but I pulled myself together.

I think Dana liked toying with me this way, and I have to admit it was kind of a turn on to me. She said, "Assuming I pass, I promised you that I would really show you my appreciation, but not only for the physics, but for being a nice guy and a wonderful lover." I felt the blood rush to my face. "I want to focus totally on your pleasure; I won't want you to think about mine. So, just to prolong the agony a little," she said, laughing, "I'm going to give you two choices. Either you tell me what you want—your fantasies—with a couple of rules—it is just you and me, and no pain or humiliation allowed—or, if you trust me, and I hope that you pick this option, you let me choose the agenda." 

I thought about this, briefly. This was a no-lose proposition, unless my fantasies were not crazy enough, or were too crazy. I decided to go with what I knew she wanted me to say, and which I knew would be mind blowing. 

"You pick," I said. "I will place myself totally in your hands." 

She smiled and gave me that look that buckled my knees, confirming to me that I had chosen correctly. 

"Now," I said, "you need to study, and I need to leave." As I left, I realized that Dana had again successfully convinced me to do exactly what she wanted.

It was almost 4, so I went to the coffee shop. Natalie wasn't there, but I saw Fred and Emily sitting at a table, holding hands. I waved hello, then got my latte and sat down at an empty table. At 4:15, Natalie came in. She looked great, in a t-shirt and tight jeans. Very skinny, but with a gorgeous face, great legs and a small round butt. I wondered if her lateness was intentional, to try to get back at me for ditching her at the party, or whether she was just late. 




The Lake House Lessons 07



I stood up to meet her, and said, "What can I get you?" 

Natalie looked at me and said, "Nothing, I'll get my own." 

"O.K." I said and sat back down. 

Trying to keep her independence, I assumed. She got a cup of tea and joined me, sitting across the small table. She took a sip and said, "O.K., I want to put my cards on the table here. I thought we were connecting at the party, and then Dana comes over and you basically abandon me. I was angry, but I liked you and figured I'd at least give you a chance to explain. So, tell me, what's your relationship with Dana? If you are with her, I won't do anything to interfere, because it is wrong, and because somehow, I know that she will make my life miserable." 

Wow, I thought, no beating around the bush here. "That was pretty clear," I said. "O.K., I really like you, too, so I am going to be totally straight with you. No BS, O.K.?" 

"That's what I want to hear," she said, waiting for my explanation. 

"I started tutoring her in physics and one thing led to another and we started sleeping together. And it was great." I think Natalie was a bit surprised at how honest I was being, but I figured, what the hell, best case scenario, she is O.K. with my explanation and we move on, worst case, I blew it. But unlike last week, I seemed to have options.

I continued, "This thing with Dana is very new for both of us, and we have an agreement—we are not a 'couple' and we can see other people. And as much as I enjoyed talking to you at the party, I had agreed with Dana that I would end the night with her." That was a bit of a lie, but plausible. "But I really want to get to know you better," I continued. 

She paused, "so, if we go out, you will stop seeing Dana?" 

Again, I went with honesty. "No, not just because we go out. But if we go out, and it works out, and we decide to be exclusive, then yes, I stop seeing Dana, and anyone else. The same way that I wouldn't ask you to not see other people until we agreed to that." 

Natalie nodded. "I guess that makes sense," she agreed, "but would you really stop seeing Dana, I mean, I'm no Dana." 

"Are you serious?" I asked. "Yes, Dana is very pretty, but so are you. You are smart, and talented, and I am really attracted to you." She smiled. "In fact, after the party, Dana told me that she thought that you would be better for me than her." 

"I didn't even realize she knew who I was." 

"Trust me," I said. "Dana is on top of all of the social issues at school, and she is very aware of all of the pretty girls." 

I think my honesty was the right approach. Natalie didn't get up and leave, and we continued to drink our beverages and talk. She told me she needed to get home to study, and I asked her out for dinner on Friday. She agreed, stood up and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell the tea on her breath, and the sweet smell of her hair. As she walked out, I admired again her nice legs, and her small, delightful ass. I went over and said goodbye to Fred and Emily, and went home.

I did a little studying for what I expected would be another easy final, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed, trying to imagine what Dana had in store for me, and thinking of Natalie.

TUESDAY

I woke up early and had a swim. It felt good, and focused me. I hoped that Dana would pass, because I wanted her to pass, because I wanted to think that I had helped her, and, of course, because I wanted to see what her plans to "appreciate" me would entail. The anticipation was excruciating, and kind of hot. 

While I was eating breakfast, Sarah came out of her room, followed by Dave. I was happy to see that she was enjoying herself. In the past, when I saw her with guys, I was jealous, but that wasn't an issue now. We talked about nothing interesting for a while, and I showered and got dressed. My test didn't start until 2, so I killed time, playing video games and watching TV. I started thinking about Dana, taking the physics test wearing the outfit she described. 

A little after noon, I got a text from Dana. "Just finished. It was hard, but I'm pretty sure I passed. See the attached. Stone is grading now. Ha Ha." 

I downloaded the attached picture, and it was of Dana, from the neck down, showing me the cleavage displaying shirt she wore to the test. Her breasts were mesmerizing, and clearly Mr. Stone was powerless to resist her. 

I responded, "Good luck, and thanks for the reminder of how hot you are." 

About 45 minutes later, I got another text from Dana. "I got an 82. You rock. Please see the attached. What you see is going to be all yours on Wednesday." 

I downloaded the picture, and it was Dana, lying on her bed totally naked, with her arms squeezing her delicious breasts together. "Wow," I responded. 

She texted back, "Be here at 3 tomorrow. Do not be a second late." 

"Don't worry," I replied.

I went to school, took my test and went home. I think I still did O.K. on the test, despite the fact that I was totally distracted. I decided to sit by the pool for a while and relax before dinner. I realized that I hadn't had sex since Sunday morning. I was getting horny, and the anticipation for the next day wasn't helping. But the heat of the day began to relax me until I was dozing off. 

I woke up when I felt a hand rubbing my cock. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Beth, wearing a white bikini that didn't even come close to covering her huge tits, sitting next to me, with her hand on my bathing suit, gently stroking my stiffening member. 

"Remember me?" she asked. 

"Of course," I said, sleepily. 

"What's going on, Beth?" 

She responded, "I came over to swim and hang out with Sarah, but when I got here, she got a call from Dave, and she had to leave. I saw you out here alone, and decided to stay." She stood up and swung her leg over me and sat down, crushing my cock under her beautiful ass. She took off her bikini top and displayed her awe inspiring rack. 

I felt my cock pressing up against her through my suit, and she leaned forward, pressing my face into her cleavage. My horniness caused me to go a little crazy, and I began to knead her tits and suck on them wildly. Beth stood up, and while still straddling the chair, figured out how to pull my swimsuit off, so that I was totally naked on the lounge chair. She removed her bikini bottom, and I was treated to a view of her neatly trimmed pubic hair as she slowly lowered herself onto my shaft. 

I was able to put my feet onto the ground so I could use them to push up, and Beth was essentially standing. I thrust into her at an increasing pace. I was able to reach out with my hands and grab her swaying boobs, which I rubbed and tweaked as she bounced on top of me. I was so heated up that I thought I was going to cum, but she slowed down and stopped, so that she was sitting on me, fully impaled by my rod. 

She sat still for what seemed like a long time, and I reached out and started rubbing her clit. This caused her to moan and writhe on my cock, which made me start thrusting again, and she started to move in rhythm with my hips. After only a few minutes of this, she yelled out, and I spewed a huge load of cum inside her, which started to drip down on me. 

Beth got up and without saying another word, turned and jumped into the pool. She surfaced in the shallow end, standing, with her tits floating on the surface. I got up and jumped in, too. We held each other, naked, in the pool, and I felt myself getting hard again. 

She swam away from me, her ass looking great as she receded. She went to the wall of the pool and, face down, put her elbows out of the pool, bracing herself so that she was floating on the surface, but not moving. Her round, tanned ass stuck out of the pool and as her legs floated to the surface, she spread them wide. I walked over to where she had arrayed herself, and was able to stick my cock into her from behind. 

Alternately pushing off the edge of the pool and pulling herself back, she moved herself back and forth against my cock, while I bounced off the pool bottom, slamming my cock into her. I felt her shudder as I pumped away, and then I came again. She let go of the pool wall and turned toward me. II could see my cum leaking out of her into the pool, and I remembered that I really needed to clean the pool. 

We swam together for a few minutes before she said, "I have to go." 

I admired Beth's short, curvy body as it left the pool, and watched her get back into her bikini and the coverup she had brought with her before I followed and put on my swimsuit.

"Thanks," I said, as she walked into the house. 

"Back at you," she said. "I missed you," she continued. 

"Me too," I responded, as she left the house, got into her car and drove away. 

That was a pleasant surprise, I thought. I think I would have exploded the following day the second I saw Dana, so I was glad that happened.

After Beth left, I took a shower and basically took it easy. Dad came home pretty early from work, and took a swim. Afterwards, he told me that he had asked Mrs. Angelo to go with him to the lake house for the weekend, and she accepted. He seemed excited. 

Sarah seemed kind of annoyed, in general, and she told me later that Dave's call was a break up. "Not that we were technically together," she said, angrily, "but he told me he didn't want to see me anymore." 

"Asshole," I said. "His loss." 

She hugged me and then said, "What was the deal with Beth?" 

I shrugged and said, "I guess she needed some hot high school action." 

Sarah punched me in the arm and went up to her room. I followed a little later. When I got upstairs, I checked Facebook and saw that Natalie had accepted my friend request, and was on line. I chatted with her a little. I also saw that Fred had changed his status to "In a relationship" with Emily. Good for them. I commented on something Gina had posted about politics. I decided to Facebook stalk Natalie a little, and started checking out her profile. There were a bunch of pictures of her from what would have been her freshman year, and it was clear that she was at another school. She was younger, obviously, but looked cute, and there were lots of pictures of her with friends. 

The next year, though, there were fewer pictures, mostly black and white shots of trees and buildings, and a few of her performing. I thought that she must have gotten bored with Facebook, like people often did. Then, this year, she was at North, and I saw a bunch of pictures of her with other junior girls. Nothing embarrassing. 

I also decided to check out Dana's profile, since she also had accepted my friend request. Lots of pictures of her with the other popular kids, partying, hanging out, sunbathing, drinking. A few pictures of her with her mother and Ariel. Pictures of her with a few guys, but rarely more than one or two with any single guy. Prom pictures from the past 4 years, each with a different big athletic looking guy, showing her growing from a beautiful freshman to her full glory as prom queen, standing with the idiot ex-boyfriend who treated her like shit at the prom. I thought how I never went to the prom, and how cool it would have been if I could have gone with Dana or Natalie, but the timing was just off. 

I checked my email, and there were 5 emails from Dana. She was really going all out. Each email consisted of the statement "places that you may be visiting" and an attached picture. The first was a close up of Dana's mouth, her red, luscious lips partially open, with her tongue licking her lips. The second was a close up of her right breast, nipple aroused, and the third was a similar picture of her left breast. The fourth was of her ass and the last of her pussy. 

This girl was scary good, I thought, my heart pounding and my cock hardening. I responded to the last email, "really looking forward to the tour." I thought about sending her a picture of my hard cock, but decided not to. Although I trusted Dana for the most part, I also sensed that she would be dangerous if crossed. And I didn't want to risk that my picture would be made public if I ever pissed her off. 

A few minutes later she sent me another email. "3 o'clock."

Ultimately, I was able to fall asleep.



The Lake House Lessons 08



WEDNESDAY

I was awakened on Wednesday morning by a text message from Dana, at exactly 8 a.m. All it said was, "7 hours." Attached was a picture of her lips, with shiny red lip gloss, which she didn't usually wear, but, in this context was very sexy. I realized that she had a test at 9, so I probably wouldn't hear from her again until about noon. There was no way I could get back to sleep, so I went downstairs. It was quiet, and I read the paper, had some coffee and relaxed. I did a little reading for my Friday tests--my last high school tests—and decided to finally clean the pool. 

At 11 or so, I started to watch TV, and Sarah came downstairs. 

"What are you doing today?" she asked. "Any tests?" 

"Not until Friday," I said. 

"What about you?" I asked. 

"Nothing much, she responded. 

"You O.K. about the Dave thing?" 

"Yeah, the guy was good in bed, but a jerk ultimately," she said. "What's going on with you?" she asked. 

I told her that I was going over to Dana's at 3, because she had passed her physics test and wanted to celebrate. 

"That should be fun," Sarah said, smiling. 

You have no idea, I thought, but I just grinned back. "And," I said, "on Friday, I have a date with Natalie, that girl I met at Dana's party." 

"Good for you, and Dana is O.K. with that?" she asked. 

"Dana and I have talked—we aren't a couple, its sort of a friends with benefits thing." 

Sarah looked at me. "Be careful," she said. "My experience has been that kind of thing never works out long term. Someone always gets hurt. I don't want that to be you, and my guess is that you don't want it to be Dana." 

"Yeah, I see what you mean," I said. "Bottom line is that Dana is the hottest girl I have ever met and I really enjoy being with her. In some ways, she mesmerizes me, but I don't think we are a long term thing, and she basically told me the same thing." 

Sarah said, "Let me see if Ariel knows anything—I don't want you to have problems with Dana down the road." 

"Don't do anything until after tonight," I asked. 

"Understood," Sarah said.

My phone buzzed. It was 1:00 and there was a text from Dana. "2 hours". 

I downloaded the picture. It was a closeup of her pussy with her fingers holding it open so I could see the pink lips inside. It looked like she had a manicure, and had bright red polish on her nails. 

"Who is that?" Sarah asked. 

"Dana," I responded, "just reminding me of our date this afternoon."

At 2:00 sharp, my phone rang again. "One hour" was Dana's message, and there was a picture of her left breast, with her hand cupping it. Her texts were having what I suspected were their desired result. I was dying. This girl really knew how to make a guy crazy. I went upstairs and showered and dressed. 

At 2:30, the phone rang again. "30 minutes," Dana had written. The picture was her right nipple being bitten by her white teeth, showing her red, glistening lips. I ran out to my car, afraid of what would happen, or more to the point, what wouldn't happen, if I were late.

At 2:45, I got another text. I pulled over and read it. Not surprisingly, it said "15 minutes. You'd better be driving." The picture was of her ass, lifted up in the air to show me her outer lips between her thighs. In addition to being super hot, she was quite the photographer.

At 2:50, I pulled up in front of Dana's house. My phone beeped. "10 minutes. You'd better be in front of my house." The picture was of Dana, naked on her bed, holding her tits. 

I parked the car and ran to the front door and knocked. Dana came to the door wearing a robe and high heeled boots. I wondered if she was naked underneath. My cock was trying to rip though my shorts. She was wearing the red lip gloss and leaned up and kissed me, hard, on the lips. It tasted strange, but pleasant. 

She looked at her watch. "Early," she said, smiling. "Good boy." 

Dana took my hand and silently led me upstairs into her room. She handed me a man's robe and told me to get undressed as she left the room. She came back in and took my clothing and left again. I didn't understand why she left, or the robe thing, but I figured it was part of the scenario she had planned, so I complied. I realized that must also be a fantasy for her, and I knew that if I played along, it would be great for both of us. Dana had already proven to me to be incredible when it came to sex, and maybe even better at teasing. 

I was in the robe, naked, sitting on the edge of Dana's bed. Waiting. I waited for what seemed like a long time, but I noticed that Dana had removed all of the clocks in the room, and my watch and phone were in my pants, which Dana had taken away. This must have been part of her plan to ratchet up my anticipation. After a while, I was on tenterhooks when there was a knock at the door. 

"Who is it?" I asked, worried that it might be Ariel, or even Mrs. Angelo. 

"It is Dana. Can I come in?" 

Playing along, I said, "Yes, you can come in." 

She entered the room and removed her robe. She wasn't naked. She was wearing a black leather bustier and corset that pushed her tits up and forward and narrowed her already slim waist, along with black lacy split crotch panties, giving me a view of her now fully shaved pussy. And black thigh high boots with spike heels that made her legs look about 10 feet long. I literally almost came just looking at her. 

"Oh my god, Dana, you look unbelievable," I said. 

"Thank you," she responded. As I promised, today is about your pleasure, and I am glad that this pleases you." 

"Oh my god, yes," was all I could say.

"Please take off your robe and lie down on the bed, on your stomach," she asked, although it wasn't really a request. 

I did so, and she put on some new agey music "I thought you might be a little tense—O.K., I hope that I have made you a little tense--so I thought you might like a relaxing massage. 

She reached over to her night stand and took a tube of some sort of lotion, rubbed it on her hands to warm it up and began stroking my back. I'd had one professional massage in my life, and although Dana wasn't a trained masseuse, it felt marvelous. I closed my eyes and relaxed as she rubbed and kneaded my back, head, shoulders, legs and feet. When she was done, she asked me to turn over on my back, which I did. She still looked amazing in her bustier and panties, with the red lips and nails and black boots. 

My cock was standing straight up as she got more lotion and massaged my face, my chest and stomach and my legs. Everywhere but my cock, which was throbbing and twitching wildly. I knew she saw it, but she studiously ignored it. Finally, she lubed up her hands again and began to stroke my rod, working her way up from the root to the tip. She kept rubbing me, but kept slowing down to control me and keep me from cumming. 

She unlaced the bustier and threw it aside, so that I could see the full glory of her large, round breasts. "Do you want to cum on my tits?" she asked. I was surprised and didn't answer right away, so she asked again, "do you want to cum on my tits? 

"Yes, yes, yes," I panted, out of my mind with desire. 

She grabbed my cock, pointed it at her beautiful chest and kept jerking me until I shot an enormous load on her chest, on her face and stomach. She smiled at me and kept milking my cock until I was spent. There was cum all over her, and she rubbed it into her chest.

"Was that good for you?" she asked. 

"Oh my god yes," I panted, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Me, too," she responded. She had a towel handy, and wiped herself off, and cleaned the cum off the bed. Then, she leaned down to the bed and licked off the cum that was on my body and cock. If that was the beginning of the day, I was looking forward to an unforgettable experience.

She stood before me, only in her panties and boots, and said, "You said you trust me, right?" 

"Yes, I trust you." 

She kissed me, her full, pillowy lips pressing against mine as I tasted her lip gloss. "O.K., then," she said, "lay down on the bed, on your back." 

I did as she requested, and she pulled a bunch of scarves out of a bag. 

"Tell me if this hurts," she said as she tied first my hands and then my feet to the bed frame so that I was spread-eagled on the bed. I was completely at her mercy, but trusted that she wouldn't do anything to harm me. She let me watch her slowly and sensually remove the boots and then put a blindfold on me, so I couldn't see anything. 

I heard her leave the room and close the door. I lay there, tied up and blind. At first, it was a little scary, but after a few minutes, I found it to be kind of relaxing. Whatever was going to happen, there was no pressure on me to do anything. And I knew that Dana wouldn't hurt me. Again, she made me wait. My body was virtually humming with anticipation.

Eventually, I heard the door open, and heard Dana come into the room. I was feeling very exposed, and my cock was limp between my legs. I heard Dana approach the bed and then felt something light tickling my stomach. A feather, I guessed. Dana gently moved the feather over my abdomen and then to my chest. I am ticklish, and writhed against the bonds. My skin felt electric and highly sensitive. She used the feather to tickle my nipples, which I felt harden. She kept teasing me with the feather and my cock started to rise. She ran the feather over my cock, brushing it over the head and shaft, and even on my sensitive balls. I started getting harder and harder. 

Suddenly, she stopped using the feather. I could sense her coming closer, and felt her kneel on the bed next to me. She started to gently kiss and lick my torso. She was careful only to touch me with her mouth and tongue, so that it felt like a disembodied head was probing me. She kissed and nibbled on my nipples, which caused my head to almost explode before moving up my neck to my lips and face. It was unbelievably, almost painfully, arousing, especially after the feather had heightened my stimulation. She kissed me from my head to my toes, and finished by kissing and licking my throbbing cock. The anticipation of not knowing where her mouth would land next was excruciating. I began to writhe in the bed, pulling against my restraints. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped and got off the bed. 

Dana then removed my blindfold and when my eyes were able to focus, I could see that she was now wearing a see-through lacy camisole that provided me with a view of her perfectly shaped breasts. Her shaved pussy looked soft and inviting. She was wearing black thigh high stockings. 

"Amazing," I said. 

"Thank you," she replied, reaching up and slowly removing the camisole, fully exposing her gorgeous tits. She slowly unrolled the stockings on first one leg and then the next, so that she was fully naked. 

"Even better," I said. 

"Thank you," she responded. Then she turned, showing off her beautiful ass, and strode to the end of the bed. She crawled onto the bed, between my legs and started sucking my cock. 

When I was close to cumming, she stopped and undid my bonds. It felt good to be free again. She told me to get off the bed and stand up, so I did. She put the blindfold back on me, which was kind of annoying because I could no longer look at her, but it was exciting. I heard her kneel on the floor and slide under me. I realized that she was facing the same way that I was, and I felt her grab my hard cock and guide it into her mouth. I could feel her head tilt backward and she took my rod deep into her throat, until my balls actually were resting on her head. She began to slide up and down on my cock, and I began to squat and stand, driving my cock deep inside her throat. At the same time, she was grabbing the shaft and twisting it gently.

This was unbelievable and I couldn't take it very long. I yelled out and blasted my load into her. She gagged briefly, then swallowed it all as my cock began to recede. I could feel her stand up and face me. She took off the blindfold and pressed her naked body against me. We kissed and held each other. Another surprise awaited me, as Dana lit a joint and took a deep hit, before passing it to me. We silently smoked together until it was gone. I began to feel lightheaded and giddy. 

"Would you like to lick my pussy?" She asked. 

"Actually, I really would," I responded, and it was true. I was craving her taste. Instead of rolling onto her back, she rolled onto her stomach, and lifted her beautiful ass up in the air. I started eating her out from behind, smelling her pungent scent. She knew that doing this gave me pleasure, and I hungrily continued. Somehow, she was able to reach behind herself and began fingering her ass. I got the hint, and began to do the same. She was wiggling that beautiful butt in my face and I was getting hard again. 

"Please open that drawer," she asked, pointing at her night table. I did, and saw condoms, lube and a vibrator. "Would you like to use them on me?" she asked. 

"Of course," I responded. 

I put some of the lube on my finger, and began teasing her ass with it. As she began to relax, I was able to stick my lube covered finger in a little. I picked up the vibrator and started teasing around her pussy while pressing my finger into her ass. She was panting and writhing. Her screams of pleasure were turning me on incredibly. I felt her asshole relaxing as I continued to work on it and stimulate her labia with the vibrator. 

I put the condom on and lubed it up. I got back on the bed and slowly began to slip my cock into her asshole. She pressed against me, coaxing me into her tight ass. It was a little tight, tighter than Cara, but still felt good. I then took the vibrator and pressed it into her vagina and began to thrust it in and out, while doing the same with my cock in her ass. She began to wiggle, then shake, then shudder and she screamed my name as she had a thunderous orgasm. The tightening of her ass caused me to cum hard into the condom, as I thrust forward hard. I withdrew from her ass and removed the vibrator from her pussy as she collapsed on the bed.

She got off of the bed and brought back two bottles of water. We sat on the side of the bed and drank. 

"Are you having fun?" she asked. 

"Best time ever," I responded, and she kissed me on the lips.

"Stay there," she said, as she grabbed her vibrator and lay flat on the bed, her head propped up by the pillows. 

Dana turned on the vibrator and began rubbing it over her body. She pressed it to her nipples, which hardened, and slowly lowered it to her pussy. She moved it around the outside, while she writhed and moaned with pleasure, before sticking it inside her. Dana was moaning and panting as she worked the vibrator in and out of her hole. Watching her pleasure herself was unbelievably arousing for me, and I quickly got hard. She noticed my erection, and stopped masturbating. 

"Would you like to kiss my tits?" she asked. 

"Yes," I said, and she held them out to me as if offering a meal to a starving man.

I leaned over and began kissing and sucking on them as she sighed and purred happily. 

"How would you like to fuck my tits?" she asked. 

"Of course," I said, straddling her midsection and sticking my stiff cock in between her soft mounds. From her back, she was able to reach the tube of lube, and rubbed some on my cock, then pressed her tits against it. I began to ride her, rubbing my cock in her cleavage. Occasionally, she would use her tongue or lips to touch the tip as it came near her mouth. I rubbed her nipples as I thrust, and she moaned happily. After a while, I was ready to cum, and I yelled out. Dana opened her mouth wide. I aimed as best I could and shot most of my load into her mouth, but some sprayed on her face and tits. She swallowed and laughed. I rolled off of Dana, on to the bed. She cleaned herself off and then I held her in my arms. 

After a few minutes of cuddling, Dana got out of bed and said, "O.K., shower time." 

We were sweaty with sex, and that seemed like a great idea. We put on our robes and went to the shower. I saw my first clock since I got undressed, and it was almost 7. We had been going at it for 4 hours, and Dana seemed to have limitless energy. Although her house was small, the bathroom that Ariel and Dana shared had a large stall shower. 

Dana turned the water on, and when it was hot, she took off her robe and went in. I watched her beautiful face and body get covered by the water, and I took off my robe and got in with her. I got wet, and Dana began soaping me up all over, including my cock, which stiffened as she lathered it. She handed me the soap, and I returned the favor, soaping first her back and ass, slipping a finger between the crack to briefly tease her asshole. Then, I pulled her close to me and reached around from behind, soaping her glorious tits, her abs and her pussy. My cock was pressed between her ass cheeks and as I soaped her front, she wiggled her butt against me. I took the hand held shower head, and rinsed her off, paying special attention to her bare pussy.

When we were both clean, she turned to me and said, "The one place you haven't visited yet is my favorite--that is why I saved it for last." 

She put her hands behind my neck and lifted herself off of the floor, wrapping her legs around me. My cock slid into her well lubricated hole, and I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her close. Although she was not a small girl, I had no trouble holding her up. Feeling the hot water from the shower on my back and the hot girl on my front, her tits pressing against my chest with my cock deep inside her, was heaven. I took a step or two forward, so that her back was against the tile wall of the shower, and began to pump my cock in and out of her. She squeezed and relaxed her legs in time with my thrusts. 

The fact that I had been having sex essentially all afternoon and evening allowed me to stay hard for a very long time, as we continued to go at it, as steam filled up the shower, giving the scene a sort of dream-like effect. Eventually, however, I could not take it anymore and came violently, deep inside of her. Dana gasped, and I felt her shudder and yelp. She unclenched her legs, and I gently lowered her to the floor. Without hesitating, she dropped to her knees, and cleaned off my dripping cock with her mouth, stood up and used the shower to clean her pussy. 

We hugged under the water, then separated as Dana turned off the shower and we emerged from the stall, dried off and put on our robes. We went back into Dana's room and she picked up her phone and called a number. 

"This is Dana Angelo, sweetie" she said into the phone. "Bring it now," she continued, before ending the call.

I decided not to ask what that was all about. Each of Dana's surprises had been better than the next, so I felt no reason to question. Still naked under our robes, she led me downstairs, got two beers from the refrigerator, and led me to the TV, where she turned on a baseball game. We sat and cuddled on the couch drinking beer. 

I know I have said this before, but I can't remember ever feeling better in my life, having been treated to a sexual carnival of delights by an amazingly beautiful girl. The doorbell rang, and Dana got up to answer it. She returned with a sausage pizza and Buffalo wings. 

"How did you know that sausage was my favorite?" I asked. 

"You really need to remember that I make it my business to know things about people," she noted, as if slightly exasperated with my denseness, then continued, "I asked your sister." 

We ate the pizza and wings and watched the game, snuggling on the couch. Amazing sex, followed by pizza and beer, and a ball game. Pretty much, the teenage boy's dream night. 

But Dana wasn't done. She went to the refrigerator and returned with a can of whipped cream. She opened her robe, exposing her awe-inspiring body, sat down next to me on the couch, shook the can and sprayed rings of whipped cream on each breast, leaving the nipple bare as sort of a cherry on the sundae. 




The Lake House Lessons 08



"I thought you might like some dessert," she said. 

I didn't need any further invitation, and I began to lick the thick, sweet cream off of her gorgeous tits, until they were slick with my saliva and her nipples were fully erect. Not surprisingly, my cock had become hard, and was poking out of the robe. 

Dana looked at its pulsing head and said, "Now it is time for my dessert," opening my robe and spraying a line of whipped cream on the top of my cock. She leaned forward, and slowly licked it off, and began giving me a slow, sensual blow job that brought me to a screaming orgasm. She smiled, closed her robe, as did I, and we returned to cuddling on the couch.

Dana was astonishing. I remembered back to something that Beth had told me about being in control, and I assumed that it was the same with Dana. Yes, she focused on giving me pleasure, but she was totally in control at all times. She choreographed the whole thing, from making me crazy with anticipation, to each sex act, including making me want to pleasure her, and even to dinner. 

I decided to ask Dana something, I guess risking offending her, but after this, I couldn't imagine being closer to someone. 

"Dana," I started, "I want to ask you something," 

"What?" she asked. 

"I want to start by telling you that today has been everything you promised and more. I will never forget it—you made me feel unbelievable, and I cannot believe the amount of thought you gave this and the efforts you put into giving me probably the best day of my life so far." 

She gave me a satisfied smile and said, "But? There must be a but? 

"Sort of," I said. "But why? I know I helped you pass the test, but trust me, the post tutoring sessions were more than enough 'compensation'. Why go to all of this trouble, when you know I would have been more than happy with even one more time with you?" 

She smiled again and took a drink from her beer. "I did it because I wanted to and because I could. You've been a great tutor and a good friend over the past couple of weeks. You never made me feel bad about not knowing physics and were only positive. And you have been a wonderful, tender and caring lover. Jack, I know how I look and because of that, guys tend to treat me well, up to a point, because they want to get into my pants. You never did anything but treat me well. You always wanted to make sure that I was happy and felt good, and that I was satisfied. You held me when I wanted to be held. And you never boasted about any of this. It would have been easy for you to have simply accepted my offer, fucked me and worried about yourself, and then crow about it at school. You never did that, and considering how I basically ignored you for all of high school, that showed class. I thought you deserved some special treatment, and it made me very happy to be able to make you happy. And, to be sure, I got other pleasures from it, too." 

There really wasn't anything I could say to that, so I just kissed her and held her close to me.

At about 9, though, she told me I needed to leave. She had a late shift at the restaurant and needed to get ready. 

I kissed her again, and before I left, she said, "Let's not talk tomorrow; I think it would be a good idea to just let today sink into our memories." 

I wasn't sure if I liked the idea, but agreed. 

She continued, "Good luck with your finals on Friday, and on your date with Natalie." 

I looked at her as she grinned at me. "How did you know about that?" I stammered. 

"You forget that I have my spies everywhere. You don't get to be the queen bitch of high school without knowing everything." 

"Emily," I said, realizing what had happened, "and you aren't a bitch." 

"Yeah . . . Emily," she responded. "And you thought I was a bitch until pretty recently." 

She was right, but I looked straight into her beautiful brown eyes and said, "I was wrong." 

"And I was wrong about you. I thought you were nothing but a shy nerd who didn't know how to have fun," she responded, kissing me again, and ushering me out the door. 

"Oh yeah," she said as I was leaving, "those pictures that I sent you?" My heart started to beat faster when I thought about them. She continued, "Feel free to keep them, but they are between us. If I ever find them online, or if anyone other than you ever mentions them to me, you will wish you never met me." She seemed serious. 

I responded, "I think I've proven that you can trust me." 

I walked away, toward my car, satisfied in a way that I would never have thought possible less than two weeks ago.

I drove home in a bit of a daze, and when I got home, Sarah looked at me and said, "It looks like Dana wore you out," she said. 

"Yeah," I responded, and went directly to bed.

THURSDAY

Even though I went to bed early, I didn't wake up until noon. I was a little sore, but felt relaxed and happy. I had a full day to prepare for my last two tests. I had time to check in with Fred, and Gina, and Natalie. And I wouldn't be distracted by Dana, although I did remember that I still had her pictures on my phone if I wanted distraction. I copied the pictures to my laptop, in a secret, password protected folder. I was a man of my word, and also afraid of Dana's wrath. I also promised myself that if Ariel, Beth or Cara wanted to hook up, I would turn them down. I took a quick swim, then a shower, and began studying. It was a nice, quiet day.

Fred called me and asked about my night with Dana, and I said, "She was unbelievable. We basically did it every way possible. And then she brought in pizza and wings. And I can't even tell you what was for dessert." 

"The perfect girl," Fred remarked. 

"Close to it, I think," I responded. 

"Then why do you keep insisting that you aren't a couple?" he asked. 

"Because we aren't," I said. "Somehow, this isn't that kind of relationship, and we both know it." 

"Whatever," Fred said, unconvinced. 

"What's with you and Emily?" I asked. 

"Going great," he said. "She is awesome, and we are doing it constantly, which is great." 

We chatted a bit more, and then I asked whether he had seen Gina recently. 

"Not really, I've been spending my free time with Emily," 

"Understood—I'll give her a call." 

We chatted a bit more, then ended the call. I studied a while longer, and decided to call Gina.

I pretended to have some questions about the tests tomorrow, and then we just talked about stuff. 

"I miss shooting the shit with you," I said. 

"Well, you've been off fucking everyone," she spat back at me. 

I always liked her candor, or, at least I did most of the time. I laughed and said, "I guess you are right, but I have been having fun." 

Her voice took on an edge as she said, "Fun with bimbos like Dana?" 

"Look," I responded sharply, "You don't know her. She is no bimbo. Maybe she isn't as smart as you, but she has other talents..." 

Gina interrupted, "I'll bet she does," 

"You'd be surprised," I responded. "You may want to minimize the accomplishment, but she figured out the way to run the social structure of the school. She has an incredible way of trying to connect people and know what is happening. In fact, she asked me what happened between you and Hank, and agreed that he was a jerk," 

"Not hard to figure out," she interjected. 

I continued, "And she said that you deserved someone better, and promised to think of someone right for you." 

Gina responded, "Really? Dana Angelo is going to try to find me a boyfriend? I don't need her favors or pity." 

"It's really not that, I don't think. Yes, we were beneath her notice, which is shitty, but now I think she wants to help you. Funny, though, her first reaction was that I was the right guy for you." 

Gina didn't respond right away, "Yeah, hysterical," she said. "Tell your girlfriend, thanks, but no thanks," Gina said in a strained voice. 

As I tried to say, "She's not my girlfriend," Gina ended the call. I called back, but it went to voice mail.

I got some food and watched a little TV. I texted Natalie and we discussed the details for our dinner the next night. I went back to my room and finished studying. It was late afternoon, and I had nothing to do. I thought about looking at my pictures of Dana, but decided that would just make me too crazy, and make me break our agreement. 

Sarah came home and told me that she had been to the mall with Cara, who apparently had started seeing some guy and was happy, "so far," she added, and then had gone to the gym with Ariel. We sat down and talked, longer than we had in a while. I told her a little more about my thing with Dana, and my date with Natalie. I also told her of Gina's hostility, which didn't make any sense. 

Sarah asked whether I thought Gina was jealous, and I told her that was impossible. We were friends, and had been for so long. 

"I really didn't think of Gina that way," I protested. 

"Maybe you should," said Sarah. "The best relationship I ever had was one that went from friend to boyfriend. Usually when you start romantically, you never get to friend." 

"That's funny," I said, "Dana suggested that I was the right guy for Gina, too, but I don't see it." 

We also discussed Dad's upcoming weekend with Mrs. Angelo, and how excited he seemed. "Not to be too gross," I said, "but if Mrs. Angelo is anything like her daughters in bed, Dad is in for a great weekend." 

Sarah whacked me in the arm, but didn't argue, and I realized that she also had some experience with how Ariel was in bed. She told me that she was really done with Dave, and I commiserated. She mentioned that she might have a few friends over on Saturday night for a pool party/barbecue, not a huge party, but a way to put Dave behind her and hang with some of her friends--and that if I didn't have any plans, I was welcome to join them. She said I could invite a few friends, if I wanted to, or not. 

I told her that I had no plans yet for Saturday night, and offered to help her get ready for the party. Although she was my big sister, I realized that our relationship was becoming more like friends than it ever had, and that was great.

Dad came home late, as usual, and we briefly discussed his weekend trip—he planned to leave work early, and he and Mrs. Angelo were going to leave that evening. I told him that I had 2 tests on Friday, and was going out with Natalie at night. It was nice seeing him excited about the weekend and actually leaving work early for once. It had been a nice, quiet day, and I went to sleep, contented.



The Lake House Lessons 09



FRIDAY

I was up early for my last real day of high school. After that, all that was left was graduation on Tuesday. I still had to finish my speech, but I had the weekend to do that (I had to email it to the principal for approval on Monday). I got to school a little early and ran into Dana in the hall. I guess she didn't need any special favors from the teachers, because she was mostly dressed for comfort not coercion, but still looked pretty. My mind flicked through a few choice images from Wednesday, and I thanked her again for it and wished her luck on her tests. 

The first test was a little harder than I thought it might be, but, really, it didn't matter anymore. After the test, I saw Natalie in the hall and we talked a little about the tests. I confirmed that I would pick her up at 7:30 for dinner. She squeezed my arm and went off with some friends. I had an hour to kill before the next test, so I found Fred, who was with Emily, and Gina. We went for a slice of pizza, and discussed our next test. Emily was taking a different class, which we had taken the year before, and we gave her a few tips. She seemed bright, and very nice. It was all very friendly, and Fred and Emily really were cute together.

The second test was a piece of cake, and I finished early, as did Gina, and we left the test room together. I looked at her, thinking about what Dana and Sarah had said, and realized that she was cute, and that I was annoyed that there was this tension between us after all these years. But all I could say was, "piece of cake," and she agreed. 

"So, that's it, last test." 

"Yeah," she said. "Done with this place." 

I asked her if she had finished her salutatory speech, and she said it had been done for weeks. I admitted that I wasn't done, and was going to finish it over the weekend. We got into our cars and drove away.

When I got home, Dad and Sarah were packing the car with clothing, food and wine. He was wearing a new polo shirt and shorts and what looked like new sunglasses. He looked great, but was very nervous. Sarah and I tried to calm him down. He remembered to ask me about my tests, and congratulated me on finishing high school. Once the car was packed, he called Mrs. Angelo and drove away. Sarah and I went back into the house. 

"He's like a teenager," Sarah said. 

"This is a big deal for him," I said. 

"You know, he even asked me if I had a joint to give him."

"Did you?" I asked, surprised. 

"Yeah, why not?" she responded. "He told me that he hadn't smoked in years, but wanted to have it, just in case he needed it." 

"Oh, those zany grownups," I joked. 

Sarah laughed.

"Hey," she added, "aren't you done with high school now?" 

"I am, and I think I need a beer to celebrate," I said. 

Sarah got two, opened one for me and kept the other for herself. We talked about what we needed to do for her Saturday pool party, and she went up to shower because she was meeting Cara and Beth for dinner and drinks at Orlando's, because Ariel was working there, and always figured out a way for them to get a free drink or a discount on the bill. I had more time before my date with Natalie, so I let her go first. 

I got a text from Dad, saying that he had left some work documents that he might need, and if I could bring his briefcase out to the car. I heard him pull up, and went out to the car. He had picked up Mrs. Angelo, and I could see her in the car. She looked great, a mix of Ariel's color and Dana's body, mature and sexy. She was wearing a very low cut, tight shirt that showed off her still impressive rack. I sensed that Dad was going to have a great weekend, and not have time to review anything in the briefcase. We said goodbye, and he pulled away.

I showered and dressed to get ready to pick up Natalie. I drove over to her house, and she met me at the door, wearing all black, a short skirt that showed off her great legs and a tight black shirt that hugged her slim body and small, shapely breasts. We got into the car and made small talk as I drove to the restaurant. I had chosen Armando's, a nice, casual Italian restaurant, and we sat in a quiet booth in the corner and ordered. 

Natalie really looked beautiful, and we had a great time, talking and eating. I found out about her family. Her parents had had moved to the U.S. from Korea, although she was born in San Francisco, that they moved to our town last summer, right before school started, and how hard she worked studying the cello. 

I told her about my Mom, and my family, and random other things. She was clever and smart, and the conversation flowed. We occasionally touched during the meal, and it was not at all awkward. I was impressed that even though Natalie was very skinny, she ate like a normal person. We shared a dessert, and I paid the check. 

As we left, I put my hand on the small of her back lightly, just above her small, round butt, and she didn't resist. We got to the car, and I said, "I am having a good time, and don't want it to end—come back to my house and we can watch a movie." That being teenage code for "come back to my house and let's fool around." 

She looked at me as if sizing me up and said, "O.K." 

I drove her to my house, and it was, as I knew it would be, empty. "Would you like a beer?" I asked. 

"Your father lets you drink beer?" she asked. 

"Yes, as long as we aren't stupid," I said. "Dad pretty much wasn't around much for years after Mom died, so my older sister and I took care of ourselves." 

We sat on the couch and picked a comedy from last year that neither of us had seen. There was about 6 inches of couch between us, and I could tell that Natalie was nervous. I put my left hand on her thigh, and just rested it there, lightly. As the movie ran, she moved closer to me, and I took my hand off of her thigh and put my arm around her shoulders. She cuddled in and we sat like that, watching the movie. I decided to make my move, and bent my head down to kiss her, and she tilted up her face so that our lips met. He lips were firm, and our tongues flicked softly against each other. 

We kissed, passionately, for a while, the movie forgotten, and I began to stroke her back. I started to kiss her neck and ears, and she sighed happily. I put my right hand on her thigh and began to slowly move it up her leg until it was just under her short skirt. We were kissing, but when I moved my hand a little further up her leg, she pulled away. 

"I can't do this," she said, and moved away from me on the couch. I was sporting a pretty good hard on at this point, and was surprised, because things were going so well. 

"What did I do wrong?" I asked. 

"Nothing," she said, pulling her legs up on the couch and wrapping her arms around her knees. "It isn't you, it's me," she said. 

"What's the matter," I asked. 

She shook her head and looked like she was about to cry. I knew that I needed to be quiet and listen. Either she would tell me, or she would ask me to take her home. I turned the movie off. 

After what seemed like a few minutes, she said, "let me tell you why we moved here last year. We had lived for years outside of San Francisco, and I was happy. I had great friends and loved my school. I had an awesome cello teacher and was in a very prestigious youth orchestra." 

She paused, before continuing, "When I was a sophomore, I fell hard for a senior, a bass player. He was so cute, and seemed so nice, and we went out a few times. One afternoon, he convinced me to come to his house, and I'm not an idiot, so I knew what he expected. We went up to his room and started making out. One thing led to another, and I let him have sex with me. It was my first time and I was scared, and he wasn't particularly gentle and it hurt, mostly. And it was over quickly. I was so embarrassed, I left right away and took the bus home." 

"I'm sorry," I said. 

She wrapped her arms tighter against her knees. "But that wasn't the worst part. The guy had set his laptop up to take pictures of us, and he posted the pictures, of me naked, of him on top of me, and even of me, naked and crying, on Facebook. It was awful. I was a laughing stock at school. Somehow, I became the "bad sex slut." 

I was taunted by both boys and girls. My parents couldn't show their faces at church, and they were totally disappointed with me. We had to move and start fresh. My father was able to get transferred here, and here I am." 

She stopped, and sobbed. I tried to touch her, but she pulled away. She continued, "So, I have trust issues. You seem like a nice guy, and I do feel we have something, but you also have this weird thing with Dana going on, and I'm just not sure. I'm just not ready to do anything more than just make out at this point and I don't know when, if ever, I will be ready for more." 

I was totally stunned by this, and really had no clue what to do. Even with her mascara running, she was very pretty, and clearly hurting, and I wanted to make her feel better. I said some comforting stuff, which was not particularly useful, and asked if I could hold her. 

She said no, and asked me to drive her home, which I did, in silence, except for the radio. "Don't come out of the car," she said when we got to her house. She pecked me on the cheek and left the car, hurrying toward the door.

I drove home, both concerned about Natalie, and a bit frustrated after our making out session on the couch. I got home and went on Facebook. I saw that Fred was online, so I messaged him. 

"What's up?" 

He responded, "Hanging with Emily." How'd the date with Natalie go?" 

"Great at first, but when we started to make out, she told me a pretty rough story about her last boyfriend and made me take her home," I said, sugarcoating the story to protect Natalie. 

"Sorry, dude," Fred responded. "Emily says, 'hi" and that I have to pay attention to her." 

"Later" I wrote, and closed the message box.

About 15 minutes later, I got a text from Dana. "I hear you were left high and dry by Natalie." 

I responded, "Does Emily call you every five minutes with information?" 

"No, only when she has something she thinks I would want to know." 

"You are scary," I wrote back. 

"You must be frustrated," she wrote, "want some company? Unless I'm too scary." 

"Why not?" I responded, "Why don't you come over here." 

"On my way," she wrote back. 

I thought, the night shouldn't be a total loss....

Dana showed up shortly after, carrying her purse and a larger bag. She was wearing a v neck shirt that just gave me a peek at her cleavage, and jeans. "If you don't mind, I figured I'd stay over, since our parents aren't home anyway." 

"I guess I don't mind," I said, joking. "By the way, I wonder what they are doing now." 

"Well, I told my mother a few things that you like, so that she could try them on your dad." 

I looked at her, shocked. She broke out laughing and said, "Just kidding. That would be gross." Dana was not dressed up, but I still wanted to rip her clothing off and fuck her right there, maybe bend her over the dining room table and do her from behind. I probably would always want to do that, but she seemed in no rush. I guess there wasn't a rush.

"Can I get a beer?" she asked, so I got her one. I was done with mine from before, so I got another. We sat on the couch and snuggled. 

"So," she asked, "what's the deal with Natalie? Reluctant virgin?" 

"No, but I'd rather not say," I said coolly, "it's private." 

She put her hand on my cock and gave me that look. "You know that I could probably get you to tell me everything," she challenged. 

I admitted, "you are probably right, but please don't." 

"I was just kidding," she said, and took a swig of beer. 

"You are hysterical tonight," I responded. 

I found something on TV to watch, and we sat there, just watching. Dana turned to me and said, "My feet are killing me. You guys are lucky that you don't have to wear heels. Would you rub them for me?" 

"Of course," I said, and she moved to the end of the couch, putting her feet in my lap. 

I had never really noticed her feet before, considering there was so much other good stuff to pay attention to, but they were nice. I rubbed and kneaded at them while we watched TV, and she signaled to me when I was hitting good spots by moaning softly. After a while, she pulled her feet off my lap and asked if I wanted her to do the same to me. I slid down to the other end of the couch and swung my feet onto her lap. She reciprocated on my big feet, and it felt amazing. 

I was really enjoying this time with Dana; we were having a good time, without any pressure to have sex right away. I guessed this was what having a girlfriend was like and I liked it. I liked the fact that it felt more like we were equals and not like she was the hot girl allowing the nerd to have sex with her—she had gone out of her way to come to me, which she didn't need to do. And yet, I still knew that Dana was not my girlfriend, and never would be. But that didn't mean we couldn't enjoy each other's company in ways other than just in bed.

I started to fall asleep on the couch, and Dana woke me up. "Let's go upstairs," she said. She grabbed her bags and we went to my room. I pulled her shirt over her head and saw that she was wearing a white, lacy bra, which I removed. I bent down, and started kissing her warm, fragrant breasts. As I did so, she dropped her pants and stepped out of them. I pulled off my shirt as she undid my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, which dropped to the ground. My boxers were tented over my hard on, and Dana pulled them down, releasing my cock. 

I stepped out of my shorts and pulled down her matching panties, so that she was also fully naked. I grabbed Dana around the waist and stood up, lifting her off the floor, and deposited her gently on the bed. I turned off the light, and we were in total darkness. I realized that we had always had some light on when we had sex, which I loved because it let me look at Dana's beautiful face and body. On the other hand, I realized that when she blindfolded me, I felt my other senses more keenly. I decided to leave the lights off this time. 

I found my way to the bed, and sensed where her body was. I put my hand out, and felt her breast. I rubbed it, first gently, then harder, and began to run my hands all over her body, spending extra time on her tits, her moistening vagina and clit. I gently stroked her face, and she sucked on my fingers. She reached out and found my hard cock, and began stroking it gently with her hands.

I lowered my face and found my nose on her flat, soft stomach. I could smell her sweet body smell, but also the muskiness of her pussy. I first kissed my way up until I got to the bottoms of her breasts. I paid attention to their texture and smell, the softness of her skin against my lips. I let my lips travel up until I felt the rougher, wrinkled skin of her nipple, and I teased it with my tongue and lips until it became hard in my mouth. I worked my way across her upper chest and down her other breast, again playing with her nipple. Dana reached for my head, and pressed it into her chest and I was overwhelmed by the smell and feel and taste of her. 

She kept touching my head as I continued down, kissing her underboob, and then down her torso to her hip bone. I moved left and stuck my tongue into her belly button. I inched downward, as her scent strengthened and I began to feel the soft skin above her pussy, with light stubble from where she had shaved. I pivoted my body over her leg, so that I was lying between her legs, with my face on her vulva. 

Dana bent her knees and spread herself open before me. I stuck my tongue into her, tasting the sweet metallic tang of her juices, which were flowing freely. I circled my tongue around her inner lips and she moaned with delight. I began to tease her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster until she clamped her thighs around my head, and bucked up and down. I slowed my pace, and she opened her knees, I reached my hand up and stuck three fingers into her slick hole and began to wiggle them, while using my tongue to stimulate her clit. 

Dana was moaning with pleasure, pressing her hips upward. I removed my hand, and using her natural lubrication, stuck a finger part way into her ass. She relaxed her sphincter and I pressed the finger in further, wiggling it for effect. She gasped and arched her back, pressing her pussy against my flicking tongue. I then kneeled on the bed, and supporting her hips with my hands, rammed my cock deep into her. 

Her shoulders and feet were pressing against the bed, and her back was arched as I kneeled before her, pounding away with my steel hard cock. The position allowed me to get very deep inside her. I was impressed by the strength that she showed, keeping her back arched like that. I kept thrusting and rubbing her clit until she started to buck her hips faster and faster until she yelled out, "oh my god," and shook. I came with a rush right after, and she dropped to the bed. 

I was still between her legs, so I lowered my face to her belly, then went up and sucked on her hard nipples until she shuddered with what seemed like a small orgasm. I rolled off of her and reached under her with an arm, pulling her close to me. I fully expected her to start gearing up for another round, but instead, I felt her breathing slow and become deep and steady. Dana was asleep in my arms, and I followed soon after.

SATURDAY

I was half asleep, dreaming that Dana was giving me a blow job. It was an incredibly realistic dream, and I was worried that I would cum in my sleep. Then, I realized that it wasn't a dream. I opened my eyes, and saw the top of Dana's head bobbing up and down on my erect penis. I could see her beautiful tan breasts hanging down, shaking as she bobbed. 

I reached down and gently touched her hair. She looked up at me with my cock in her mouth and smiled. Then she let it slip out, and said, "good morning," flashing me that look, which was even more erotic considering that the was naked, in my bed, and blowing me. She started licking my cock, teasing the tip and gently stroking my balls. This was a far better way of waking up than an alarm clock. 

The pressure began to build inside me, and, having just been awakened, I had little ability to resist. My cock began to twitch and my hips began to buck. Dana decided to put me out of my misery, and stuck my cock deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around until I came. She swallowed my load, then crawled on top of me, resting her head on my chest. I kissed her head and stroked her smooth back down to her round and beautiful ass. Her tits pressed against my chest as we lay there, quietly breathing in sync. I must have dozed back off, because I woke up with Dana still sleeping on top of me, a little drool leaking from her mouth onto my chest. Even so, she was hot.

I moved slightly, waking her up and she rolled off of my chest on to the bed. 

"Shower?" she asked, and I agreed. 

I looked out of the bedroom, and Sarah's door was still closed. We ran, naked, into the bathroom and I started the shower. We got in and felt the warmth of the water on our bodies. I started to soap Dana up, and rinsed the soap off of her spectacular body. In return, she soaped me up and rinsed me off. Not surprisingly, I became hard again. 

Dana faced me and lifted her right leg up until it rested on my shoulder. Again, her cheerleader flexibility amazed me. I was able to get my cock into her spread pussy, and we fucked, standing up, in that position until I came again. Dana cleaned herself again, and gently washed my cock and balls. I turned off the water and we left the shower, dried off and wrapped ourselves in towels to return to my room. 

As we dressed, I watched Dana's body disappear into her clothing. 




The Lake House Lessons 09



She said, "One other thing that Ariel told me about you is that you make great eggs. I'm starving." 

So we went to the kitchen and I made coffee, eggs and bacon. Dana and I ate at the table and I told her some ideas I had for my graduation speech. She had a few suggestions, which were pretty good. 

Sarah came down the stairs and said, "Good morning, Dana, I thought that was your car," Sarah looked at me quizzically and I shook my head. 

Dana responded, "Yeah, I came by late last night and Jack invited me to stay over. 

I decided to change the subject and asked Sarah if she wanted some eggs, which she did, so I began to prepare them. 

Dana and Sarah chatted away, and I wondered if Sarah had been anything like Dana when she was in high school. All I remembered was that she was pretty and popular. But was she the "queen bitch," as Dana put it? We finished breakfast and cleaned up. 

Sarah said to Dana—"did Jack tell you that I am having a small pool party and barbecue here tonight—your sister will be here—do you want to come, too? I assume Jack won't mind." 

I actually wasn't sure about that, because I had thought about inviting Natalie, but what was done was done. 

"Sure," Dana said, and Sarah gave her the details. 

"Can I ask Fred, and Emily and Gina, too?" I asked. 

"Why not, the more's the merrier. And you are going to be doing most of the barbecuing, anyway." 

"Oh really?" I asked with mock anger. 

"Really," Sarah said. 

"For you, anything, my dear sister" I responded with sham obsequiousness.

Dana decided it was time to go home, so she went upstairs to gather her things, and I went with her. After she got all of her stuff together, I pulled her close to me and gave her a big hug. I loved the way her body felt against mine. I kissed her and said, "Thanks for coming by. I'm glad you did." 

"Me too," she said, rubbing her crotch against mine. "You are really a great guy." 

"Thanks," I said, "you're not half bad yourself." 

She lightly punched me in the arm and turned to leave. As always, I enjoyed watching her ass as it swayed out the door and down the steps. She said goodbye to Sarah, pecked me on the cheek and left.

"O.K.," Sarah said, "details. How did you go out with Natalie, and end up having a sleepover with Dana?" 

I told her everything about my date with Natalie, and how it seemed to be going great, and then what happened. I told her Natalie's story, and where we left it. 

"That's awful," she said. "If someone did that to me, I wouldn't have moved, except to jail for killing the asshole that did that to me." And I thought she meant it. "Do you like Natalie?" Sarah asked. 

"I think so," I said. "And are you still going to want to see her, even if it means you might not get laid right away?" 

"I think so," I responded. 

"If you stop calling her, she will think that you were only interested in her for sex, you know." 

"You're right," I said. "I'll ask her out again." 

"Do you want to invite her to the party tonight?" 

"No," I said. "Not with Dana here. There is some sort of competitiveness between them, and I am willing to admit that if I am forced to choose between them, and trust me, Dana will make me choose, it will be hard not to go with Dana." 

"Careful," Sarah warned me, "you can't let Dana use sex, even if it is great sex, to control you." 

"I know," I responded, "but maybe just for a little while longer?" I laughed and Sarah grimaced and walked away.

I emailed Dana and thanked her for coming over, then texted Fred and invited him and Emily to the party. A little while later, he texted back that they would be there. I texted Gina, and she asked who else would be there. When I told her that Dana was coming, she told me that she was busy. She didn't return my next text. Sarah told me she was going out to buy supplies for the party. We discussed what to buy and she drove off.

I went upstairs and read the current draft of my speech. It was an angry attack on my classmates and the social structure of the school. I had forgotten that I even made an attack on Dana, although not by name. I needed to change that for obvious reasons. I realized that although I still believed a lot of what I wrote, it was too harsh and one sided. I saved the old draft, for laughs later, and began to edit it into something a little more positive and uplifting, without being sappy. 

I began to really get into it, and was only interrupted by when Sarah texted me to help her unload the car. She had bought chicken and burgers and hot dogs, buns, salads, chips, pretzels and salsa. She also had soda, a keg of beer, red plastic cups, a few bottles of tequila and a bag of limes. And a few bags of ice. We got a big bucket and iced the keg by the pool. I started marinating the chicken and then we set up the rest of the stuff. 

We had a few hours to kill before we needed to get serious, so I went upstairs and took a nap. My bed smelled of Dana, and sex, and I realized I needed to wash my sheets, but I wanted to fall asleep to that smell, so I decided to wait before stripping the bed and dropped off to sleep.

This time, my dream of getting a blow job was just a dream, and I woke up fully aroused, but was disappointed to see that I was alone. I looked at the clock and realized I needed to get up. I took a quick shower and put on a baggy swimsuit, a t-shirt and flip flops. 

When I got downstairs, Sarah was moving things around, getting ready. She was wearing a long t-shirt, and presumably a swimsuit underneath. Beth and Cara were also there, helping to set up, and were similarly dressed, each with a drink in her hand. I said hi to both of them, and kissed them each on the cheek. I busied myself with the meat, making sure that the grilling would go smoothly. I brought the condiments and buns outside, but figured I'd leave the meat in the cooler kitchen. I poured myself a beer from the keg and took a sip. Cold enough, I thought to myself. 

A few minutes later, Ariel and Dana showed up, and Dana had brought her overnight bag, which made me smile. They poured themselves beers and sat outside near the pool, with their towels. Ariel introduced me to Nigel, an English guy who seemed to be her date. I kissed Ariel on the cheek and Dana on the lips, telling Dana how great she looked, and went back to deal with the food. 

Sarah turned on the crappy music she liked and the party was underway. Sarah's friends started to show up, including some other people I recognized from high school, a few college friends who lived nearby, and a bunch of people that I didn't know, including a tall, handsome, blonde guy who seemed to be paying a great deal of attention to Sarah, who was flirting wildly with him. I would have bet a big number that he would be having breakfast with us in the morning.

After a while, Fred and Emily came in, holding hands. I got them drinks, and they went out to the pool to talk to Dana, who had taken off her coverup and was displaying herself in a very hot, very small, striped bikini. I noticed a couple of Sarah's male friends hovering around Dana and talking. I reminded myself that I could not be jealous, and that she could do whatever she wanted. She owed me nothing. I had more confidence with girls than I had two weeks before, but I didn't have enough confidence to demand that Dana choose me. Although I reminded myself that she had brought an overnight bag.

Sarah came over to me and suggested that I start the food, and introduced me to Steve, the blond guy who was after her. She told me that she had met him at a bar, and that he was going to be a senior at one of my future college's rivals. I was impressed by that, and was even more impressed when he told me he was on the hoops team. We chatted about basketball, and college. He seemed like a nice, smart guy, and for Sarah's sake, I hoped he was. 

I fired up the grill and brought out the food and some platters. I started cooking some chicken and burgers, and a few hot dogs. Food started to come off the grill, and it was taken as soon as I took it off. I made small talk with some of Sarah's friends as I cooked, including Steve, who was subtly pumping me for information about Sarah. It was fun. I loved to cook, there was no pressure, as long as I didn't burn anything, and Sarah's friends appreciated it. But it was hot in front of the grill. 

I was about to go get a drink, when I felt a cold cup being pressed against the back of my neck, cooling me. I turned around to see Dana standing there, scorchingly hot in her bikini, which was apparently designed to allow her breasts to sway alluringly, and to show off her beautiful, curvy hips and butt. She handed me the beer, and I drank about half of it right away.

"I don't see Gina anywhere," she noted. "I think I know a guy who would be good for her. He graduated from South last year, and goes to Dartmouth. Nice looking and a nice guy, but a little edgy. I was hoping to talk to her about him." 

"She really hates you," I replied. "When I told her you were coming, she told me she was busy." 

"That's too bad," she said. 

I needed to ask, "So, who were those guys you were talking to?" 

"Jealous?" she asked. 

"No," I lied unconvincingly. 

"Friends of friends of your sister. Why do I always attract assholes?" she asked, "present company excepted, of course." She laughed. "One guy, Jimmy, introduced himself and immediately asked me to go upstairs with him, figuring that I'd be dazzled by the fact that he was a college hockey player. The other guy, Nate, spent the whole time telling me how great he was in bed. Seriously, dude, show some discretion. I got up and came over here to see you." 

She took a hot dog, and began to eat it very slowly, which was remarkably sexy. After she finished, she asked, "How are you doing?" 

"Great," I said, sincerely. "This is nice and laid back. And I like helping out Sarah." 

"Cool," Dana responded. "See you later?" she asked. 

"Sure," I said, "I'm not going anywhere." 

She gave me her patented look, which I felt in my groin as she walked away, and I can guarantee I was not the only guy watching her ass.

I finished cooking, and decided to jump in the pool to cool off. The pool was filled with Sarah's friends, male and female, swimming, splashing around, making out and generally having fun. I said hi to Beth, who was surrounded by guys, in part, I assumed, because she was a little drunk and her huge tits were literally falling out of her top, and otherwise just chilled, alone in the deep end. 

But I was still nagged by Gina's pissy attitude, and I was annoyed that she blew the party off. When I cooled off, I left the pool, toweled off, got a beer and sat in a lounge chair to dry off. After a while, I felt dry enough to go inside. I started to watch TV as Sarah's friends drank, ate, talked, danced and generally enjoyed themselves. I didn't mind sitting alone. 

Fred and Emily came into the living room and sat down with me. 

"Having fun?" I asked. 

"Yeah," they responded. 

"Where's Dana? Emily asked. 

"I'm not sure. I saw her when I was cooking, but not since." 

We sat there for a while, until I said, "Fred, can I talk to you privately?" 

"Sure," he said. 

We went up to my room, like we had hundreds of times over the past few years. I saw Dana sitting on the stairs, talking to Ariel and Nigel, as we passed. She acknowledged me with a smile and touched my calf lightly as I walked past her. 

When we got into my room, I asked him, "What's the deal with Gina?" 

"You really don't know?" Fred responded. 

"All I know is that she seems pissed off at me all the time these days, and she seems to hate Dana, who I am really enjoying hanging out with." 

"You really don't get it, do you?" 

"Sarah said she thinks that Gina is jealous, and even Dana seems to think so, but I don't understand." 

"For a smart guy, you can be pretty dumb when it comes to women, despite your recent conquests," he shot back. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"God, Jack, Gina is in love with you and has been since like forever," he said, exasperated. 

"No fucking way," I protested. 

"Really," he said. "She always wanted to be with you—you guys were really best friends, you hung out together, talked about everything—I always felt like a third wheel." 

"Seriously?" I said. 

"Yeah. She always hoped that you would get together and be each other's' first." 

"Why didn't she say anything?" 

"Really, remember, you are talking about a socially awkward girl, and you." 

"I never noticed." 

"Of course you didn't," he said. 

"She told me that she had gotten her courage up and was going to tell you how she felt over Memorial Day weekend. She had even planned to get you alone and do it. Then you go off, have the big lake house weekend. She told me she felt betrayed, which she knew logically wasn't fair, but she couldn't help herself." 

"Great," I said. 

"Then, you rubbed her nose in it by becoming close with, and sleeping with, Dana—who she saw as the leader of the mean girls." 

"That makes sense, now," I admitted. 

"And then, you asked Natalie out, choosing a different smart girl over her." 

I was dumbfounded. I had totally missed the signs that were right in front of me and apparently had been for years. I sat down on the bed and tried to process this, hampered by the beer I had been drinking.

It hit me like a slap in the face. I really wanted to be with Gina. Even more than Dana. 

"Call her for me," I demanded of Fred, "she won't pick up if I call." 

Fred dialed his phone. I heard it ring a couple of times, and then she answered. 

"Don't hang up," he said. "Jack wants to talk to you." "Yes." "Yes, I told him." "Because he needed to know." "Yes." "O.K." He handed me the phone. 

"Gina," I said, "I'm sorry and I'm an idiot. I need to see you right now. Please meet me at the playground. We need to talk. Please?" 

"O.K.," she said. "See you there."

I tossed Fred his phone and ran out the door, down the stairs past Ariel and Dana, out of the house to my car. I drove to the playground. Gina and I used to come here all the time to sit on the swings and talk. We sometimes stayed for hours. We would walk from our houses, or ride our bicycles, and then our cars, until recently, when we somehow got out of the habit. 

It was pitch black, so I used my phone as a light to lead me to the swing. I sat down in the swing for the first time in a while, and began to swing back and forth, higher and higher, as I waited for Gina to arrive. I felt free, knowing that Gina liked me, and realizing that I felt the same way.

A few minutes later, I heard Gina's car arrive and saw her phone light lead her to the swings. I stopped swinging and sat on the swing. Gina walked over and stood in front of me. She was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts. She looked great to me. 

Before she could say anything, I said, "I am so sorry. I had no idea. I'm an idiot." 

She glared at me. "You are an idiot. I gave you every sign I could think of," she spat out. 

I responded, softly, "You should have known me better. Since when was I good at picking up signs from girls?" 

"True," she said. 

"I don't want to fight with you," I said, "I want to kiss you." 

I swung forward and opened my legs, and wrapped them around her waist. Surprised, she stumbled forward, and I gathered her with my legs, grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, and I felt a charge that I hadn't felt before, even with Dana. We kissed softly in the dark, then more passionately. I began to run my hands up and down her back as she held onto my neck. 

Somehow, she was able to swing her legs up, so that she was straddling me on the swing, my hardening cock pressing against my shorts and her crotch. It was tight, and felt good. I reached under her shirt, rubbing her back and kissed her neck. Gina began to move her hips, grinding herself against me as I unhooked her bra, then reached to her front and lifted it over her tits, still under her shirt. Her tits weren't huge, but they were a good size, and I rubbed them until I felt her small nipples harden. 

At this point, Gina was leaning away from me, allowing me access to her chest, holding on to the chains suspending the swing, grinding against me, and moaning with pleasure. I started to make the swing sway, and we rocked back and forth, hanging on the swing, my hands rubbing her tits. 

I said, "Gina, this is amazing. We could do it right here." 

She pulled herself up and looked me right in the eyes. "Do you really think that I want to have sex for the first time on a swing in the fucking playground? That may be something you would do with one of your fuck bunnies, but not me. O.K.?" 

As usual, I appreciated Gina's directness and lack of bullshit, although it was a bit harsh under the circumstances. 

"Then let's go back to my house—my dad's not going to be home." 

She asked, "Will Dana still be there?" 

"Maybe," I admitted. 

She smiled. "Good. I want her to see us together." 

I didn't realize that Gina was competitive in that way. I chose not to tell her that she was reminding me of Dana. We disengaged; Gina fixed her bra, and we walked toward the parking lot, my arm around her shoulders, her arm around my waist, holding our phones for light. We got to our cars and kissed. Gina told me that she needed to stop at her house and would meet me at mine. We kissed again, got in our cars and went our separate ways.

When I got home, the party was winding down. The music was off. A few people were in the pool, a few were sitting by the pool, a few were still making out. Sarah and Steve were beginning some cleaning up and finding excuses to touch each other. I didn't see Fred or Emily, or Dana, for that matter. Sarah saw me looking around. 

"Welcome back," she said, a little tipsy, her hair disheveled. "They are all gone. Fred told me why you went running out of here like a maniac. All good?" 

"All good," I said, smiling. "Gina will be here soon." 

"I always assumed you and she would figure it out," she said. 

"Then why didn't you say anything?" 

"I did, sort of, but clearly you weren't ready." 

"As usual, you were right, but I'm ready now." 

"Good," she said. 

"Did Dana say anything?" I asked. 

"No. She knew what was happening," 

Sarah started, but I interrupted—"She always does," 

"I know," Sarah said appreciatively. "Anyway, she was sad, but you don't have to worry about that one. She is tough, and will take care of herself." 

"I know," I said, but I have to ask—did she leave alone?" 

"You shouldn't care," she responded, "but yes, she and Ariel went home a while ago." 

I shrugged. 

"I'd be careful about talking about Dana around Gina," Sarah remarked. 

"It's funny," I said, "Gina said she wanted Dana to see us together." 

Sarah smiled and said, "I didn't realize she had that in her. Good for her." 

I started to help clean up, when Gina came through the door.

She had brushed out her hair and changed into a tight low cut shirt that showed off her cleavage, and yoga pants that hugged her ass. I wondered if Sarah had been involved in consulting again. Gina was smiling, and frankly looked incredible. I walked over and kissed her. 

Sarah said "hi, you look amazing."

I asked her if she wanted a beer or anything, and she declined. I could see her scanning the few remaining guests. 

Sarah saw that too, and said, displaying remarkable tact—"Emily and Fred left a while ago, and so did Dana. It's all my friends now." 

I saw a flicker of disappointment cross Gina's face. She looked at me and said, "Um, Jack, wasn't there something you wanted to show me in your room?" 

I could see Sarah crack a small smile as I responded, "Yeah, right. I need to show you that thing...." I took her hand and led her upstairs as I heard Sarah whispering animatedly to Steve.




The Lake House Lessons 09



We got to my room and closed the door. I turned off the ceiling light and put on the light on my night table. I stood in front of Gina and she tilted her head up, offering her lips, and I accepted, kissing her. We stood and kissed, and I reached under her shirt and began to rub her back. I could tell that she had changed her bra and was looking forward to seeing what she had chosen. I began to pull her shirt over her head, and she drew away from me and did it herself. 

She was wearing a black, lacy bra that contrasted with her pale skin and displayed her tits invitingly. I leaned in and nestled my face into their softness and began kissing and caressing them. I could feel her reaching behind herself and unhooking the clasp. I pulled back my head and removed the cups from her breasts, rubbing them in the process. Gina sighed, and I continued to kiss her breasts, teasing her dark areolas and small nipples as she moaned with delight. I pulled off my shirt and pressed her against me. She held me tight, resting her head against my chest and repeating my name softly. 

"Gina," I said, "you are beautiful."

I reached behind her and stuck my hands down the back of her yoga pants and grabbed her ass, pulling her toward me so that my hard cock was pressing against her crotch. I then began to pull her pants down, kneeling in front of her until she stepped out of them. My face was even with her matching black lace panties, and I kissed her outer lips through the filmy fabric. She gasped, and I pulled down the panties, revealing a wild, untamed bush of hair. I pressed my face into it, drinking in her scent.

I slowly kissed up her belly to her chest as I stood up, and she unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped the fly, pulling them to the floor, then pulling down my boxers, displaying my rigid cock. 

She looked at it and said, "The rumors are true, I guess. That's big." 

"Thanks," I said. "It's not like I did anything to get it, but I hope you like it." 

"It is beautiful," she said, reaching out and grabbing it gently with her hands.

I led her to the bed and indicated that she should lie on her back. I kneeled next to her and began to kiss her head, her face and her mouth with increasing passion. I moved down to her neck and breasts, kissing and caressing them until she was sighing and writhing with pleasure. I reached down and began to gently rub her pubic hair, feeling her wetness. I began to trace her outer and inner lips with my finger, lightly brushing her clit, but not penetrating. 

She was breathing harder, moaning and sighing and moving her hips. I rolled myself over her leg so that I was between them, and she spread her knees wide, allowing me to press my face into her crotch. Using my tongue and lips, I lightly teased her, flicking my tongue into her and then using it to rub her clit. She was writhing and bucking her hips, so I increased my pace and pressure on her clit. She was pressing my head into her as she flailed wildly against my head. I kept going faster and harder until she yelled my name and dropped her ass to the bed. But I didn't stop. I kept going and going, despite the stiffness in my neck, until she had a second body shaking orgasm, which ended in her giggling. I kissed my way back up to her erect nipples, which I kissed, causing more giggles.

"Should I put on a condom?" I asked. 

She looked at me and whispered--"My mother put me on the pill in 9th grade," she said, spreading her legs wide. 

I took my throbbing cock and positioned it just in her juicy hole, and slowly pressed forward. I slid in easily, and she took my entire length with only a few sighs of pleasure, and none of pain. She locked her ankles around my calves and pressed against me. I was determined to take it slowly, and just ground my pubic bone against her clit, causing her to grind back against me. I gradually withdrew my cock half way, then pressed it back in. I slowly began to rhythmically thrust in and out, and she met me with her hips. I tried to keep a slow tempo, but I progressively began to increase the speed as my fervor increased. 

I had a new feeling, an emotional connection with Gina that I hadn't felt with anyone, even Dana, and it made the sex feel incredible, even though, objectively Gina was neither as beautiful nor experienced as Dana. Eventually, I was pounding away as fast as I could, and Gina was able to keep up with me, digging her fingers into my back. We were both panting and gasping with the effort and the passion until Gina threw her head back and yelled as I shot my cum deep inside her. 

"Oh my god, Jack, that was amazing," she repeated. "Oh my god. I want to keep doing that, with you," she said, laughing. 

I rolled off of her and held her close. "That was the best," I said. "Absolutely the best." 

We lay there, holding each other. Gina started to kiss my neck and stroke my chest, which felt great, and she reached down and began to stroke my limp, slick cock until it stiffened again. Gina swung her leg over me and slid my growing cock inside her. She laid down on top of me, her tits pressing against my chest and began lifting and lowering her hips. I reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks and held on as she pumped up and down. We kissed while we moved in sync, and I felt pleasure in every part of my body. Gina began to breathe heavily and grunt as she was doing most of the work on top, and I felt her vaginal muscles contract around my cock, which pushed me to climax. Gina stopped moving and lay on top of me as our breathing slowed.

I was very happy. My best friend and I were now lovers, and the only thing that nagged at me was that we could have been doing this for years had either of us had the guts to confront our feelings for each other. On the other hand, I thought to myself, I'm not sure whether I would have been ready for any kind of relationship with Gina had I not experienced the personal, and sexual, growth of the past couple of weeks. 

One of the many things I had learned from my tutors was not to be shy about asking questions, so I asked Gina, "This was your first time, right? Shouldn't there be some pain or blood or something?" 

"Really?" she responded, with a hint of her usual tartness, "you must know that most women's hymens are broken before their first time. I never could have survived high school without my vibrator, so, yeah, yours is the first penis that has ever been there, but not the first thing ever." 

Her typical frankness was refreshing and we cuddled until I began to doze off.

I woke with a start. Gina was getting dressed quickly. 

"It's four o'clock in the fucking morning," she hissed. "My parents are going to kill me." 

I jumped out of bed, threw on some sweatpants, kissed her and walked her to the door. We kissed again, and she ran out to her car. I looked around. The house was dark and still pretty messy from the party. Some random guy was crashed on the couch. I went back up to bed, but before I went to sleep, I texted Gina "We really should have done this sooner. You are the best. I hope your parents let you slide. Let me know." I even used the heart smiley face for the first time ever. 

A little while later she texted back, "Whatever they do to me, it was worth it." 

And the heart smiley face.



The Lake House Lessons 10



Sunday

Gina's parents were more vigilant than my Dad, or Dana's mom, for that matter, and grounded her for a week, except for the night of graduation. Of course, they weren't home during the day, so that wasn't going to really stop us, although we weren't able to see each other on Sunday. We texted, and spoke on the phone regularly, except when I was talking to Fred, who was very happy for us, and relieved that he wasn't going to be stuck between Gina and me anymore. 

I told Gina that I wanted to tell Dana about us, and was going to see if she would meet me at the coffee shop. 

"I'm torn about that, Jack," she said. "On one hand, I know what kind of power she seems to have over you, so I'm worried that she will try to lure you away from me. On the other hand, I love the idea that you are going to tell Dana Angelo to her face that you have chosen me over her." 

I paused before responding. "We have always been honest with each other, right?" I asked. 

"Yeah," she responded." 

"And I see no reason not to keep being honest now," I started. 

"Meaning?" Gina asked. 

"Meaning that I am telling you not to worry about Dana. You are all I want, and she will have to respect that." 

"O.K.," she said, "but there is more, right?" 

"Yeah. Dana is my friend now, and I want you to stop bitching about her." 

Gina was silent for a few seconds before responding, "I think I can do that. Don't expect that I will want to hang out with her, but I'll try not to be so pissed at her. Under the circumstances, I can be gracious, I guess." 

"Thanks," I said. She responded, "But if I find out that you are messing around with her behind my back, I will kill both of you." 

"You have nothing to worry about," I repeated.

Dana agreed to meet me at the coffee shop, and I got there before her, ordered a latte and sat down at a corner table. She breezed in a few minutes later. I was wondering how she was going to dress for this, whether she would use her substantial assets to try to manipulate me, and was happy to see that she dressed down, in a t-shirt and jeans, with dark sunglasses that made her look glamorous. She couldn't help but be gorgeous, but she wasn't trying to turn the heat up on me. 

She ordered an iced coffee, kissed me on the cheek and sat down across from me, taking off the sunglasses so that I could see her brown eyes. I felt a slight tingle watching her put the straw between her soft, full lips, but I was certain that was no more than any heterosexual male would have felt. 

Before I could say anything, she said, "I know about you and Gina, and I'm happy for you." 

"Thanks," I said. She continued, "I called it, didn't I?" 

"You did," I admitted. "You knew me better than I knew myself." 

Dana said, "Some people are good at physics, others are good at observing people." 

"I guess so," I responded. 

She said, "I still want us to be friends, but I understand that you will be spending most of your time with Gina, and I am not going to get in your way. She does seem right for you." 

"Can I ask you why you are being so nice about this? What about 'I always want you to choose me?'" I asked. 

"Jack, I really like you, and I'm really attracted to you, I think you know that," she started, "and I think that our relationship has moved from just a sex for physics deal to a real friendship. I have had too many asshole boyfriends already and when I met you, I realized I really wanted a hot guy who was also nice to me, like you. I intend to keep looking until I find that guy. That's why I thought I made it clear that I wanted you to choose me over another girl who you just wanted to sleep with, but I expected that you would find someone that you had a special connection with. That is why I encouraged you to pursue Natalie, and told you I thought that Gina was a better choice for you. And why I continued to see other people. I figured, if one of us thought we found that special person, then we would know it, and I see that you have with Gina. I know that you are attracted to me but if you have feelings for Gina strong enough for you to actually tell me that you won't see me anymore, then I am getting out of your way, because you deserve to see if she really is that one for you. And you have shown incredible class telling me to my face. I respect and appreciate that. I'll always be there for you, if you need a friendly face to talk to, or someone to vent to."

With that, she finished her coffee, stood up, kissed me on the top of my head and walked out before I could respond. I, along with most of the male patrons of the coffee shop, watched her walk out. I was happy that it had gone so smoothly, but was a little sad that I probably never would see her naked again, never have sex with her again. But I had Gina, now, and that was a wonderful thing.

I went home and told Sarah what had happened, and she was encouraging. I went to my room and alternated between tweaking my graduation speech, screwing around on the computer and talking to Gina. I bounced some speech ideas off of her, and she helped me tighten my message, although we didn't agree on everything. But we never did.

Dad came home pretty late, and he looked relaxed and happy. He told us that he had a great time with Mrs. Angelo, and that he expected to be seeing more of her. We were encouraging. 

I told him about what happened with Dana, and Gina. 

"Really?" he said, "a few weeks ago, you hadn't gone out on any dates, and now you are bouncing from girl to girl. Just be careful," he said. 

"I will," I responded. 

Sarah said that she was just starting to see Steve, and that he seemed like a good guy. 

Dad said, "It all sounds great, I just want you both to be happy."

Sarah replied, "And we want you to be happy, too."

Monday

I woke up at about 10 on Monday, had breakfast and emailed my draft speech to Sarah and Dad, asking them for their thoughts, because I had to send it in by 2 for review. 

Dad responded pretty quickly, "Great speech, I think you hit the right tone, and show growth and maturity." He made a few minor suggestions to the text. 

Sarah got out of bed at 11, and I asked her to look at the speech. She generally liked it, suggesting that I tone down some of the angrier parts, add some more positives, and she even suggested a pretty good joke. I made the changes and sent it to the principal.

At noon, Gina called me and said that her parents were gone, so I could come over. She couldn't leave, in case they called the home phone to check on her, so I got in my car and drove to her house. Gina's parents both had high paying jobs, and her house was modern and spacious. 

She met me at the door, uncharacteristically dressed in a tank top and shorts, displaying her formerly secret cute body and making me immediately excited. We kissed, deeply, and went immediately to her room. Instead of getting into bed, she sat down at her desk, in front of her laptop, and asked me to come over to see the screen. 

Rather than pull over the other chair in her room, as had done for years when we worked on projects and homework together, I stood behind her, put my arms on her shoulders and rested my chin on her head, smelling the faint scent of her shampoo. 

"I've been doing some research," she said, pulling up a sex instruction website on her screen. She continued, "There are lots of things we can do to make sex better, and I've started a list of things I want to try." 

I kissed her head and said, "That is just like you, I guess I just figured we would do what felt right." 

"Yeah," she responded, "but why not learn from experts?" 

I didn't say that I thought I already had, instead saying, "O.K., that makes sense. So, let's try something off your list."

She stood and turned to face me, and we kissed, undressing each other as we did, until we were naked, her nicely shaped breasts and full bush facing me and my hard cock. 

We got into the bed, and Gina said to me, "I've been reading up on fellatio, and I hope you don't mind if I try some stuff out." 

"What do you think?" I asked. 

She grabbed my shaft with her small hands and placed her mouth over the throbbing tip of my cock. She plunged as much of it as she could fit into her mouth, and used her hands to rub the now lubricated shaft while twirling her tongue around the head. She was making me crazy, and my hips started to writhe as I moaned with pleasure. Then, Gina began to slowly kiss and lick her way down the shaft until she reached the bottom of my cock. 

She continued down, kissing my balls and scrotum gently before easing one of my balls into her mouth. She gingerly sucked on my ball while continuing to use her hands to rub my twitching cock. She switched to the other ball, and gave it the same treatment before kissing her way from the root to the tip of my cock. I was close to exploding, but held it together. 

Gina then positioned herself over my cock and, gradually took me into her mouth and throat, gagging a little, but not stopping, until I was about half way in. She then, inch by inch, withdrew my shaft, looked at me, licked her reddened, slick lips and said, "You are too big for me to get you down my throat now, but I intend to keep working at it until I can, O.K.?" 

I nodded, and panted, "Yes, yes." 

Without saying another word, she took me into her mouth again and inched me further down her throat, her lips and tongue playing with my cock until I couldn't hold back any more. 

I said, "I'm going to cum," and she began to suck harder and move her mouth up and down until I shot my load down her throat. She gasped, and gagged slightly, but swallowed it all, and continued to suck my softening cock until I was done. 

"That was unbelievable," I said, when I could speak again. 

"So, my research paid off?" she said, smiling. Then, sort of to herself, she said, "it tasted about like what the article said. Not bad." Then to me she said, "Do you prefer it if I swallow, or not?" 

"Well," I said, "swallowing is great, if you are O.K. with that. Sometimes it is hot to cum on your face or tits." 

She thought about that a little, and said, "O.K., we can try that sometime. I'm not sure I get it, but if you find it hot, I could probably go for it." 

I smiled, thinking how Gina was the same, logical, girl even when it came to sex. On the other hand, I appreciated the fact that she wanted to try new things, and seemed pretty open to anything.

I motioned for her to come up and cuddle with me, and we lay in her bed, and I felt her warm body pressing against mine. After a time just lying there, idly stroking each other, I asked her if there was anything else on her list that she wanted to try. Remarkably, she got out of bed and went to her laptop. 

As she bent over it, I got a great look at her surprisingly cute ass and got a glimpse of her pussy from between her thighs. I felt my cock stiffen with desire and I decided to surprise her as she read her notes. I crept out of the bed and quietly walked behind her as her eyes were locked on the screen. I slowly inched my cock between her thighs, and as she turned around to say something to me, I plunged it into her, causing her to gasp, and brace herself against the desk with her hands. 

Rather than resist, she spread her legs and tilted her ass up at me to provide a better angle, and I began to thrust against her, moving at a leisurely pace as she began to press back against me. I bent over her, and reached my right hand around her and massaged her clit as I continued to pump away. Her ass began to wiggle and her breathing became harder and harder as I sped up my pace until I came hard into her and she let out a small yell and snapped her head back. She bent back over the laptop until I had removed my cock from her. She stood up and turned to me, with a happy smile on her face, nipples hard, pubic hair matted, and said, "That was actually on my list, and it was pretty fantastic." I smiled at her and kissed her hard, holding her tightly against my chest.

I suggested that we take a shower together, and she agreed, pointing out that doing that was actually very high on her list. We went into the bathroom and turned on the water. When it got hot, we entered the stall, which was pretty large. I let Gina go under the water first, and enjoyed watching the water flow over her compact curves. When she was done, I soaked myself under the hot spray. Grabbing the soap, I lathered Gina up, paying special attention to her breasts and pussy, which she seemed to enjoy. Before rinsing off, she rubbed her soapy body against mine, then rinsed off, took the soap and began to lather me up. She used her slick, soapy hands on my cock until it was hard. 

I noticed that there was a small bench in the shower, which held some bottles of shampoo, conditioner and other shower stuff, so I sat down, my cock pointing up in the air. Gina followed my lead, and positioned her crotch over my throbbing rod and carefully lowered herself on to me until I was fully inside her. She bounced up and down on my shaft as the hot water pounded against her back and ass, flowing down my legs. I found my hips beginning to move in sync with her, and I grabbed her breasts and massaged them as she sped up her pace. She came with a shudder, and I followed shortly after. 

She sat on my lap, resting her head on my shoulder as she recovered. Then she stood up and cleaned herself off and turned to me, saying, "I understand that men prefer bare vulvas, what you think?" 

I had learned enough to know that whatever I said, I needed to do it without insulting her. I thought for a second and said, "Your body is perfect in my mind and I have no problem with your hair just the way it is." 

"Thanks," she said, "I appreciate that, but would you like it better if I shaved." When I didn't answer immediately, she said, "O.K., then, let's shave it off together." 

I stood up from the bench and she sat down, opening her legs and tilting her hips. I noticed, for the first time, that there was woman's shaving cream and a disposable razor on the bench. Gina shook the can and released a little lather into her hand, which she spread over her crotch. She handed me the razor and said, "Be careful." I knelt down and gingerly began to scrape away her pubic hair. She took the razor back from me and removed some more, and we alternated until she shaving cream was gone, and most of the hair. Gina finished the job, and I was staring at her beautiful smooth, shaved pussy. 

I had no choice but to kiss it, and when I did, she pressed my head into her, so I began to lick her, the taste of her juices mixed with the faint, soapy taste of the shaving cream. She was aroused quickly, and as I licked, kissed and nibbled her, I felt her shiver and cum. 

She stroked my head for a few seconds and then stood up, saying, "We'd better get out before we use up all of the water." 

She rinsed herself off and made sure the hair and cream went down the drain before leaving the shower. I grabbed her ass quickly and stepped out, myself. We dried off and went back to her room. Gina got dressed, and I followed suit. 

She led me downstairs, and we had some water before sitting down in front of the TV to watch one of our favorite shows. Unlike the last time we watched it, Gina cuddled next to me, and I gently caressed her arm, neck and hair as we watched. We had a brief "argument" about one of the plot points, as usual, but this time ended it with a kiss. I realized how great this was, and didn't want it to end, but she sent me home, because she needed to make sure her parents didn't know I was there. We kissed again, and I left.

I went home and took a long swim and had a nap on the couch. When I woke up, Sarah was in the kitchen with Steve. They were eating chips and drinking a beer. They offered me a beer, and I joined them. We chatted about nothing much, and I told them that I had been at Gina's. We ordered in pizza, and the three of us ate and watched some baseball. Dad grabbed a cold slice when he came home from work, and we spent a quiet night before going to sleep. Tomorrow night was my high school graduation. It was still hard for me to believe.

Tuesday

I got out of bed early on Tuesday. Although the graduation ceremony was not until the evening, I was excited. Plus, my aunts and uncles and cousins were coming from out of town, so I needed to be ready for them. My father's brother, Ted was a funny guy, and his wife, Aunt Mary was great. They had two kids, Bobby, who was 12, and Tara, who was 10. My mother's sister, Jennifer, and her husband Will, were also great, and they were a huge help to Dad and us when Mom died. They had a daughter, Brooke, who was going to be a junior in college, and she was coming, too. 

Before all of the craziness was going to start, I took a swim and shower and put on casual clothing. I called Gina, and we agreed that we needed to stay home with our families, but would see each other at graduation. I checked my email, and saw that the principal had made a few, minor edits to my speech, so I printed it out and put it in a safe place. Sarah woke up, and we made sure that the house looked O.K. and waited for the family to show up.

My phone vibrated, and it was not, as I expected, Gina, but a text from Dana. 

"Hey," she wrote, "hope all is good with G. Big party tonight at Dennis' house. You guys should come. Starts at 10." 

I texted back, "will check with G, F and E. Thanks." 

She responded, "E and F coming. Hope you can, too. Looking forward to your speech tonight." 

Dennis was a guy in our class whose parents had a huge house, where, I understood, wild parties were common. I was pleased that Dana seemed not to be hostile to me and Gina, and I thought it might be fun, so I called Gina. 

"Hey," I said, "there's a party tonight at Dennis' house. Fred and Emily are going. Want to go, too?" 

"I guess so," she said, unenthusiastically. I pointed out that it might be the only time we would have together away from our families today, and that it would be fun for us to be seen as a couple. I didn't specifically point out that Dana would be there to see us, but I knew that Gina was too smart not to catch my inference. She agreed to go with me. Recognizing that I was more likely to drink too much, she offered to pick me up and drive to the party. I agreed, and described, in detail, a few things that I had been thinking about doing to her next time we were alone. 

"A few of those are on the list," she said, laughing, "But I will add the others when we get off the phone." 

I laughed, said goodbye and ended the call.

At about 3, Ted and Mary and their kids showed up. After the obligatory kisses, Mary looked at me and said, "I almost didn't recognize you---you look like you have grown a foot since last year."

"About 6 inches," I said. 

The kids wanted to jump in the pool, so Uncle Ted went to their car, brought back their swimsuits and sent them off to change. Sarah offered the adults drinks, and we sat outside by the pool, watching the kids cavort in the water, and talking. About a half hour later, Jennifer, Will and Brooke arrived. I didn't have to explain my height to them, because we were friends on Facebook, and they had seen some pictures. 

It was always a little hard seeing Aunt Jennifer, because she looked a lot like Mom, but after the initial discomfort, I got over it. Jennifer and Will took beers, and said that Brooke could have one, too. I knew from Facebook that Brooke was very pretty, and seeing her face to face after a few years made it clear that her pictures didn't do her justice. You could tell that she and Sarah were related. 

We all sat outside by the pool until Dad came home. Everybody hugged, and talked happily, occasionally telling some embarrassing story about me as a kid. The relatives gathered their stuff and went to the hotel to change, and we cleaned up, and got ready to go to the ceremony. Knowing that I would be sitting under a hot gown, I put on a polo shirt and khakis, and we left for the school. We planned a family dinner for after the ceremony, back at the house (Sarah had arranged for a nice catered meal so that we wouldn't have to go to a crowded restaurant). Dad and Sarah went in one car, I went separately, so that I didn't have to rush home after the graduation was over, and they could come home and get dinner ready.




The Lake House Lessons 10



It was a great day for me, but I'm sure that it was similar to every other graduation in the country. The orchestra played, there were speeches and the graduating class filed slowly across the stage to get diplomas. 

Gina's graduation speech was still pretty angry and political, but she always was pretty hardcore. I had toned mine back significantly. I talked about how high school had two major parts—what you learned in class, and what you learned outside of class. I noted that being valedictorian meant that I was good at the academic side, but that I was lousy at the social side, which meant that I was left out of the social mainstream. I did cast some blame on the people who enforced the rigid caste system that we had, but ended by saying that I learned a lot over the past few weeks. I admitted that one thing I learned was that I had to bear some of the responsibility for my social ostracism, but that if all of us challenged our assumptions about each other, and opened our minds to each other's different talents, we would all be better and happier. 

I said that this new attitude made it possible for me to enjoy the end of school, to become very close with some of my prior antagonists (which led to some hooting from some of the guys, who understood that I was referring to Dana), and to finally see that I had missed something special that had been hiding in plain sight in front of my eyes (which led to some "aaahing" from some of the girls, and more hooting from the guys because the gossip about how I had started seeing Gina, and stopped hooking up with Dana had quickly made the rounds). The speech went over well, and I'm guessing that there haven't been many valedictory speeches at the school that worked in subtle references to girls that the valedictorian had fucked, but who knows.

After the thing was over, everybody was milling around the school lobby, congratulating each other. I noticed that Dad and Linda (as I had begun to call Mrs. Angelo) were together, and I went to them, and received congratulations from them, and from Ariel, who snuck in a little friendly grab of my ass when she hugged me. Dana came by, and we hugged and congratulated each other. 

I saw Gina and her family, but they were on the other side of the room, and were busy with her apparently very large extended family. This went on for a while, and Dad and Sarah, and my relatives all left. I worked my way over to Gina, gave her a small kiss and spoke briefly with her parents, who I had known for years, and met a large number of aunts, uncles, cousins, and one grandmother. 

"I need to go to dinner," I said. 

"See you later," she responded, kissed me and turned back to her family.

When I got home, I was surprised to see Linda, Ariel and Dana at the house along with my family. I found Sarah and asked her why they were there. 

"Dad invited them. They don't have any other family here, so he invited them." 

"You must have known in advance, to order food," I hissed. 

"Of course, but I didn't want to say anything, to make sure you weren't upset before the ceremony. I didn't want to make you worry." 

"I'm O.K., I guess, and thanks, but I better tell Gina." 

"Good idea," she said. 

I called Gina and explained, and she seemed cool with it. I had worried for nothing. Dinner was great, and we had wonderful conversations. I noticed that Brooke and Dana were talking like old friends. At one point, Aunt Jennifer cornered me, and asked whether I was seeing anybody. 

I told her about Gina, and she said, "We worried about you, you always seemed so shy, so I'm glad that you found someone." 

By the time that Gina texted me that she was outside, I had had a couple of beers and was feeling great. I asked her to come in, and introduced her to everyone. She looked very pretty, in a tight dress that hugged her previously hidden curves. 

Dana, sounding sincere, told her that she looked great and asked for a ride to the party, and Gina agreed easily. Maybe, I thought, they will be able to get along. 

I got into the passenger seat and Dana got into the back. It was a bit awkward, but Dana kept the conversation going as we drove, talking about the graduation, and filling us in on gossip, mostly about people we really didn't care about. We approached Dennis' house, which was in the fanciest part of town, and pulled as close as we could. 

The house was enormous. Our house was pretty big, but this made it look like a shack. The party was already raging, and there were kids packing the lawn. Dana regally strode through the crowd, clearly reveling in what was likely the last party of her high school reign. Soon, she would be off to college, and some other pretty, tough girl would slide into her position of power. We followed in her wake, my arm around Gina's shoulders. 

A few half drunken guys yelled, "Great speech" to me and high fived me as we walked by. We got to the house and found beers. 

"Let's see if Fred and Emily are here," I said.

As we walked through the house, the post-graduation celebrating was getting serious. People were drinking, eating pieces of 6 foot hero, and making out. We walked to the back and saw a pool at least twice the size of ours, with a waterslide and a pool house. The pool was filled with shirtless guys, some girls who were totally dressed, their soaked tops plastered to their bodies, and even a few girls in their bras and panties. Music was blasting and everyone seemed to have a cup or beer bottle in their hand and was having fun. I saw Fred and Emily sitting in a lounge chair, and went to say hi. They were sharing the chair, and making out. There was an empty chair next to them, and Gina and I sat down together. I leaned in to kiss her soft lips, and before you knew it, we were making out on the chair. After a while, though, Gina wanted to stop and look for a more private spot, which I wholly agreed with. 

The place was crowded, but there was a gentle grassy incline that led to a wall. There were couples all over the grass, and we found a spot and lay down, with my arm around Gina. It was a comfortable, clear night, and we looked at the stars. Being who we were, we began to point out constellations and stars to each other. It was very relaxing lying there with Gina, and we kissed a little. 

"Let's not do too much now," she suggested. "I'm not comfortable with all of these people around. Having sex outside is on the list, but not like that," she said, gesturing down the hill a way, where a couple appeared to be screwing, oblivious to the people watching them. 

"That's fine," I said, "we have nothing but time starting tomorrow." 

We quietly lay there, listening to the pounding of the music and the indistinct sound of people talking. After a while, I decided I wanted a beer, and we walked back into the house. In the interim, the party had gotten wilder as the guests got drunker. There had been a small fight, and I saw one girl, her shirt torn exposing her bra, crying, her mascara running down her face as her friends tried to comfort her. I also saw Dana, sitting on the couch, with a guy I recognized as having graduated from North the year before. He had his arm around her and she was nestled into his armpit, drinking a beer. I felt almost nothing.

I turned to Gina and said, "Let's get out of here." 

"Why?" she asked, "You were the one who wanted to go to the big blowout parties." 

"I guess I wanted to be invited, but really, I don't know most of these people. I'd rather just spend the time with you." 

I texted Sarah, "what's going on at the house?" 

She responded, "Nothing. Everyone is gone, Dad is in bed (alone) and Steve and I are about to go to bed ourselves." 

"Thanks," I responded. I turned to Gina and said, "My house is quiet now. Want to go back there and take a swim, we could cross that item we just discussed off of your list?" 

"The pool, hmm," she said, thinking. "I think that might cross two items off the list." 

We drove back to my house and quietly went to the pool. It was dark, except for the moonlight and I kept the lights off for privacy. We stripped naked and silently entered the water. I could see Gina's silhouette and its compact curves began to arouse me. After swimming around in the dark, we met and embraced, kissing and holding each other, feeling the warmth of our bodies. I was standing and the water was up to my chest. I was holding Gina above the water and she wrapped her legs around me, pressing her bare crotch against my stiffening cock. She reached down and guided me inside her warm pussy. We stood there not moving until Gina pulled her hips back and began to quietly move back and forth on my cock. I was able to press back, and we were swaying together, just our hips moving. 

Gina began to breathe harder, and pressed her mouth against my shoulder to muffle her sounds, and I buried my mouth in her hair to do the same. We moved faster and faster, trying to keep quiet, but beginning to cause some splashes until I came insider her. She bit my shoulder and sighed quietly, but strongly, as she reached her own climax. We stayed in that position as my cock slid out of her and I rocked her gently. 

Gina let go of my neck and leaned back and I slowly released her into the water. I could make out the outline of her face, breasts and abdomen in the silver moonlight until she released her legs and backstroked away. I chased her, as silently as I could, until I caught her and we kissed again. 

"It's getting late," she said, "I should go home." 

We left the pool into the chilly air. I found some towels and we dried off and put our clothing back on. We kissed goodnight and Gina went home.

A month or so later

Gina and I spent much of the next month or so exploring each other, both sexually and intellectually. We crossed off most of the things on Gina's list, and added a few as we went along, before crossing them off. I had had a crash course in sex, but it had all been "no strings attached," until I started dating Gina. I hadn't had a relationship and all of that entailed, and it turned out to be harder than I had expected. After the first couple of weeks, we started to find ourselves bickering. 

I became annoyed with Gina's sometimes excessively logical attitude toward almost everything, including our sexual activities, which, while interesting and adventurous, sometimes felt too thought out. I probably annoyed her just because I didn't always agree with her. Before we were a couple, that tension and back and forth were part of what made our relationship fun, but afterwards, it often led to hard feelings and recriminations. Plus, I knew that she was constantly jealous of me, without any basis at all, because of her insecurities. 

It all came to a head when we decided to go to the movies, to see a French romance. Gina looked great, and all was going well when we got to the theatre. Gina waited on the short line while I got us popcorn. It wasn't crowded, so I walked up to the counter. The girl serving me was cute, although she was wearing a bit more makeup than I found attractive. Her uniform was overly tight against her substantial chest, and it was unbuttoned far enough to show more than a hint of cleavage. Her name tag said: "Missy". I ordered a large popcorn and two bottles of water. 

Missy looked at me and asked, "Is your name Jack?" 

I said, "Yes. And you are Missy, right?" 

She laughed, pointed at the name tag above her left breast, and said, "Very funny." She continued, "You just graduated from North, right? I'm going to be a junior next year." 

"Great," I said, "good luck." 

She smiled at me again, and tossed her light brown hair. I thought I recognized her as one of the slutty looking underclassmen I sometimes saw smoking cigarettes in the woods behind the school. 

"Here's your popcorn and water," she said, handing them to me, with some napkins, then said, "and if you would like to pop my corn, give me a call." 

Even after all that I had heard and done in the past few weeks, I was flustered at her directness to essentially a stranger, and just stared at her. 

"That will be $9.50," she said, and as I reached for my wallet, she continued, running her tongue over her bright red lips. "Of course, I prefer corn on the cob. I like to start eating at one end and very slowly work my way to the other end, then back and forth until I am left with an empty cob and butter smeared all over my face, you know?" 

"No, I don't," I said, "and I have a girlfriend." 

"I don't care," she said, and handed me my change. I walked away.

When I got back to Gina, she was seething. "I saw you flirting with that girl," she said, in a low harsh voice. 

"No, I wasn't," I responded, firmly. 

"Don't lie to me," she demanded, and I responded, "I'm not. She came on to me in kind of a bizarre way, and I completely shot her down. I told her I had a girlfriend and wasn't interested." 

"Then why did she write her phone number on this fucking napkin?" Gina said, loudly, pointing to a napkin that clearly had "Missy" and her phone number written on it. 

"I didn't even notice that," I said, pointing out, "Would I be so stupid to leave it out in the open for you to see if I knew it was there?" 

Gina said, in a very hard tone, "I have seen how a set of big breasts can make your brain melt, so I don't know." 

I paused, and thought hard about what I was about to say, but I was so angry at Gina's refusal to trust me that I decided to let fly. "So, this is all really about Dana, isn't it?" I spat out. "I have barely seen her since we started going out, and most of those times were with you. I have done nothing to violate your trust with her or anyone." 

She replied, "I can't believe that. I know that you miss fucking that bitch, and I know that she leads you around by the balls." 

"This is bullshit," I said, as the other theatre patrons continued to move away from us, "I don't want to be with her, I wanted to be with you. I don't want to be with Missy the popcorn girl, I want to be with you." I was seething, and noticed that half of the popcorn was on the floor around me. Gina was near tears. "Let's get the fuck out of here," I demanded and turned for the exit. 

Gina followed me and we silently walked to the car, and I drove her home in silence. We didn't kiss goodnight, and as I drove home, I was furious.

The next day, Gina came over to my house, and we talked. We decided that despite the great sex, our relationship was destroying our friendship, and that we were probably not ready for a relationship with each other now. We agreed to try to stay friends, and see what happened when we went to college. We hugged, and had a last, chaste, kiss before Gina turned and went home.



The Lake House Lessons 11



A Week and a Half Later 
Saturday

After Gina and I broke up, I was a little down, and Dad wanted to cheer me up and do something fun before Sarah and I left for college. He wanted to go to the lake house for a long weekend, and asked Sarah and me if we would be O.K. if he invited Linda, Ariel and Dana. Sarah was fine with it, and asked if Steve could come, and Dad said yes. 

I was a little worried about spending the weekend with Dana, much less Ariel, but ultimately agreed. During my month with Gina, I had limited contact with Dana. We texted a few times, and ran into each other around town, including a couple of times at Orlando's when Gina and I came in during her shift, and once when we were both at the same movie on a date. Dana was with the guy she was hanging with at Dennis' party, a guy named Kevin, who had graduated from North a couple of years ago. But she was true to her word, and never did anything to interfere with my relationship with Gina. 

When we broke up, I resisted calling Dana right away, figuring that it would make me look too needy. Now, it had been almost two weeks since we broke up, and I had no idea what would happen at the lake house. There was the potential for lots of fun, but also frustration, if Dana, and Ariel for that matter, wanted to just be friends. I probably should have called her before the weekend, but I found myself being reticent. Of course, she didn't contact me, either, so I wasn't sure what the weekend would bring.

When the time came, we loaded up a couple of cars and drove up on Saturday morning. We could have squeezed into the SUV, but decided to go in two cars for comfort and flexibility. Dad and Linda went in one car with Ariel, and Sarah drove the other car. Steve sat in the front passenger seat, and Dana and I were in the back. 

Sarah was blasting her crappy music, and even Steve complained about it, but not too vigorously. I could tell that he was really into Sarah, and she had told me how much she liked him. She had wondered whether it would last to the end of the summer, and if so, whether it would be able to last when they both went back to school. 

Even though Dana and I hadn't really spent any time together in more than a month, it was almost as if the separation never happened. Dana leaned her head against my shoulder in the back seat, and I couldn't help but be intoxicated, again, by her scent and her beauty. She had cut her hair a little, and looked a little more sophisticated, but just as hot, if not even hotter. She was wearing a low cut top, and as a result, I was treated to a very nice view of her cleavage. Knowing how carefully Dana planned things like that, I took it as a good sign.

Sarah drove and we sat silently, unable to talk due to the music. Eventually, I put my arm around Dana, and she cuddled close to me, putting one hand on my knee. More good signs. We both dozed off, until the car stopped at a rest area. Apparently, Linda needed to use the bathroom, so we made a pit stop. Steve, Dad and I went to the men's room, then waited for the women. Dana was the first to come out and she came over to me. 

I asked her if she wanted some coffee, which she did, and we went to the Starbucks and I bought us drinks. As we walked to the car, Dana asked, "Are you O.K.? I heard about the movie theatre fight." 

"Yeah," I responded, amused if not surprised by Dana's intelligence gathering ability. "We ended on a good note. We just weren't meant to be a couple." 

"I'm surprised," Dana responded, "you seemed happy." 

"We were," I said. "But even though we were friends first, it just got weird. We would have great discussions, great sex, then start bickering over stuff. She started getting jealous if I so much as talked to another girl. It's better this way." 

"I'm a little surprised you didn't call me right away. You know I would have been there for you." 

"I did know that," I said, "but I decided that I wanted to deal with it on my own. Then Dad planned this weekend, so I figured we would have plenty of time to talk." 

She smiled at me and said, "And not talk," giving me that look that I hadn't seen in a while. She squeezed my hand. 

"And what about that Kevin?" I asked. 

"Yeah, he was actually a pretty good guy. I did sleep with him that night after the party, and we went out a couple of times, including that movie you saw us at, but it never really clicked, so we aren't seeing each other anymore." 

That we were both free of relationships remained unsaid.

We piled back into the cars and finished the drive up to the lake house. When we got there, we unpacked the cars. Dad said that he and Linda would, of course, take the upstairs bedroom and suggested that Sarah and Steve take the big downstairs room. He then suggested that either Ariel or Dana could take the single bedrooms and I could sleep on an airbed in the living room, or Ariel and Dana could take one room and share the bed or use the air mattress, and I could take the other room. 

I had a brief flash of them sharing a bed, which gave me a pleasant warm feeling as the two Angelo beauties looked at each other and Ariel said, "We can share a room, and let Jack have the other one." 

Dana gave me a look that suggested strongly that no one would be sleeping on any air mattress that weekend. Ariel also smiled at me. Her role in the weekend continued to be somewhat mysterious.

We moved our bags into the rooms, then came out and unpacked the food and drinks. Steve and I filled a cooler with ice, beer and bottles of water and then went to change into swimsuits. When I came out of my room, the beer cooler was gone and the house was empty, so I grabbed a towel, my iPod and a book I was reading, and went to the lake. 

Sarah was sitting on a chair next to Steve, who was rubbing sunscreen onto his fair skin. Dad was rubbing lotion onto Linda's back. Both Ariel and Dana were lying face down on their chairs, with their bikini straps down to prevent tan lines. They both asked me to apply sunscreen to their backs, so I did, first to Ariel, feeling the strength of her shoulders and back, and then to Dana, feeling her supple strength and soft skin. I was wondering if I was going to be "entertaining" both sisters this weekend, because otherwise someone was going to be left out. I pretty much assumed that Dana and I would hook up, but Ariel was another question.

I jumped into the lake and started swimming laps, thinking about how much had changed in the few months since Memorial Day weekend when I last was at the lake house. When I stopped doing laps, I noticed that Steve and Sarah were in the lake, making out. Dana and Ariel were still lying on their stomachs, providing me with a view of their two different but beautiful asses, and Dad and Linda were gone. 

I left the lake and dried off, went to my chair, put on my iPod and started to read my book. The book drew me in, and I was totally engrossed, when a shadow crossed the page I was reading. I looked up to see Dana's voluptuous body looming over me. I had trouble taking my eyes off of her breasts, which were barely being supported by her red bikini top. I realized how much I missed them, and the rest of her. She bent over, I'm sure purposely giving me the impressive top view, and pulled my earbuds out. She gestured at a small rowboat that was tied up in the lake. 

"Does that thing work?" She asked. 

"Last I checked," I responded. 

"Let's go for a ride," she suggested. 

"Sure," I said. I found the oars, and we got into the boat. 

I rowed us out pretty far, enjoying the strain of my muscles against the oars, until the people on the shore were too far away to distinguish. I could see the other houses that fronted on the lake, and there were some people swimming in front of a few of them.

I stopped rowing, and we floated on the calm waters. 

"You are going to have sore shoulders," Dana noted, "remind me to rub them for you later." 

"Deal," I said. 

She replied, "But now, I want to give you a blow job." 

I was both surprised and aroused by her directness. 

She continued, "I have to admit, I missed you, and it kind of pisses me off that you've been getting more action than me recently." 

I shrugged and said, "None better than with you." Not that there was anything wrong with the sex I had been having with Gina, but I knew it would make Dana happy, and in most ways, it was true. I looked around and pointed, saying, "Let me row over there, it should be secluded enough." I rowed very quickly to the bank of the lake, in a small cove, surrounded by trees. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. And I suspected that Dana got off a little on the risk. 

I tied the boat to a branch, and when I turned around, Dana's top was off, and her spectacular breasts were staring me in the face. "Wow," I remarked, reflexively, having almost forgotten how amazing they were. 

"I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder," she said, laughing, which made her tits jiggle playfully. 

I slid my bathing suit down so that my ass was resting on the warm metal seat and my cock stuck out in front of me. 

"Wow," she said, "I guess I know how you feel. I missed that guy." 

She leaned over and kissed it, then got on her knees and took the shaft in her hands. The boat rocked slightly as she put the head of my penis into her warm mouth and spiraled her tongue around it. I moaned with pleasure. I watched her lower her head so that she was taking me in as deep as she could, her breasts hanging down, nipples erect. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of Dana's warm mouth and active tongue as it played around my cock. 

She started to hum softly, which put me on the edge of release, and softly stroked my balls. I was writhing and moaning, as the boat rocked in sync with Dana's movements. It had been a while since I last slept with Gina, so I was ready to climax quickly, and couldn't hold back any more. 

"I'm cumming," I hissed, and she flicked the underside of the head with her tongue, setting me off, and I blasted her mouth with my hot cum. Dana easily swallowed my load and smiled at me. I knew that she enjoyed the power of controlling my orgasm, and I certainly enjoyed it. I was gasping for breath, and the boat was rocking. 

Dana calmly put her bikini top back on, and when I had caught my breath, I untied the boat and rowed us back to our dock. She was right, I was going to have sore shoulders tomorrow, but it would be worth it. When we got back, everyone had returned to the house, so Dana and I gathered our things and walked up the path to the house. I let Dana walk in front of me so I could stare at her hot ass in its tiny red bikini bottom. 

When we got back to the house, Dad and Linda had showered and changed, and he said that he and Linda thought it might be fun to build a campfire, cook dinner over it, and have s'mores. Dana whispered to me that was something that they used to do on camping trips before her dad left. It seemed like a good idea, so we divided up to get ready. Dad, Steve, Ariel and I went to create the fire pit, and gather wood, Linda and Dana began to prepare the food, and Sarah started making drinks. We got the fire going, and let it burn so that it would be ready to cook.

It was a great night. We cooked steaks over the fire, had baked potatoes that were wrapped in foil and tossed next to the fire, and salad. Sarah had mixed up some sort of deadly fruit punch that went down smoothly, but packed a wallop. 

By the time we were making s'mores, everyone was buzzed and happy. Steve went back to the house, brought down a guitar and sang a few songs, and Sarah joined in, displaying a much better voice than I remembered. I saw Dad sitting next to Linda with his arm around her, smiling. It was the closest thing I had to a real family event since Mom had died, and based on the contented looks on Linda's, Ariel's and Dana's faces, it probably was the same for them. 

The idea that Dad might someday marry Linda, which had crossed my mind before, thus making me the step brother to both the girl who took my virginity and Dana briefly weirded me out, but it passed, and I enjoyed the moment. We sat under the stars, eating, drinking, singing and watching the fire. I had my arm around Dana, and Ariel was leaning her head on my other shoulder. 

It had been a long day, and Sarah's punch was strong, so began to nod off, and I wasn't the only one. We realized it was time to go back to the house, so we doused the fire, cleaned up our stuff and carted it back to the house. After a round of good nights, Dad and Linda went upstairs, Steve and Sarah went to their room, Ariel and Dana went to their room, and I went into mine. 

I decided to get into the shower because I was grimy from the day, and smoky from the fire. The shower felt great after the long day, and I could already feel some tightness in my shoulders from the rowing. I turned off the water, dried off, put on a t-shirt, got into bed and turned off the light.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and I saw Dana enter the room. I wasn't surprised, and was very pleased to see her. 

"I figured it would be more comfortable here than on the air bed in the other room. Shove over," she directed, playfully. 

I made room for her, and felt her sit on the bed. She bent down and kissed me, missing my mouth first in the dark, then finding it. Her lips were soft and she tasted delicious, as always. 

"I'm glad to see you, too," I said. 

"I promised you a shoulder rub this afternoon, are you still interested?" she asked. 

Rather than say anything, I took off my shirt so that I was totally nude and rolled onto my stomach. In the dark, Dana began to gently stroke my shoulders and back, sending chills up and down my body. She began to knead my shoulders, loosening up the sore muscles. Then, I heard her take off her shirt and climb onto my back, her legs straddling my hips and her warm ass resting on mine. She bent forward so that I could feel her soft breasts against my back, and she rested her face against the back of my neck. 

One of the best things about being in the dark was that I was able to visualize in my mind what Dana looked like behind me, and I found that very arousing. After a few minutes in this position, she sat up and began working my shoulders and back with her strong hands. It felt amazing, just short of painful, and I could see, in my mind, her beautiful face and her sweet breasts swaying as she worked. I was sighing and moaning with pleasure as her hands kneaded and rubbed my soreness. Eventually, however, the massage had to come to an end, and she dropped back down so that her chest again rested against my back. 

I tried to turn over, and rather than slide off of me, Dana allowed me to turn under her, so that she was now sitting on my lower abdomen. I was so relaxed that my cock was hanging limp behind her ass. She softly stroked my chest, and I reached up in the dark, feeling for her breasts, which I easily found, and began to knead and stroke them, causing Dana to sigh with pleasure as I felt her nipples hardening, and my cock stiffened. 

I sat up a little, leaning my head against the pillows, and pulled Dana's legs over my shoulders. She took the hint and, using her legs, moved her way up so that my head was between her thighs. She arched her back, and I put my hands on her soft, round ass cheeks and was able to begin to lick her pussy. Her smell was as alluring as ever, and I realized how much I had missed it. I also noticed that she had let some of her pubic hair grow back, but there wasn't much, and it was trimmed. 

In the pitch black, I kissed and licked my way around her lips, and used my tongue to probe into her juicy warmth, and tickle her clit. I was enveloped in her; her thighs were pressing against my head and my face was buried in her pussy. She was writhing with pleasure as I kept at her. I tried a thing with my tongue that Gina had learned about on the Internet, and as it did when I tried it with Gina, it caused Dana to gasp sharply. While she was bucking with pleasure, she actually was able to arch her back enough to get my hard cock into her mouth. I silently thanked her years of cheerleading practice, as I supported her with my hands under her back. 

We orally pleasured each other in this odd, but unbelievably hot, position, until Dana came, trying to hold her yelling in so as not to be heard by everyone else. Before I came myself, Dana rolled off of me, then turned around, climbed back on top of me, guided my throbbing cock inside of her and began bouncing up and down. It didn't take long before I shot a huge load of cum into her, and she exhaled sharply before stopping. She then climbed off and lay down next to me, as I gathered her in my arms and made room in the bed for her.

We lay there quietly for a few minutes as we caught our breath. Dana broke the silence, whispering "that thing with your tongue was unbelievable." 

I responded, "Gina found that on the Internet." I decided not to mention the "list" because although it seemed fine for me and Gina, it seemed too geeky to mention to Dana. 

"I'm going to send her a thank you card." 

That was the last thing I remembered from that night.

Sunday

I woke up on Sunday morning with light filtering into the bedroom through the light curtains. I was lying on my left side, in sort of a fetal position, and when I opened my eyes, they were treated to the sight of Dana, lying on her back, next to me, sleeping peacefully, with the sheet pulled up to her neck, covering her beautiful body. I lay there, watching her regular breathing, the sheet rising gently as her chest expanded, then falling as she exhaled. 

It was about 9, and I decided to try to wake her in a way that I hoped she would like. I reached under the sheet with my right hand, trying not to wake her, until my hand was hovering above her crotch. I gently rested my hand on her soft skin and slowly began to stroke her lightly. I could feel the small unshaved patch above the opening, and I softly caressed it, gradually increasing the area of my attentions, but keeping my touch light. With her eyes still closed, Dana began to purr softly and slightly spread her legs, giving me access to more of her pussy. I took advantage, and began to increase my pressure and focus my attention on her outer and inner lips. 

She spread her legs further, and I slowly stuck a finger into her increasingly well lubricated vagina. Dana kept her eyes closed, and she continued to purr and moan as I continued to use my fingers and hands. Her hips began to move in time with my hands, and she threw off the sheet, exposing her beautiful breasts. Without stopping my efforts below her waist, I began to kiss her hard nipples and soft breasts as my cock stiffened. Dana opened her eyes and smiled at me. 

She reached down and pulled my hand out of her and pulled me on top of her. She steered my cock into her and we slowly began to move together. I kissed her neck, mouth and tits as I thrust, and she spread her legs wide to take me in deep, then wrapped them around my hips as we increased the tempo of our lovemaking. I ground my pubic bone against her clit, causing her to sigh, and then we began to thrash wildly, ending in a simultaneous orgasm that shook the bed. 

We kissed and cuddled afterward. I turned to Dana and said, "this 'friends with benefits' thing is amazing." 

I felt her stiffen a little before saying, "yeah, I guess it is pretty amazing." 

I responded, "I mean, I break up with Gina, and you break up with Kevin, and we are here for each other." 

Dana said nothing for a few seconds. "You're right," she said. "'Friends with benefits.'"

She rolled out of bed and I watched her beautiful body go into the bathroom. 

I heard the shower go on and assumed she had gotten in. I followed a few minutes later, and we cleaned each other off and hugged under the hot water. Her eyes were a little red, and she told me that she had gotten soap in her eyes. Dana held me incredibly tightly, and I was glad that I was able to be there for her. 




The Lake House Lessons 11



Dana left the shower, dried off and went back into the room that she was supposedly sharing with Ariel. I dried off, went back into my room and dressed. When I came out into the common area, Sarah and Steve were drinking coffee. Sarah gave me a knowing smile, as Dana and Ariel came out of their bedroom. I guess we weren't all that quiet. 

We all took coffee and I started making bacon and eggs for everyone. A few minutes later, Dad and Linda came downstairs together. I was impressed at how great Linda looked, even without makeup, first thing in the morning, but looking at Dana and Ariel, I was not surprised. 

Dad said, "I smell bacon and Jack's famous eggs, right?" 

"Correct you are, my father," I responded, handing them mugs of coffee and returning to the eggs.

As we ate breakfast, Dad suggested that we all go into town and check out the antique shops. Sarah and I looked at each other with surprise, because Dad never liked doing that, even when Mom made him. We all agreed, and he offered to take us all out for lunch at the one reasonably good restaurant in town. We cleaned up the kitchen and got ready to go. I was happy to go in the t-shirt and shorts that I was wearing, but the women went to change. 

Dana came out of her room wearing a short sundress that was tight against her chest, but hung down loosely to her knees. It was sexy, but in a way that was different for her. Ariel wore a tank top that emphasized her toned upper body, and shorts, and Sarah was effortlessly pretty in a shirt and shorts. 

We spent a pleasant afternoon walking around town, looking at mostly junk and having a nice lunch. I realized that other than the brief discussion of the "tongue thing" with Dana, I hadn't thought of Gina at all, so Dad's plan was working well. Plus, I got to obtain the benefits of my friendship with Dana, which was awesome.

When we got back, I was about to go for a swim, when Ariel stopped me. 

"Your dad says that there are some weights in the basement and I would love a workout. Can you show me where they are?" 

I vaguely remembered some old weights down there, so I led her down to the basement. We moved around some boxes and found a few old barbells, and some free weights. There was also a weight bench that was covered with old raincoats and similar junk. 

"These are old school," Ariel said, "but they'll do." 

We set up the bench, and Ariel asked if I wanted her to show me a few things. I agreed, and we started with the barbells, using light weights. Ariel's muscular arms and shoulders rippled beautifully as she used the weights, and I tried to keep up with her. She fixed my form a few times, so that I would be getting the full benefit of the workout. 

We were both sweating pretty heavily before we moved to using the free weights on the bench. Ariel loaded up the bar and lay under it, and I checked out her nice breasts as she prepared to press the weights. I spotted her as she did her set, then she got off the bench and had me do the same. I had trouble lifting as much as her, but she said, "If you keep at this, and you should eventually be able to lift much more than me." 

We alternated sets, until I couldn't lift any more. She then set up some other upper body exercises, which we did, until we were both dripping sweat and breathing hard.

"You have come a long way since Memorial Day Weekend," she said, as we recovered from the workout. 

"I guess I have," I responded. 

She looked at me and said, "I could tell, pretty quickly, that first time, that you had the potential to be a good lover, and Beth and Cara confirmed that." 

I replied, "I learned so much from all of you, but honestly, one of the first things you told me, about respect and listening and observing, was the most important." 

She smiled, and said, "I never in a million years would have guessed that you and Dana would have become close. You guys are different in so many ways, and I know that she can be kind of a 'mean girl.'" 

"I was pretty shocked, too, but I've had a crush on her forever (along with most of the guys at school), and when she asked me to tutor her, I figured it was a way to spend time near her, and maybe use that to get invited to a couple of parties. When she offered to have sex with me in exchange for the tutoring, I wasn't going to turn her down, but I never expected more than that. I'm also surprised that we have become friends," I said. 

Ariel responded, "You see Dana as this beautiful, confident girl, but she has her insecurities. She hates that people see her and immediately assume that she is dumb. She told me that when you tutored her in physics, you never talked down to her, were always encouraging, and convinced her that she was pretty smart and could handle material that she thought was beyond her. She was also impressed that you didn't go around school boasting about your conquest, like so many guys would. I think she never expected that a smart, nice guy like you would ever find her worth spending time with, after you had sex with her. She has had too many boyfriends who were assholes after they slept together. But you have always been honest with her, and nice, and caring, and, I know you are an excellent lover, so it isn't completely crazy." 

"Thanks," I said. 

"My question," she continued, "is why aren't you guys just together?" 

I thought for a bit before answering. "I don't know, but both of us seem to agree that it won't work." 

She responded, "I've never seen Dana happier than when she is with you, but maybe you both have commitment issues to work through. And you guys are young" 

"Maybe," I said. 

We stood up and I felt soreness all over my body. Ariel continued, "I hope you don't think this is weird, but Dana and I have talked, and if you are O.K. with it, I'd like to spend the night with you tonight." 

I looked at this beautiful blonde in front of me, with her amazing body, who had taught me more about women than anyone, and the answer was clear. 

"I would like nothing more," I said, smiling. "But it doesn't make sense that you are telling me that Dana really wants to be with me, exclusively, but then she says it is O.K. to sleep with her sister." 

"I think she is confused, and I think she doesn't like saying no to me. The two of you need to figure this out, soon, because I think you could be great together. 

"You are probably right, but this kind of thing is new to me and isn't easy." 

She replied, "I get it. Just keep it in mind. So, we have a date for later?" 

I replied, "Sure, but you have killed me down here, so I don't know if I will be able to move too much." 

She laughed and said, "We will work that out, don't worry." 

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and we went upstairs.

I went straight for the shower when I got upstairs, and took 3 Advils before getting into the hot shower. The hot water felt great pounding against my sore muscles and I let it soothe me for a while. My reverie was broken by a female voice asking, "Do you want some company?" 

It was Ariel, and honestly, I didn't, but I also didn't want to turn her down, so I said, "of course." 

I made room in the stall for Ariel, and was treated to the sight of her gorgeous naked body entering the shower. I watched as the water cascaded off her pale, beautiful breasts, down her firm abs, over her blond landing strip, and over her strong, shapely legs. Although I was tired, I could not help be become aroused. 

Ariel smiled at my growing cock and said, "Just a shower now. We can save more for later." 

I was fine with that, and offered to soap up Ariel's back, which I did, with a few detours to her breasts and pussy. After rinsing, she soaped my back, giving me a little massage at the same time, and did take the time to lather my cock and balls before rinsing me off. If anything, this increased my anticipation for the evening. I wasn't sure if that was her intent—if it were Dana, I'd have been sure it was, but Ariel didn't really seem to play those games. We left the shower, dried off and went into our separate bedrooms to dress.

When I came out of my room, Dad and Linda appeared to be getting ready to leave. 

"What's going on, Dad?" I asked. 

"Got a call from the office—one of my clients was served with injunction papers and I need to be in court in the morning. Linda and I are going to leave now, but you can stay as long as you want." 

Sarah said, "Steve has to be at work on Wednesday, so we can stay through Tuesday, if that works for everyone. 

I had no place to be, and apparently neither Dana nor Ariel had any shifts until Tuesday night. We helped Dad and Linda load the car and they drove off down the dirt road. I went back into the house and grabbed my book and sat on the couch and began to read. I found myself nodding off, despite the noise and activity in the living area, so I swung my legs up on the couch and surrendered to sleep.

I woke up to find Dana sitting on the couch with my feet in her lap, rubbing them idly while watching television. She was still wearing the sundress, and I silently admired her profile and delicious curves. Whatever she was watching kept her interest, and I just watched her watching. Occasionally, she would stroke my feet, as if petting a small dog. I closed my eyes and just relaxed. 

The next time she rubbed my feet, I let out a small sigh of pleasure, trying to encourage her to do more. It seemed to work, and she started to stroke them more regularly and with more pressure. I encouraged her with more sighing and purring, until she was kneading my feet hard. It felt wonderful. I opened my eyes and saw that Dana was watching me, and could tell from her face that she was enjoying giving me the pleasure. Should we be a couple? We had never even gone out on a date, I realized. 

"Thanks," I said, "that feels great." 

"No problem," she answered. "I heard that Ariel gave you quite a workout downstairs." 

"Yeah," I responded, "I'm so fucking sore, I can't believe it." 

"I hope that won't stop you from giving her a workout tonight," she said. 

"I hope not," I responded, "and you're O.K. with that?" 

I was kind of hoping that she would say that she didn't want to share me with anyone, including her sister, but as I expected, she said, "Why shouldn't I be? I don't own you, and Ariel is looking forward to it." 

I decided to delay any further discussions about the status of my relationship with Dana until the weekend was over. It was too bizarre dealing with both sisters, and there was a lot to be said for the status quo.

At that point, Sarah and Steve came out of their bedroom, smiling. I gave Sarah a version of her knowing look and said, "now that Dad and Linda are gone, do you want to move upstairs to their room?" 

Sarah said, "No, we're O.K. down here, but you can move upstairs if you want." 

"O.K.," I said, and went to my room to gather my stuff. 

I brought it up to the master bedroom, which smelled faintly of Linda's perfume, then went back downstairs. Steve was working on something in the kitchen with Sarah, who said, "Steve wants to cook dinner tonight, and I didn't think you would mind." 

"Not at all," I said. He appeared to be marinating chicken. "Let me know if I can help." 

I opened a beer, and offered them around. I turned the TV back on, to a ball game, and sat down to watch. Ariel started to prepare a salad, and I watched Dana, looking pensive, walk outside.

Dinner was great—Steve knew his way around a barbecue, and we ate and finished off a couple of bottles of good wine that Dad had brought. Between the booze and the Advil, I wasn't feeling much pain. 

We decided to watch a movie. Steve sat on one of the chairs, with Sarah on his lap, and I sat on the couch flanked by Dana and Ariel. We chose an action thriller that actually had both action and thrills, and it went by in a flash. When it was over, I realized I was beat, so I got off the couch and said good night. I started walking toward the stairs, and Ariel followed. 

When we got to the bedroom, she said, "Oh my god, it smells like Mom in here." 

"You're right," I said, "is that too creepy?" 

"Probably," she responded, "but I'm not going to let it bother me." 

She kissed me on the lips, and began to undress. I hadn't noticed that she had been braless until she lifted off her shirt and displayed her fabulous breasts. I took off my shirt and shorts as she took off her shorts and panties. We hugged and kissed, then fell onto the bed. 

"How do you feel?" she asked. 

"Right now, great," I responded, grabbing her tight butt and pulling her close to me. 

We worked our way to the pillows and I guided Ariel to lie on her back. I got on my knees and began to kiss her face, then her neck, which was warm and soft. I moved down to her upper chest, and while kissing there, I cupped her breasts in my hands before kissing and sucking her nipples. Ariel began to moan softly as I flicked my tongue gently on her hardening nipples. I kissed around her breasts then started down her hard abs until I reached her pussy. Ariel turned on her side to face me, and I started kissing around her pubic hair and her outer lips. 

My rigid cock was, at this point, in her face, and she opened her mouth and took it in. I stuck my tongue into her warm, fragrant hole and she responded by lifting her upper leg to allow me to press in closer. At the same time, she was sucking my cock, allowing her tongue to play with the head. 

We continued in this 69 position, me licking her clit and she sucking my cock, as our hips began to buck. I hummed softly, causing her to gasp, and she responded in kind, the vibrations tingling and bringing me right to the edge of orgasm. But she was too good, and stopped in time to calm me down enough. 

I attacked her pussy with renewed energy, determined to get her off, and based on her wild thrashing and yelling, I think I was successful. As a reward, Ariel sucked harder on my cock and sped up moving up and down my shaft until I yelled, "I'm cumming," before shooting a load into her mouth, which she swallowed. 

I rolled onto my back, spent, and lay there, panting and trying to catch my breath. I tried to crawl up to the pillow, and felt my sore muscles resisting. I fought through, and arrived at the pillow where I found Ariel's luscious lips. We kissed and held each other. 

"I'm in pain," I whispered, so she began to knead my aching arm and shoulder muscles. She kneeled between my legs and massaged first my right, then my left leg. Then, she took my limp cock in her mouth and coaxed it back to life. 

When my cock was erect, Ariel sat up and maneuvered herself on top of it, inserting it into her slick hole and bouncing up and down. 

"Let me do the work," she said, and I was happy to. 

In the dark, I could feel her going up and down, and reached out to rest my hands on her strong hips. She seemed to have limitless energy, and I was able to stay hard while she did, as she promised, all of the work. She was groaning and sighing with pleasure, and I found myself able to lift my ass off of the bed in time with her rhythm until she gasped and her vaginal muscles tightened around my still hard cock. 

Feeling that I was still hard, she kept going, faster and faster and, I believe, climaxing at least twice more before I reached my breaking point and released. As my cock slid out from between Ariel's legs, she pivoted off of me and burrowed into my shoulder. We lay like that, my arm around her broad shoulders, and fell asleep.



The Lake House Lessons 12



The story ends, for now....

Monday

I opened my eyes, and tried to turn on my side, but could not move. My upper body, especially my arms, felt dead, and when I tried to move, sharp pain gave me second thoughts. I guess I had really overdone it the day before. I forced myself to turn enough to see the clock—it was 7:08 a.m., and I desperately needed to take a piss. I could hear Ariel breathing softly next to me. I was able to turn enough to see that she was sleeping, totally naked, and uncovered. 

Seeing her naked body made me feel good, but it didn't alleviate the soreness of my muscles. Somehow, I was able to lift myself off the bed and make it into the bathroom. I realized that there was a Jacuzzi in there, so I closed the door and started the water, as hot as possible. I took a leak, then took a bunch of Advil with water. I tried to windmill my arms to loosen them up, but it really hurt. 

When the tub filled with steaming water, I stepped in, and gingerly sat down before turning on the jets. It was loud, and I worried about waking Ariel, but I really, really needed it. The hot, pulsating water soothed my sore body, and I was able to relax.

A knock at the door startled me, and I said, "Who is it," 

"Ariel," she said, "I need to come in." 

"Of course," I said. Still naked, she walked into the bathroom and said, "Great idea, are you still sore?" 

"Yeah," I responded, "but this feels good." 

"I need to pee," she said. 

"Go ahead," I responded. 

"Really?" she asked, "it won't bother you?" 

"Why should it?" I asked, "I know you must do it, and considering what we have been doing, why should it bother me? 

She sat down, did her business, wiped herself and stood up. The word "statuesque" popped into my head as I admired her sculpted body with its round, firm breasts. 

"Want some company?" she asked. 

"Absolutely," I said, and she lowered herself into the tub, facing me. 

I shifted so that our legs were parallel, and I began to gently stroke hers under the water, and she reciprocated. We relaxed in the hot tub, feeling the soothing jets, touching but not talking until the water began to cool. I noticed Ariel's nipples hardening from the chill and suggested that we get out. I stopped the jets and stood up, laboriously. I stepped out painfully and grabbed a towel. Ariel emerged from the water gracefully, and I handed her a towel. I drained the tub and we left the bathroom. 

Before we got dressed, Ariel said, "What you need to do now is to take a run." 

I looked at her like she was crazy. 

"Trust me," she continued, "it will loosen you up and feel good." 

"If you insist," I said, "but don't expect me to go too far." 

"Meet you downstairs in 10 minutes," she said, and left the room wrapped in a towel. I found a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt, and a pair of what could charitably be called running shoes, put them on and went downstairs. 

Ariel was outside, stretching a little and warming up. She had changed into a sports bra that clung to her chest and displayed her abs, and a pair of spandex shorts. I pretended to warm up, only to be showed the correct technique by Ariel, and she started off down the path. I followed, focusing on the way that the spandex shorts made her ass look amazing. I thought I was going to die at the start, but after a while, it began to feel good. I even caught up to Ariel, who was running effortlessly as I huffed and puffed. 

"You should stop if you want, and walk back to the house. Just don't stop right away, or you will tighten back up." 

I slowed to a walk, watched Ariel's ass run away, and turned to go back to the house. I was actually feeling better by the time I arrived. The house was still quiet, so I put up some coffee, and poured myself some orange juice. Then, I added a little vodka. I drank it down, and felt the warmth of the vodka creep outward from my stomach, dulling the pain of my aching muscles. I made a couple of slices of toast, and ate them, drinking coffee. Ariel came in as I was having breakfast, sweating from her run. 

"Feeling better?" she asked. 

"A little," I responded. 

She went into my former downstairs room, and I heard the shower. I thought briefly about joining her, but instead, like a zombie, I walked upstairs and fell into the bed, without changing, and fell into a deep sleep.

I was shaken awake and turned to look who was ruining my nap. It was Dana, who said, "time to get your sorry ass out of bed. We need to open a window. This room smells of sweat, and sex and my mother's perfume." 

I rolled onto my back, and saw that Dana was wearing a striped bikini that somehow enhanced her usual bustiness. I tried to move, and realized that I wasn't so sore any more. I groaned and reached up to Dana, hoping that she would get into bed with me and make me feel better. 

She did not cooperate, instead saying, "You need to come to the lake—do you think I want Ariel to be the one to rub sunscreen on my back?" 

I slowly got out of the bed and decided to change the sheets. Dana helped me and opened the window. I changed into my swimsuit and went downstairs, watching Dana's butt swaying provocatively in front of me. I looked at the clock, and it was after 11.  

"Where is everybody?" I asked.

"At the lake," she responded. 

We grabbed towels and I found my iPod and book, and headed down the path. Only Ariel was there. 

"Where are Steve and Sarah?" I asked. 

"They took the boat out." Dana smiled at me.

Dana lay down on her stomach and undid her bikini strap. She handed me the sunscreen, and I dutifully slathered it on her back and legs. I found a chair in the shade, turned on the iPod and began to read. After a while, I looked over toward Dana, who was now lying on her back, topless, rubbing sunscreen into her breasts. I thought about offering to help, but instead just enjoyed watching her coat those perfect orbs with cream and massage it in. 

I felt my cock hardening from the show. She must have sensed me watching, because she looked me straight in the eyes, shot me her knee buckling look and pushed her tits out in my direction. I almost came in my shorts, but instead smiled back at her and returned to my book. I noticed the rowboat returning, with Steve rowing and Sarah navigating. Her hair was mussed, so I assumed I knew what had happened. Meanwhile, Ariel had also taken off her top, and was lying on her chair, her breasts glistening with lotion.

After tying up the boat, Sarah and Steve came up and joined us. I could see Steve quickly, and as subtly as possible, take in the beautiful topless women and then smartly turn his attention back to Sarah. He kept his eyes locked on her as they claimed two chairs on the opposite side of Ariel from me, and I saw Sarah shrug and take off her top and begin to apply lotion to her breasts. I quickly looked away, but not before getting a glimpse of her beautiful chest. 

Even though I was sitting in the shade, I was feeling very hot, so I turned off the iPod, took off my shirt and jumped into the cool water. It felt great against my skin, and against my sore muscles, and I just floated, my eyes closed, enjoying the coolness. I heard a splash, and saw Dana, still topless, getting into the lake, swimming toward me. She wrapped her arms and legs around me so that her breasts smashed against my chest. 

"I got hot, and wanted a hug," she said. 

We held each other in that position until Dana let go of my neck and leaned back and floated just under the surface, except for her tits, which were like beautiful lightly tanned islands emerging from the water. My cock snapped to attention, which Dana must have felt through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. 

She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck again, ground her crotch into mine, briefly, and said. "Not here. Later." 

I knew how she liked to make me anticipate sex with her, and I think she knew that I was turned on by it. "I don't know," I said, "I hope I'm not too tired." 

She knew I was joking, but she turned on the look and said, "I can't imagine how that would be possible." 

She gave me another grind, then unwrapped her legs, kissed me, let go of my neck and swam away. I waited a few minutes for my erection to subside, and swam to shore.

The rest of the day was unremarkable, but when it came time to prepare dinner, we realized that because the original plan was to go home that day, we didn't really have enough food to make cooking feasible. Sarah suggested that we order pizza and salads from the one pizza place in town, so she placed the order and she and Steve drove off to get it. Dana and I sat together on the couch, watching TV, while Ariel was listening to her iPod and checking out Facebook on her laptop. It took about 45 minutes for them to return with the food, and we filled our plates. 

Before we started, though, Steve said, "I have a little surprise." He went into his room and came out with a baggie and a pipe. "I have some amazing hash," he said, "and we should smoke it." 

He filled the pipe and lit it, taking a big hit and holding it in. I had never smoked hash before, but everyone seemed pretty excited, so when the pipe came around to me, I eagerly filled my lungs with the fragrant smoke. After a few hits, the pizza tasted unbelievable, and pretty much anything anyone said was hysterical. We ate, and laughed, smoked and drank beer until every slice of pizza and all of the salad was eaten. Which was, for some reason, very funny. 

After dinner, Sarah found an old Pictionary game, and we tried to play. The rules seemed particularly complicated for a kids' game, but we figured them out. We played Sarah and Steve against me, Ariel and Dana, and we added some rules that required kissing and some limited nudity, but I don't specifically recall exactly what they were. But it was an incredible amount of fun, especially after the tequila came out after about round 4. 

By about 11, we were all smashed and high, and feeling no pain. At one point, I saw Steve carry Sarah into the bedroom, as she kissed him. I loaded the pipe up one last time, and took it upstairs, followed by both Dana and Ariel. We got to the master bedroom, and I fired up the hash, took a deep hit and passed it to the women. The pipe made it around a few times, and I made sure that the window was open to let the smoke escape, but my head was floating. Everything seemed right with the world, and generally amusing. I started to get undressed, and Dana and Ariel followed my lead. Soon, I sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at two of the most beautiful naked women anyone had ever seen, and I started to laugh. 

Ariel looked at me and said, "Are you laughing at us?" 

"No," I said, "I'm laughing because I think it is funny that I am in a room with two beautiful naked women and my cock is pointing at them." 

They seemed to think that was funny, too, and started laughing. 

Dana dropped to her knees and began to suck on my cock, which felt to me at that moment to be the most incredible feeling ever, and my body was tingling all over. Ariel knelt next to her, reached over, and gently pulled my cock out of her sister's luscious lips, put it into her own equally warm mouth, and began licking it and humming. The sight of these two women, with their gorgeous faces and amazing tits, blowing me in tandem, was so improbable that I began to giggle. 

Dana and Ariel took turns sucking my cock, and started to get into it. When one wasn't sucking, she was holding the shaft with one hand and jamming it into her sister's mouth while gently fingering my balls with the other hand. Under normal circumstances, this would have made me cum almost immediately, but I guess the booze and hash dulled my senses somewhat, and this greatest blow job of all time seemed to last forever. 

I was in ecstasy. Every nerve ending in my body was vibrating with pleasure, and the women didn't seem to be flagging; to the contrary, they seemed to enjoy themselves more as they went along, laughing as they shared my cock. The inevitable, however, was approaching, and I started flailing under their attention and couldn't hold back any longer. 

I gasped, "I'm cumming" and Ariel pulled my cock out of Dana's mouth, causing me to shoot cum onto Dana's face, then Ariel turned it toward her face, receiving a load on her face. There was a moment of stunned silence as I looked at these stunning sisters kneeling in front of me with my cum dripping off their faces, and they looked at each other. Suddenly, Ariel began to laugh uncontrollably and Dana joined in. I caught the bug, and the three of us were giggling wildly. 

The two women stood up, and Ariel leaned over and began to lick the cum off of Dana's face and Dana did the same to Ariel. I watched, mesmerized. Dana licked a drop of cum off of her sister's breast and started to suck on her nipple. Ariel grabbed for Dana's larger, rounder breast, massaging it. The two of them fell onto the bed, and began kissing and groping each other while I watched, rapidly becoming aroused again at the sight. 

Dana came up for air briefly, looked at me and asked, "What are you waiting for?" 

I dove in and began to kiss and rub and suck on any part of either of the women that presented itself. Soon, I found myself in between them, as we explored each other's bodies for what felt like hours of uninterrupted pleasure. In my substance and lust-induced haze, I could not catalogue all that happened that night. 

At various times, I know that I found my cock in at least one pussy, sucked by mouths, rubbed between breasts, and being stroked by hands. My mouth sucked tits, licked clits, kissed mouths and skin, my hands grabbed breasts, rubbed nipples, and my fingers were inserted into pussies. I was over, under and next to sexy female bodies. I was kissing and was kissed, biting and was bitten, sucking and was sucked, licking and was licked. 

Dana and Ariel were all over each other, and I do recall at one point, Dana was on top of Ariel, in 69 position, I stuck my cock into Dana's pussy from behind, and was able to feel Ariel licking Dana's clit. I can't count how many times I climaxed that night, or where my cum ended up. At some point, however, I know I fell asleep, exhausted.

Tuesday

I woke up in the early morning with a dry mouth and a slight headache. When I was able to figure out my surroundings, I realized that I was lying on my back, part way down the bed with my head on Ariel's belly, and Dana was on her side, between my legs, sleeping with her head on my thigh. My muscles were still a little sore, and I felt sticky and clammy. 

I tried to remember details of the previous night's activities, and was only able to remember very basic things. Surprisingly, my hazy recollections were sufficiently exciting that my cock began to rise in front of Dana's face. Dana must have been awake, because she gently grabbed my stiffening rod and stuck it in her mouth, and leisurely began to suck on it and play her tongue around the tip until I was fully hard. I began to stroke her hair, which was matted from sweat and who knows what. I felt Ariel stroke my hair, and I reached down and began to gently caress her vulva, then moved in to softly stroke her inner lips. 

We continued in this way, without moving, just gently giving each other pleasure. It was a great way to wake up. Dana sensed that I was beginning to approach orgasm, and she got up, repositioned herself and lowered herself onto my cock. She sat there, not moving, and I felt her exquisite moist warmth surrounding my shaft. Meanwhile, I continued to slowly finger Ariel, who was stroking my head. 

After what seemed like a long time, Dana raised herself up and started bouncing on my cock, her perfect breasts swaying in time. I increased the speed of my rubbing Ariel, and began to stroke her clit, causing her to purr and writhe on the bed. Dana increased her pace on me, and I reached out with my free hand to grab her right breast and massage her nipple until it hardened under my touch. I came with a gasp, and Ariel followed seconds later. 

Dana stopped bobbing, resting on my crotch, my soft penis still inside her. I reached down with my left hand and massaged her clit until she began to wiggle her hips and breathe heavily. She threw her head back and laughed, enjoying her orgasm. She then collapsed on top of me, her head on my chest, her tits against my stomach, legs still straddling me. 

I woke up some time later. Dana was still on top of me, breathing evenly, and my head was flat on the bed. Ariel had moved so that her head was on the pillow, and my face was just inches from her pussy. The smell was strong, but intoxicating. I wanted to bury my face into it, but with Dana on my chest, I couldn't turn on my side without waking her. And the feeling of Dana's warm, soft body sleeping on my chest was so comfortable that I didn't want it to end. 

I reached over and began to gently caress Ariel's leg. I could feel the strong muscles that allowed her to keep running when I gave out. I must have awakened her, because she moved her leg into a better position for me to stroke it, and she began to softly sigh. After a few minutes, she moved away, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen, until I felt her move to the bed directly above my head. She kneeled over me, her knees on either side of my head, facing my feet. I looked up and saw the bottoms of her pale breasts before she lowered her crotch to my mouth, blocking my view of anything else. As I said, her smell was intense after our long night of screwing, but it made me crave more. My body was happily pinned under Dana, but I was able to raise my still aching arms until they rested on Ariel's hips. Using my lips and tongue, I explored Ariel's juicy pussy as she ground herself into me, spreading her juices all over my face. 

The activity caused Dana to wake up. She turned around, straddling my torso so that her ass was facing Ariel, and began to lick my cock like an ice cream cone. I felt Ariel bend over and Dana raise her ass higher, and Ariel began to lick Dana's pussy from behind. I continued to pleasure Ariel with my mouth and tongue until she was bouncing on and off my face, while I could feel Dana shaking from Ariel's attention. Dana began to suck on the head of my cock, and then lowered her mouth over the shaft. Between the warmth of her mouth and her tongue flicking at me, and the fact that I was entwined with these two unbelievably sexy women, I lost control and shot my load into Dana's mouth at the same time that Ariel yelled out and squeezed my head between her thighs. Then, Dana exhaled loudly and began to laugh. Even without the buzz from last night's hash, we all began to laugh as Ariel collapsed on top of me and Dana. I was buried under both of their gorgeous bodies. I couldn't move, and had no interest in doing so.

Eventually, though, we all got untangled and got out of bed. The bed was a wreck. Sheets were stained and crumpled, pillows were strewn around the room and the blanket was shoved half under the bed. We looked at each other, still naked. I realized that two of the most amazing nights of sex I ever could have dreamed of took place in that room. 

I broke the silence, "Well...that was fun...," I ventured. 

"Holy crap," said Ariel, "that was incredible, and Dana, wow..." 

I looked at them, "Had you ever done anything like that with each other before?" 

Dana looked at me and said, "No, but I'm not unhappy that it did now." 

Ariel smiled and said, "I agree, but we need to keep this between us, O.K.?" 

We all agreed. The last thing I would ever want to do is embarrass either of these women who had come to mean so much to me.

We all showered, separately (for some reason we all seemed to want a little privacy), dressed, stripped the bed, cleaned a few stains off of the carpet, and went downstairs. Sarah and Steve were already awake, and gave us enormous, amused smiles when we came downstairs. 




The Lake House Lessons 12



Before they could say anything, Ariel looked at Sarah and said, pleasantly but firmly, "What you think happened, happened. We keep this among ourselves, like the other stuff, right?" 

Sarah agreed, and Steve pointed out he didn't know what the "other stuff" was, but agreed anyway. We had coffee and breakfast, and began to prepare to go home. 

I found myself alone with Steve at one point, cleaning the lake area, and he said to me, "I want you to know how much I like your sister," 

"She is amazing," I said, sincerely. 

Steve continued, "When I first saw her at The Black Hat I could see that she was beautiful, and I was just looking for a hookup. When I found out that she was a sorority girl from State, I figured she would be an airhead, but I was so wrong. She is a smart, funny and incredibly sexy woman and I'm lucky that she wants to be with me. Because I know that she could have almost any guy she wanted." 

I thought about that for a second before responding. "I'm glad, too," I said. "She seems really happy with you. You seem to treat her well, and I hope it works out for you guys." 

"Thanks," he said. 

"So," he continued, "what really is the deal with you and Dana and Ariel? With all due respect, you seem like a good guy and all, but, seriously, dude, you just graduated from high school and had a threesome with two super hot sisters? Ariel is gorgeous, and Dana is off the charts. Most of my friends would literally kill their own mothers to be you." 

I laughed. "I'd rather be lucky than good," I said. "Seriously," I continued, "I really am lucky. I'm not sure how much Sarah told you, but until Memorial Day Weekend, I had never been on a date or had a girlfriend." 

Steve said, "Really, she hasn't told me anything." 

"To make a long story short, Ariel was my first, sort of as a favor to Sarah, and then she suggested to Dana that I tutor her in physics, and one thing led to another." 

Steve looked at me with surprise and said jokingly, "You got Dana because of physics? You must be in the nerd hall of fame." 

We laughed, and I said, "I don't 'have' Dana, and I'm not sure anyone ever will, but I do get to screw her, which is pretty damn good." 

Steve high fived me, and said, "enjoy it while you can, I guess." 

I responded, "Keep treating Sarah right, and I think the two of you will have a great time together." 

He nodded. 

"By the way," I asked, "can you get me some of that hash? That was incredible." 

Steve said, "Let me see what I can do. Yeah, that shit is great." 

We returned to the house, finished straightening up, packed the car and drove home. I sat between Dana and Ariel in the back seat, my discomfort from the lack of leg room counteracted by the two dazzling women resting their heads on my shoulders. As we drove home, I tried to figure out what made the lake house such a magical place, alternating by trying to remember more details about the night with Dana and Ariel.

EPILOGUE

After the weekend at the lake, I was still confused. I knew that Dana liked me, but she always held back before committing. I wasn't sure what her reasons were. It could simply be what Ariel said, that she had commitment issues. Or that she was still convinced that I was too smart for her, which was bullshit. Or that she really wasn't sure about me. Or that she was basically playing games with me, letting me see other girls, including her own sister, expecting that I would come crawling to her, giving her the upper hand. And the pre-Memorial Day Weekend Jack would have done that. 

I was concerned that she always seemed to want to control everything, even telling me what other girls to date. She told me that Gina was right for me, and in some ways, she was right. She "allowed" me to have sex with her sister. And she told me that she thought Natalie was a better match for me. I was still intrigued by Natalie, despite of her emotional issues, or maybe even because of them, but I also wasn't sure, really, that there was anyone that I knew who was better for me than Dana. I liked being with her, even when we weren't in bed, although we hadn't really spent too much time just getting to know each other. It was an emotional and sexual bond, without a full friendship. There was the beginning of that, but it wasn't fully formed. 

And I was, to be fair, an 18 year old who had, until a few weeks before, been completely afraid of the opposite sex, and within a matter of weeks had multiple sex partners, group sex, violent sex, sex with sisters and a whirlwind relationship with my longtime best friend, all of whom raved about my prowess, and, on the other hand, two pretty bad dates when I had asked out girls on my own. 

I decided to try to talk this out with Dana, someplace private, but not someplace where we would just easily fall into bed. I called her and asked her to meet me in the park, and she agreed. My goal was to either get her to ask me for an exclusive relationship, or to make her say that I should date Natalie. I was prepared to accept her offer, if she made it, and see if we could fill in the emotional holes in our relationship, rather than just the physical ones. She agreed to meet me. To try to throw her off her well practiced game, I decided that this time, I would be late. 

When I arrived at the park, Dana was sitting on the bench where we had agreed to meet. From a distance, I could see how beautiful she really was, and I could see that she was looking at me and at her watch. As I got closer, it looked to me like she was wearing the same loose fitting clothing that she wore at our first tutoring session that seemed so long ago. If she had planned that, I was amazed; otherwise it was a pretty incredible coincidence.

When she saw me, she smiled and stood up as I approached. She hugged me and gave me a light kiss on the lips, and I was, as usual, overcome by her beauty. Again, if she was planning this, she was hitting so many right notes, without being obvious. I sat down next to her, and we turned to face each other. 

I started talking right away, "Dana, I wanted to talk to you, because I am confused. On the one hand, you act like you want to be my girlfriend, exclusively, but on the other hand, you push me away. You tell me about other girls, you agree with Ariel to share my time over the weekend. You even seemed to agree with me over the weekend that we should continue as friends with benefits, but other times, I sense that you don't want that, at all." 

She looked at me, and I could see some confusion flash across her perfect features. "What do you want?" she asked. 

But I was not going to fall into that trap. "What I want is for you to be straight with me. For example, you once told me that you thought that Natalie was a better fit for me than you, and you know how my first date with her went. Do you still think that, because if you do, I think I should ask her out again." 

Dana's face clouded a bit, and she paused, and thought. "I guess that if you want to go out with Natalie, then you should," she said, although I didn't really believe that she meant it. But she recovered her composure, and smiled. She said, "I hope you understand that I also have guys I want to date, and if your attempts to sleep with Natalie fail, I might not be there when you want me." 

I knew that was a risk, but if I didn't take some control of this relationship, she would always be able to play games with me. I was also getting enough confidence in the fact that if Natalie wasn't interested and Dana was otherwise occupied, that I would find someone else. Maybe not right away, but soon enough. 

"I understand, and I want us to stay friends," I said. 

"With benefits," she said, flashing me the look that I'm sure she knew made me crazy. 

We kissed a little on the bench—there were families with kids around, and went our separate ways.

For a couple of weeks, I actively pursued Natalie. She was really an amazing girl—smart, interesting and beautiful. We connected on all levels, other than physically. We came close to having sex once, but she pulled away again, and I realized that it was never going to happen for us, and we parted friends. She visited me at college once after she was accepted to my school, and stayed with a female friend of mine. But Natalie chose instead to go to a women's college where she realized that she preferred girls. The last I heard, she and her wife, a sculptor, live in Oregon, where Natalie performs in a local orchestra and gives music lessons. They adopted a little boy.

When my attempts to sleep with Natalie failed, I called Dana right away. We had progressed from barely knowing each other, to sex partners, without any middle ground, although it was clear that we had begun to become friends. I knew that we felt a connection beyond the physical, and decided I wanted to see if we could actually be real friends, and not just lovers. So, Dana was surprised when I called and told her that Natalie and I hadn't worked out (which, of course, she already knew) and didn't just ask her to come over for sex, but instead asked her out on our first date. 

We had a lovely dinner, and had one of the best discussions we ever had, about what we wanted in the future, in college and after. I dropped her off at her house with a kiss goodnight and refused her invitation to come into her house. The next day, I asked her to the movies, and afterwards, we sat in my car in front of her house, talked some more, and made out, before she went home, alone. Knowing her appetites, I could sense her frustration (and was pretty frustrated myself), although I think she appreciated and understood what I was doing (and secretly, I liked the idea that I was forcing her to wait and make her anticipate being with me). I sent Dana flowers the next day, with a note saying, "I have really enjoyed getting to know you the last few days and am looking forward to our third date." 

Two nights later, I invited her to my house and cooked her chicken stir fry, and we talked more about how we felt about each other and made out on the couch before going to my room and having amazing, acrobatic yet tender sex. 

For the first time, I realized that the girl I was having sex with had become my best friend, and not just a fantasy girl, which made it that much better. Afterwards, Dana told me felt the same way about me, and we spent the rest of the summer, before we had to go to college, together almost every waking minute when Dana wasn't working (and many sleeping minutes), exclusively. 

We went to movies, museums, the mall, hung out, talked, listened to music, joked, cooked, watched TV, swam, worked out, ran, cuddled, rubbed each others' feet and backs, kissed and made love. We got to the point where we regularly started staying over at each other's houses and sometimes I would wake up at Dana's and find my father there, or wake up at my house and see Linda. We never again had a threesome with Ariel (although I wouldn't have minded, but I figured that Dana and my exclusive relationship precluded that). Sarah started teasing me and Dad about the magic powers the Angelo women seemed to have over us, but we kept trying, unsuccessfully, to convince her that it was us with the magic over them.

It was a great month, but we agreed that once college started, we would go back to our prior "friends with benefits" arrangement, and see what happened. We knew that we both were people who needed regular sex and felt that it was wrong to force ourselves into a long distance exclusive relationship. We were confident that our friendship would continue, and if ultimately turned into more, then we wouldn't resist, but we weren't going to force the issue.

Gina and I remained friends through college, and after. She never warmed up to Dana. Gina always said what was on her mind, and she never again allowed herself to become marginalized. She was a campus activist, became a lawyer, and head of a not for profit woman's rights advocacy group. She stopped hiding her beauty and went through a series of boyfriends, none of whom measured up to her high standards, until she was 40, when she met a man who satisfied all of her intellectual and physical needs. I see her every once in a while, and I think she is happy doing good works.

Dad and Linda ended up seeing each other regularly for about a year, but decided that the friends with benefits thing made more sense for them (I guess the apples didn't fall far from the trees). Linda met another guy about a year later, and they later got married, and moved into his larger house, which had enough room for Ariel and Dana. Dad never remarried, but did date more regularly over the next few years, and began to go on trips for older singles, often coming back with pictures showing him with his arm around attractive women his age. He slowed down at work, and let himself enjoy his women, his children and grandchildren. Sarah, Ariel, Dana and I all agreed that our plan to set our parents up led to their breaking out of their ruts. To this day, Sarah and Dana can't believe that it was me, and not they, who thought of it.

Sarah graduated from college with a degree in sociology. She and Steve stayed together through the end of college and moved to Washington, D.C., where Steve went to grad school and then to work, first on Capitol Hill and then as a lobbyist, becoming quite successful. Sarah started to work at a well-connected party planning company, which fit her social talents. Right after she and Steve got married, she started her own party planning firm, and she allowed me to invest some of the money that I had received from our family trust in the company. Her beauty, which only seemed to increase as she got older, her talent for the job, her brilliance in knowing who should meet who and her ability to keep abreast of the important gossip resulted in the company growing and becoming hugely successful. 

Sarah became a top Washington hostess in her own right, throwing lavish parties that included politicians from all sides and other interesting and important people, which I was occasionally able to attend. They have two very tall, smart and beautiful daughters, who my kids idolize. After the company went public, I made enough money, when added to the rest of my share of the family money, to support myself very comfortably and still do what I loved, being a physics professor at a small, well regarded university.

After the second weekend at the lake house, I did go to the gym with Ariel, and we worked out a fitness routine for me that I was able to maintain for years, without killing myself. Ariel graduated from college with a degree in exercise science and worked as a personal trainer afterward. She visited me a couple of times during college for "old times' sake", and we had fun and vigorous sex. I never said anything to Dana about it, and I have no idea if Ariel ever did. Over the years, I often contacted her for her insights into relationships. Ariel later moved to Hawaii and opened a successful personal training business, where my wife and I have visited her, and she made me work my ass off. Ariel and her husband, also a trainer, have 2 beautiful daughters, and she worked herself back into amazing shape after the pregnancies.

Beth and I never slept together again. After college, she moved to California and took an entry level job at a movie studio and slowly advanced in the business. Apparently because she believed that her huge tits prevented people from taking her seriously, she went against the Hollywood tide and had breast reduction surgery. For those of us who had experienced them in all of their glory, this was sad, but two years later, she got a big promotion, so maybe it was the right call. She married a handsome character actor, who mostly does commercials and the occasional guest spot on crime procedurals, and they live in a beautiful house outside of Los Angeles. They don't have any kids. I saw her once on TV when one of her movies won an Oscar.

I never saw or spoke to Fiona again. That was no big deal, but asking her out when I did was a big step for me, so I hope she is happy.

After she graduated from college, Cara moved to New York, and her good looks and lack of inhibition quickly got her immersed in the active New York nightlife scene. I never knew how she supported herself initially, but I would occasionally see pictures of her with up and coming bands or young actors. Cara visited me a few times in college, and for a few years after, and those nights were, to say the least, quite memorable. She went into rehab a couple of times, the second time successfully. 

Her blog about her wild escapades in the city became extremely popular and was turned into a book and then a movie, which Beth helped develop. There is an early scene in the movie that is based on our weekend at the lake house, except they changed the facts so that Cara was the only one who initiated "me" and the well known actor who played "me" was about 10 times better looking than I ever was. But it was cool, anyway. And Cara told me that his cock was smaller than mine and he was secretly gay. 

She made enough money from the book and movie to support herself well and to keep blogging. A cable network did a pretty explicit series based on some of her later blogs, which brought her additional money. As the years went on, we rarely saw each other, but one year before I met my wife, the American Physical Society had its convention in New York, and I suspect that I was the only attendee who had to pay the hotel to repair a broken bed, torn sheets and a smashed chair. I'm not proud, but those are the facts.

Fred and Emily stayed together into their sophomore year in college, but the long distance relationship couldn't survive and they broke up. Emily became a commercial banker in Houston, and I never saw her again. I'm pretty sure that Fred never found out that I was Emily's first, or that Dana and I set them up so that Fred wouldn't graduate high school as a virgin. Or if he did, he never mentioned it to me. Fred and I remained close for years. He also got into academia, as an historian, and was a professor before moving into administration. He was actually a dean for a year at the same college where I work, and during that time, his wife, an English scholar, and mine became friendly and our kids played together. He moved on to a bigger school the next year, though, and worked his way up until he became president of a small liberal arts college in Iowa. We try to get together when we can, and still are in electronic communication on a regular basis.

Using the lessons I had learned at the lake house, and during the rest of that summer, I had a fun and active social life in college, while also doing well in my studies. During those times when I was between girlfriends, Dana and I often got together to take advantage of the benefits of our friendship. In fact, I think the fact that other girls on campus saw me with Dana may have convinced them that there must be something about me that made me worth dating. If I haven't made it clear enough, she was that good looking. 

Dana went off to college a week before I did, for cheerleading practice, and Sarah took her under her wing. Dana joined Sarah's sorority, ultimately became the president and was a three year varsity cheerleader. I visited her there a few times, both when she had a boyfriend, which was a little fun, and when she didn't, which was more fun. I knew that she took her studies pretty seriously, yet pictures of her in her cheerleading uniform, and other sexy outfits, occasionally appeared on the Internet. She gained a small amount of notoriety, so she quit cheerleading and did a little swimsuit modeling and some public appearances at trade shows to pay for school and her expenses and she was even able to put away some money. (Despite her overall lack of modesty, Dana made what turned out to be a smart decision to never appear nude, which probably would have been embarrassing in her future business. I admit that I occasionally accessed my secret stash of pictures, although at some point, I must have forgotten to copy them to a new computer, because they were lost. Luckily for me, they never surfaced anywhere.) 




The Lake House Lessons 12



After Dana graduated, with a double major of communications and marketing, cum laude, she rejected a few opportunities to model full time and Sarah hired her to be an assistant. She thrived, quickly getting a series of promotions. When Sarah's company, Lake House Promotions, opened, she gave Dana a 5% ownership interest. Over time, Dana's striking looks, friendly personality, ability to convince people to do what she wanted, and her talent for getting and managing information, led her to become Sarah's second in command, and Sarah gave her increasing equity in the firm, which proved to be shrewd. Dana received numerous offers to leave Sarah, or to start her own company, but she never did, out of loyalty and the relationship between our families, and her ownership interest in the company.

Dana never married, and was often seen in public, and occasionally in the tabloids and gossip sites, with attractive politicians, actors, athletes and businessmen—always single, because she vowed never to do to a woman what her father had done to Linda. Although she told me that some of them made her happy for some time, she never found the one for a long term, exclusive relationship. Our friendship continued to strengthen over the years, and we were always available to each other for support, or as sounding boards. I valued her insights about people and relationships, an area in which I had certainly improved since high school, but which was never my strength. Until I got married, Dana and I continued to hook up when we were both unencumbered, including a particularly memorable week at the company's villa in St. Bart's where we virtually never left the bedroom, and had all of our meals nude, in bed. 

After college, I got my doctorate and worked at a few colleges before getting on the tenure track at the university where I have worked since. I love my research, and my teaching. I met my wife Rebecca, a brilliant physicist, although our areas of expertise don't overlap, at a symposium in Indianapolis, and when I saw her I thought that she was the most beautiful scientist I had ever seen and knew that she was going to be the woman I would marry. Our attraction was immediate, and we missed a few presentations getting to know each other naked. She took a position at my university when we got married. She is my best friend, and she has heard the basic details of this story. She gets me, even understands my unusual relationship with Dana, and has even become friendly with her. She is also sexually adventurous and satisfies me in ways I never knew existed before I met her, my time with Dana included. 

Dana was right, all those years before—I would meet a woman who would satisfy all of my needs better than she did, but frankly not by much. Rebecca and I have 2 kids, a boy and a girl, and I truly hope that they don't suffer through their high school years the way I did. From what my wife tells me, she was both valedictorian of her high school, and prom queen, and I hope that she is able to help our children navigate their way through those potentially difficult years better than I did.

The lake house continues to be an important part of our family. Dad still goes there, sometimes with women, and Sarah and I both continued to use it, both before and after we were married. We have had family reunions there, and it is fun to watch the kids play in the lake. We have remodeled the downstairs and added on to it, so that there are now two big bedrooms downstairs, for when all of us are there, and 3 smaller bedrooms for the kids, each with its own small private bathroom. The rooms don't connect through the bathroom anymore, which was a little sad, but is more private. 

My wife is amused at how being at the lake house seems to make me horny like a teenager, but has remarked that she doesn't need to be a psychiatrist to figure out why. Nor has she complained about it, either. Sarah and I have agreed that when the lake house passes to us, we will do whatever is necessary to keep it in good shape, so that we can continue to use it, and that our kids can use it. It will be interesting to see if the magic of the place will continue to the next generation, once they are old enough to appreciate it, of course. 

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If you enjoyed these characters, I will be posting a version of these same events from Dana's point of view.