26 comments/ 71596 views/ 45 favorites The Tease Down the Street Ch. 01 By: Red_Jakal Note: All characters are of legal age (18 years of age or older). It starts slow but finishes good. Hope ya'll enjoy. * The woman climbed out of the swimming pool and started toward Rich. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen; she had curves and proportions on her that he had only seen before in dirty magazines his friends had snuck into school, and even then, he knew it was all photoshop. She kept walking toward Rich, her stare never leaving him as her eyes bore into his. Rich had never seen this girl around the school before, in fact, she looked perhaps too old to be at the senior party... Rich considered that she might have graduated a few years ago, and he had never met her until now. As she closed the gap between them, covering at least half the space between where he stood and the pool, she grabbed a towel off a nearby table and began dabbing her face and neck with it. She took a few more steps and pressed the towel against her full, round chest that looked like it might pop out of her swim suit at any moment. She kept moving as she used the towel to press up against her chest, making them rise and press together as she rubbed them in circular motions before dropping the towel and running her fingers through her long, dark, wet hair. She had a tan that was impossible to achieve from the sun alone. "Maybe she was Italian?" Rich thought as his eyes moved over her flat slim stomach and fell to her shapely hips that looked perfect for grabbing a hold of during 'extra curricular activities'. She was almost upon Rich now; he looked around the pool and noticed that everyone else wasn't paying them any attention at all, almost as if he and this exotic woman didn't even exist. "Have I been drinking?" Rich wondered, and desperately hoped not. Then the unspeakable happened... The woman before him stopped only a few feet away, and reached behind her back undoing her bikini top and let it fall to the ground. Rich's eye grew the size of melons, and his already dry mouth hung open gasping for air. She took a step toward him, and in surprise and shock, he also took a step back, falling back against his bright red sports car. He tore his eyes from her firm round tits and hard nipples still glistening from her swim and again looked around and noticed that still no one was noticing him, nor this topless goddess who hadn't so much said a word to him, but was bearing her gorgeous breast to him. She leaned forward toward him and whispered something so soft, he didn't even hear it. She moved so that her wet breast pushed against him, and he was sure that she could feel his erection through his pants on her stomach. She put her mouth next to his ear, and in a hot breathy voice she whispered again. "Rich." Just one word, and it was his name. "How does she know my name?" Rich thought, his mind racing in more than one direction. She placed her hand on either side of him, trapping him in between her and the car, with no way to step to either side. Not that Rich was keen on going anywhere at the moment. She then pushed her hips forward and grinded against Rich and his erection, who in turn gasped as his body, unprepared for the sudden force, pressed back against his shiny, brand new, red mustang hard enough to make the car alarm go off. Again she leaned forward toward his ear and this time, in his mother's voices yelled "Rich!" Rich woke with a start scrambling for his alarm clock, and fumbled to shut it off. His mother again called his name from down stairs and this time he replied. "Yes ma, I'm up!" "About time! The alarm has been going off for 3 minutes straight!" His mother hollered back up the stairs. "I'm leaving, don't be late again!" And with that, rich heard the door open and shut, and the sound of a car starting and speeding off down the road. Rich fell back on his pillow and sighed. He hadn't been drinking, as he earlier assumed, instead he was just dreaming. He looked down at the tent in his bed and was glad his mother hadn't come up the stairs to wake him. He looked at the clock and knew he had no time to take care of the improvised tent pole himself and instead settled for a cold shower. After dressing himself and grabbing a quick breakfast he was out the door and in his car. Rich couldn't help but laugh as he started the beat up white '87 Concorde that was far from a shiny new bright red mustang. He took off toward class wondering exactly why his dreams were becoming so vivid. Perhaps it was just hormones acting up. He had never had any sexual partners other than himself, and he was positive that the constant want to experience anything sexual with a woman was most, if not all, of the problem. School was just another day, the same boring agenda, same boring teachers, and homework. His buddies made the day bearable, as he joked around during class, chatted at lunch, and played some quick basketball after class at the park. None of them were good enough for the school team, but they enjoyed themselves nonetheless. Rich new that his group of friends we not popular at the school, but they weren't disliked either. They simply all got along, and had no issues with any of the clicks within the school. It was a comfortable setting, and he was able to get through all of his schooling without any trouble. He was bright, but never applied himself to full potential, he was athletic enough to avoid being awkward during gym class, but not enough to compete with jocks. All in all, he was very normal and very average, or boring as Rich put it. His buddies all lived on the other side of town, so no one ever hung out in his neighborhood. They all lived within the school district boundaries, and Rich was on the very outskirts of the other side of town. The entire group lived about 30 minutes from the school, just in opposite directions. Therefore they only hung out immediately after class in a central location close to the school. Occasionally his buddies would come out to his place, which was larger than their houses, and would just hang out and listen to music, play video games, and have a good time, but no one really made the hour long trip all that often, especially when they could go five minutes down the road to visit one another. This meant that while Rich was at home, he was again bored. Left to listen to his music alone and daydream. His father had died in action when he was younger, and the military had given a fair amount of money to his mother, which allowed them to buy the larger home on the other side of town with relative ease. It had belonged to his father's friend, and when he moved for work, he sold the house for a great price, but without the money from the military, they still wouldn't have been able to afford it. His mother spent the majority of her time working as a nurse at the local hospital, leaving when Rich woke up, and often not returning until 11 or 12 at night. She claimed she enjoyed working, but Rich knew it was to keep her mind busy, she was still depressed about losing her husband, and the more she kept herself busy, the better off she was. Rich never held this against his mother, they had a great relationship, Spent the weekend evenings together when she got home at 5 or 6, much earlier than her weekday hours. But as much as he enjoyed his mothers company, he again spent the week, and most of the weekend by himself. He spent this alone time learning the guitar, getting handy with a computer, and writing pretty decent poetry, not that he ever shared it with anyone. It was about 5pm when he got home from hanging with his friends, and he immediately went to the shower to clean up the sweat and dirt from the game. As he let the hot water pour over him, his mind wandered back to the dream he had that morning. He pictured the beautiful girl pressing herself against him, and his body physically reacted to the mental image. He leaned against the wall, his hand still soapy from washing his dusty blonde hair, and began to stroke himself slowly. He had a thin, but athletic body, nothing horribly impressive, but nothing to be ashamed of either. He began to grow in size as his strokes quickened. From what he had heard around the school, and seen in the locker room, he knew that he was not considered small, and in fact, might be larger, if only very very slightly, than normal in this particular area. The soap began to foam in his hand and around the base of his completely shaved penis. None of the guys that he knew took the time and effort to completely clean up their nether regions, but Rich felt it was simply more comfortable, and more pleasing to be clean shaven. He knew that guys preferred when women shaved, but did not know if women cared much about it the other way around. Rich's breath quickened as he remembered the woman from his dream pushing her hips into his. Usually he would take his time, building as much as he could before he finally allowed himself release, because the result was much more favorable. But the dream this morning, combined with the lack of time to act when he woke had him wanting to simply finish as fast as he could. He was less than a minute away from peak when the doorbell rang. Rich cursed as he remembered he was waiting for a package to arrive. He had ordered new guitar strings a week or so ago, and had missed the delivery yesterday. The note left on the door the day before stated that if he didn't retrieve and sign for the package today, it would be sent back and he'd have to have it re-shipped and wait yet another week for his strings to return. He stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist and ran down the stairs. "Why can't they just leave it at the damn door, it's just a damn G and E string, why would I need to sign for it anyway? It cost less than 20 dollars, it's not like leaving it on the doorstep in this neighborhood was dangerous, especially since it's only strings." Rich complained all the way from the shower to the door, muttering under his breath. Rich saw the shadow on the glass window in the door and hollered as the door bell rang again. "Coming, I'm here, just one second." Rich unlocked the door, removed the latch, and cracked the door open so only his face showed, and put his arm through it. "I don't understand why-..." Rich stopped his complaint mid sentence. On his porch stood a girl he had never seen before holding a plate of cookies. She looked at him and turned her head sideways slightly. There was an awkward few seconds when nothing happened. Then they both spoke. "I'm sorry!" Rich said "I'm sorry..." The girl spoke at the same time. His apology was out of embarrassment, hers was more out of confusion. There was another small pause before Rich cleared his voice. "I'm sorry." He repeated. "I was in the shower, I thought you were delivering my G Sting and..." Rich stopped again as he realized he had phrased that in the worst possible way imaginable. The girl squinted her eyes and began to step back from the door before Rich recovered. "I play the guitar!" He hastily spat out. "I ordered some G and E strings, and I missed the delivery yesterday, and if I missed it again today, they'd send it back, and I didn't want that to happen, and I was in the shower, I ran down the stairs, I didn't think.... I just thought it'd be the delivery guy... and I didn't want to miss him... and..." Rich stopped again. During his rambling the girls face had went from frightened, to confused, to embarrassed, to humor. She had giggled slightly, but now she was outright laughing. "What's so funny?" He said defensively. "You're funny." She said very matter of factly as she shrugged her shoulders. Rich paused for a moment, and realized that the entire episode was kinda funny, and he too laughed, if a bit nervously. "I'm sorry. Uh, are those cookies? Are you selling them?" The girl looked at the plate of cookies as if she had forgotten she was holding them, before smiling and looking back up. "I'm a bit too old to be a girl scout, don't you think?" Rich was embarrassed for the third time in less than 3 minutes. "I, uh, guess so... sorry." Now that he wasn't stumbling through explanations, he had a chance to look the girl over. She was obviously his age. The girl noticed Rich was examining her and cleared her throat. "Sorry." Rich apologized for the thousandth time. "Are you, um, looking for someone?" "Well, my mother asked me to bring over these cookies. See, we just moved in down the street last week, and she had run into... uh, your mom I think. So she asked me to bring these over as a thank you gift for being so friendly to her." Rich remembered now that his mother had indeed mentioned a new neighbor down the street taking Old Man Harris house. Harris was a neighborhood staple, always rocking on his porch, smoking his flavored cigars, and listening to the blues. Rich had spent several summer afternoons sitting on the smokey porch with Harris, and had learned how to play a few bluesy tunes when Harris brought out his Dobro (a resonator guitar used frequently in blues tunes). Harris had gotten old though, and moved to Florida with his family so they could care for him. "That's right; my mother did mention your mother I believe. She's, uh, not home right now. She works a lot, and won't be back until late tonight, I'll let her know you stopped by though." Rich said. The girl giggled again and extended the plate of cookies. "Just because she isn't home doesn't mean you can't take the cookies now silly." "Oh, of course." Rich nodded his head and took the plate of cookies, but they were much heavier than he thought, and his hand was still wet, so he had to quickly remove his other hand from towel to keep from dropping the plate. In his frenzy he let the door swing wide open. Luckily his towel only slid down a few inches from his belly button to the top of his hips. He quickly adjusted his grip on the plate so he could hold it in one hand, and grabbed the towel before it was able to cause an even more disastrous embarrassment. If Rich didn't shave, it was very possible that some hair would now be showing above the towel, and he was glad that he had also avoided that embarrassment as well. He went to apologize yet again when he noticed that the girl was looking at the newly exposed area above the towel. It was Richs turn to clear his voice, as he grabbed the door and tried to shield the majority of his body behind it. She blushed slightly, but instead of apologizing, the girl shrugged. "I'm Stephanie. It's nice to meet you." And with that she turned around, hopped down the stairs, and disappeared down the sidewalk. As she went down the stairs, Rich got a good look at her backside. Her dark red curly hair fell just below and behind her shoulders. She had a thin waist, and even in her loose fitting jeans, he noticed that her hips curved out nicely from her body, and a round bottom to match. He noticed earlier during his first examination that her chest protruded a decent amount, even if her plain grey shirt hung loose around her body. He realized that even in loose and baggy clothing, she was quite attractive, and wondered why she did not wear something more flattering, especially if his imagination correctly portrayed what might lie under it. He closed the door and placed the cookies on the nearby table. He pictured her face again, smiling with full dark pink lips and giggling at his expense. Her dark red hair contracted wonderfully with her slightly pale skin, and sparkling green eyes. She even had cute freckles on her nose. She was like a stereotypical redhead he realized, but much prettier than he ever considered them to be. He hiked his towel up and headed back up the stairs into the still running shower. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and started stroking himself, but his dream from that morning was forgotten already... he had replaced it with something more tangible. *** It was about 11:30 that night when he woke up to his mother calling his name from his door. Luckily he was not in the midst of any dreams, and was mostly presentable. He couldn't sleep with clothes on, they seemed too constricting, and so he rarely slept with anything on at all. "Hey, honey. I saw the cookies on the table, they were delicious! Did you make those yourself?" Rich sat up, carefully keeping the covers from slipping below his waist. "Oh no. Uh, the woman who moved into Old Man Harris's house, her daughter came by and dropped them off. She said it was because you were so nice to her." "Oh! How kind! I'll have to invite her over for dinner sometime. So you met Ms Obrien's daughter then?" "Uh, yeah." Rich said, deciding not to explain in detail the days events. "Well you should show her around town sometime, I'm sure she's lonely out here, being new and all." "Yeah. Good idea ma." Rich said, glad to make any excuse to see the girl again. "Well good night honey. See you in the morning." She flicked off the light and disappeared down the hallway to her room. Rich lay in bed, his mind too busy thinking about Stephanie to immediately fall back to sleep. "Stephanie Obrien." He whispered allowed, and then he swore under his breath as he realized he hadn't even told her his name. He remembered when she had told him her name, shrugging indifferently as he brought attention to that fact that she was staring at his body. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, hoping his dreams would be as pleasant as the night before. *** Rich thought about Stephanie most of the day at school. He couldn't wait to get home and visit her to properly introduce himself. After an agonizingly long school day, he told his buddies he couldn't shoot hoops, and raced home. When he got back to his door, he stopped and let his head roll forward off his shoulders and into the door in frustration. He had completely forgotten about the guitar strings the day before, and on the door was a note explaining that his strings were returned, and to contact the seller. He must have not heard the doorbell when he got back into the shower after his encounter with Stephanie. He walked into the house, grabbed a cookie and headed to his computer to send an email off to the seller. The cookie was indeed delicious, and he understood why his mother woke him up to tell him so. He could eat the entire plate and still want for more. He limited himself to just one more, before heading up the stairs to change into something slightly nicer than ripped up jeans and a band t-shirt. But as he stood in front of his closet, he realized how ridiculous he was acting. He was just going down to her house to introduce himself. There was no reason to get all dressed up. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands. What would he even say? He then realized just how awkward the conversation they had yesterday was. He was entirely too nervous to go down to her house now. He decided to put on a record instead, and desperately wished he had gotten his strings yesterday to keep himself busier. He passed time by finishing his homework and making dinner. While he wasn't anything special in the kitchen, he knew his way around the stove enough to keep from succumbing to constant left-overs or frozen meals. His mother was always pleased with the fact that he cooked for himself and her, since she rarely had time to do any cooking herself. Rich flicked through a few TV channels, checked his email to see that the guitar strings should arrive back in time for the end of the week, and turned in early. He tossed and turned that night, too frustrated with himself for not going down to Stephanie's house to sleep. He was still awake when his mother came home, and heard her moving around the kitchen quietly, and then climbed the stairs and head into her bedroom. He looked at his clock and noticed it was relatively early for his mom to be home, only 1030. He knew that she sometimes got to leave the hospital early if it was slow, but it had been awhile since she was able. He waited for a bit to make sure she was asleep and crawled out of bed, threw on some running shorts and t-shirt, and slink down the stairs and out the door. Not that he really needed to worry too much; his mother had trouble sleeping, and took medication for it. Once she was asleep, she stayed asleep until the morning, when she woke up at exactly 6 o'clock on the dot, alarm clock or not. The Tease Down the Street Ch. 01 It wasn't uncommon for Rich to sneak out at night for a jog, he often spent his days bored and lounging around, so he never felt truly tired, and jogging was a good way to clear his mind, and wear him out so that he slept without trouble. Rich put in his headphones and picked some heavy music to jog to, and started off down the block toward the large pond a mile or so away from the houses. As he jogged on the path that circled the pond he looked through the trees and shrubbery that followed the path on either side. He knew it was not uncommon for kids his age to sneak out here and find a clearing in the bushes for some alone time, and while he had never come upon anyone during the act, he sometimes saw blankets, wrappers, beer bottles and other signs that people had been around. He once found a pair of girls underwear, and was still slightly ashamed at what he had done with them. He had fantasized more than a few times that he might come to the pond one day with a girl and find his own spot amongst the bushes. In fact, he knew the perfect spot. Not too far from the backside of the pond, if you ducked under some branches and made your way out into a small clearing, another smaller pond lay behind it. Just off the edge of the pond was a small patch of land, no more than 7 feet in diameter. It would take a good jump, or some well placed logs or thick branches to reach the tiny island, but it was secluded, and well hidden. Whenever he was out for a jog he checked the small piece of land for use, but it always remained the same. There was no worn path to it, there was no sign of any disturbance between the main path and the clearing, and he felt fairly confident that his secret spot would stay secret. Making his way back home, he decided to loop the long way around his block and pass by Old Man Harris's house. As the house came into view, he was thankful all the lights were off. He checked his phone and saw that it was almost 11:30, so he figured everyone would be asleep anyway. He slowed his jog a bit as he passed by the house and wondered which room was hers. No sooner than the thought had entered his mind did one of the curtains move. He straightened his head so that he was looking down the sidewalk and kept moving at the pace he was at, in hopes to not look anymore suspicious than someone jogging by your house at 11:30 might normally look. By the time he got home his neck was sore and stiff from fighting the urge to turn around and look back down the street. He snuck into his house, slinked back up the stairs, threw some water on his face and patted his body down to absorb what little sweat he broke in the crisp fall weather. It never got terribly cold where he lived, but during the fall and winter months, the nights got chilly. He fell back into bed, but still couldn't sleep, even after his jog. He was too worried that Stephanie had caught him looking at her house. Would she think he was some kinda creepy stalker? First he answered the door half naked, and then he was jogging by her house at night. If her first impression of him didn't stick, he was positive the second might. He eventually drifted off to sleep, although it wasn't peaceful. *** The following morning he was down the stairs before his mother left the house and endured a hug and kiss goodbye before he gulped down some breakfast and got into his car. He would arrive to school early, but it wasn't as if he had anything else to do, so he turned the radio up and took off toward the road. He hadn't even gotten 5 minutes down the road when he saw her. She was dressed in a blue and green plaid skirt that fell a few inches above her knees, and a short sleeve brown button down shirt that buttoned almost all the way up to her neck, with a dark blue vest on top of it that pushed the shirt snuggly against her chest. He considered looking the other way as he passed by, but against his better judgment he slowed down and rolled down the window. "Stephanie?" Stephanie turned around in a whirl that brought her skirt up a few extra inches showing off more of her legs than intended before falling back into place. "Oh, it's you!" She exclaimed, surprised. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself when we last... met. My name is Rich." She came over to the car and put her hands against on the rolled down window. "Well hello Rich. I'm glad to see you again." Rich got a better look at her in the clothing she had on when she approached the car. His imagination had not let him down, she was definitely every bit as attractive as he thought she was, if not more so. The outfit she adorned, even if the colors were hideous and mix-matched, still accented her body very well. Thin, yet curvy, and a beautiful face to match. He started laughing as she leaned against his car. "What?" She asked. "I thought you said you were a little too old for girl scouts." He said, still chuckling. "Oh, very funny. This is my school uniform. I go to the all girls catholic school down the street." "That explains why I haven't seen you around school." Rich said. "Yeah, it was my fathers idea. He was a very devout catholic." "Was?" Rich asked. "Well... He still is I guess. He left my mother and I to pursue a position in the Vatican. Celibacy, solitude, the whole bit. No time for us. He said it was 'Gods will.' Load of crap if you ask me." "And you still attend Catholic school even though he's gone?" "Well my mother still likes the idea. She bought into the whole story. So here I am." "I guess that makes for a lot of animosity between you too?" "Not really. She knows how I feel... I mean, I'm still religious and stuff... I just don't take it as far as they do." "I see..." Rich said even though he really didn't. "So... You walk? Where is the school?" "Na, I take the community bus into town. It's about 10 blocks from the main High School. I'm surprised you don't know where it is." "Oh, it's that huge church building; I didn't realize that they held class there." "Yeah, a few hundred girls go there, but almost all of them are from out of town. Parents pay good money to get their daughters into town so they can get their education there." "Interesting... So... Can I give you a ride into town then?" Rich replied, unsure how those words came out of his mouth. He was never really out going or confident when it came to girls, but for some reason it wasn't the same talking to Stephanie. It felt easier than trying to talk to other girls. "I'd love that!" She said as she popped the door open and fell into the seat. As she scooted around in her seat trying to get comfortable her skirt inched up a bit again and Rich couldn't help himself but stare. Her legs were amazing. They were full, luscious legs that rolled from her hips down to her slender calves leaving only a small space between them when she was standing upright. She reached down and tugged the end of her skirt down and crossed her legs. Rich wasn't sure if she had noticed him staring or not, but decided to keep his eyes on the road just in case. "I'm glad you saw me walking." She said staring out the window so that Rich couldn't see her face. "Yeah? I mean... You know, it was no big deal." Rich said perhaps a little to excited at first. She didn't stop staring out the window when she replied. "Well yeah, this is way better than the bus. Plus, I was afraid you might be someone else." "Um... Someone else?" Rich asked confused. Still looking away from Rich she replied. "Yeah. I woke up late last night and heard something outside, so I looked outside and saw some weirdo looking at my house while jogging by." Riches face went beet red. He considered going along with it, but thought it might be better to explain himself. "Uh... That was me. Sorry. I jog sometimes when I can't sleep. I didn't meant to be creepy, I was just curious, and took the long way around the block to see... If you guys had changed the place at all." She finally turned back toward Rich with a huge grin on her face. "I know." She said very matter of factly. "I just wanted to see what you'd say." "Oh." Was all Rich could cough out, as he quietly commended himself on telling the truth. "So you knew the previous owner?" She asked, without so much as another question about his late night prowling. "Yeah. Old Man Harris used to live there." Rich took the time to explain his relationship with the black blues player and the summers on his smokey porch. "That's so nice." She said genuinely as they pulled up next to the church. "You know, the porch is still nice. You should stop by during the daylight some time." "Uh... Sure. That'd be... Cool." Rich said, still embarrassed about being caught red handed. "So... See you tomorrow then? Same time?" She asked the rather red-faced boy. "Yeah, sure, no problem." Rich managed to say without sounding like a complete idiot. "Great!" She exclaimed as she opened the door and swung both legs out of the car. As she stood up, the back of her skirt flew up just enough for Rich to get a glimpse of plain white panties that he could have sworn was slightly see through, even if it was unintentional by the manufacturer. Rich rode off toward school hiding the erection that had instantly appeared. *** It wasn't til after school, while he was shooting hoops with the guys that he realized Stephanie probably took the bus home too. He felt stupid for not asking if she needed a ride home. He played one more game of 3 on 3 with the guys and took off. He parked his car and ran upstairs for a quick shower and through on some fresh clothes before heading down to Stephanie's house. As he walked up the porch, he heard a voice from behind him. "Hey there stranger!" A voice Rich instantly recognized as Stephanie. He turned around to see her walking up the driveway dressed in baggy sweat pants and a white tank top. Her hair was up in a pony tail instead of down around her shoulders and her bag was strapped so that it went around her neck and down in between her chest, causing them to bulge to either side of her top. "Hey. I thought you might be home already. I forgot to ask how you got home. I assume you take the bus, and figured I might give you a ride both ways." "Oh its fine. I have volleyball after class, which is why I'm such a mess right now." She said pulling her pony tail out and shaking her hair down. It was indeed a tangled mess, but Rich though it looked sexy, like a girl might after a long night of passion. "So you take the bus home after that?" He asked. "No, my boyfriend picked me up and we made out in his car." She said nonchalantly. "...oh." Rich said, suddenly feeling his heart drop into his stomach and all his hopes and dreams crumble. Stephanie's lips formed a sly smile. "Just kidding. I took the bus." "Oh!" Rich said suddenly much happier. Stephanie giggled, and moved around him onto her porch. "Come on in, let me freshen up real quick and Ill get you something to drink." Rich followed her into the house, but felt pretty stupid as he realized how easy she had just read him. Looking around he realized not a whole lot had changed inside the house. He had only been in it a few times, but all the furniture had been arranged in a similar manner to how Harris had it. Stephanie dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs and disappeared into the room where the curtains had moved the night before. She called down at him. "My mother works the night shift at the pharmacy in town, so we probably just missed her. She won't be back til close to midnight, but she wanted to meet you." "Oh?" Rich said suddenly nervous. "You, uh, tell her you met me?" Rich heard her laugh. "Don't worry, I left out the part about your towel." Rich said a silent prayer of thanks and looked around the rest of the house. From upstairs he heard some drawers opening and closing and what might be a closet door. The thought of her changing above him caused a bulge to form in his jeans. He heard more shuffling and then she poked her head out of her room and called down to him. "Uh, I left my bag at the bottom of the stairs, I forgot my other sweat pants were in there, could you bring that up here real quick?" Rich hesitated, but then quickly called up. "Yeah, sure." He grabbed the bag and trodded up the stairs and saw that she had closed her door. He knocked and it popped open. She was bending over reaching for something under her bed, her round ass up in the air. She was wearing tight, short black spandex looking shorts and Rich couldn't tear his eyes away. She finally retrieved a pair of socks and turned around to catch Rich staring, yet again. The embarrassment of being caught so obviously ogling her butt snapped enough sense into Rich to turn away and hold out the bag. "I, uh, knocked... The door popped open." He stuttered out, his face burning red. "Yeah... It does that. We haven't got it fixed yet." Stephanie said. She stood with her hands on her hips staring at Rich, who was still turned away, outstretched hand holding the bag. "Geez. Havent you ever seen volleyball shorts before?" She asked with the hint of a smile in her voice. "Really, its ok... You won't turn to stone if you look." Rich slowly turned around, struggling to keep eye contact. But now that she was standing up without the bag over her shoulder, he noticed that the white tank top she was still wearing showed more cleavage than he could have ever hoped for, causing his erection to pulse in excitement. Sensing his eyes she tugged the top of her shirt up, but smiled as she did it. Rich took a few awkward steps forward and placed the bag on her bed. "You, uh, have a nice room." She giggled. "Yes. Its very nice. Now, I'm going to change out of my spandex and my tank top, and I'm afraid you can't stay for that." "Right. Of course." He said and started to turn. But before he turned all the way around she glanced down at the bulge in pants that he was hoping would go unnoticed. "After all, I think your excited enough already." She said with a smirk on her face. "Sorry!" Rich said as he quickly jammed his hand in his pocket to cover up his protrusion. "You're always apologizing!" She joked. "Now, could you please close my door on your way out? I'll be right down." Rich nodded and backed out of the room, as he closed the door, he could have sworn he saw her smirk one last time before pulling her tank top over her head right before the door clicked shut. Rich headed down the stairs in a daze, and found himself a seat at the kitchen table. He burned the image he had just seen into his mind, making sure he would have it for later use. She had creamy white skin that had only slightly more color than her white-cream colored bra. He had seen that her chest was perfectly round in every aspect, and the thought of what it might look like uncovered cause the situation in his pants to worsen. He quickly adjusted himself when he heard her move from her room upstairs. She came down the stairs and offered him something to drink and started asking questions about school as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago upstairs. She talked about sports, games, friends, the neighborhood, the weather, her previous home and friends, and just about everything in between. They snacked for a bit, asking questions to each other, and having just plain friendly conversation. After several hours of conversation, they both realized the time, and Rich thanked her for inviting him in, and made his way back home. He finished some homework, cooked some dinner, and finally crawled into bed, where visions of Stephanie in her volleyball shorts and white tank top played over and over in his head until he relieved himself of the sexual tension lingering since she noticed his erection in her room. The next few days went in a similar manner, he drove her to school, picked her up after practice and they would hang out at his place or hers, doing homework, chatting about everything and nothing, showing her his guitar (he finally got his strings!), and talking about their past. However, during these seemingly harmless sessions, there was a sexual tension that Rich felt he could cut with a knife. She was constantly brushing up against him, letting her tank top sink too low, or a shoulder strap would fall and even after Rich was caught obviously staring, she would giggle and lean forward covering her mouth in mock embarrassment, or waving a finger at him as if scolding, but never fix it. At one particular point, he was trying to show her a chord on his guitar, and as he pointed out the G-String, she giggled, and pulled two straps out from under her tight yoga pants above her hips and exclaimed: "Clearly different than mine!" But she would always laugh, always make it a joke, and Rich had no clue if she was seriously coming on to him, or if she was just a goofy, sexually immature girl. Another day after school, they were playing around on her couch with a nerf ball and at one point they began fighting for the ball. Stephanie hand somehow ended up sitting in his lap, facing away from him. She had ahold of the ball in front of her, but his arms came around either side of her still gripping the ball. She stopped laughing and squirming and simply sat for a second. Rich realized that he had an erection, and she was sitting directly atop of it. Stephanie then tightened her grip on the ball, and shoved her hips down, moving from side to side with her hips. Rich struggled to maintain the ball, but was taken by surprise as the pressure of her ass rode against the pole in his pants. Stephanie then scooted all the way back so that her butt was against his stomach, and then grinded down again as she slid forward. The motion caused his basketball shorts to slide down over his erection, leaving only a thin layer of boxer between him and her pants. Rich let go of the ball and yanked his shorts back up. Stephanie popped up from the couch and smiled holding the ball in her hand looking much more smug than he thought possible. "I win." *** It had been about 3 weeks since him and Stephanie had started hanging out on a regular basis, and now their mothers occasionally spent their off times on the weekends together. Late Sunday night, as Rich finishing some last minute homework at the kitchen table, his mother joined him and casually started asking how things were going for him. "Really ma, everything is great." Rich said for the fifth time as he realized he forgot to square his answer. "So, only one more week before break..." His mother said, as if it meant something special to Rich. He knew that it just meant a week of him hanging around the house. "Yep. Looking forward to relaxing." He replied, but secretly hoping he'd spend the majority of time with Stephanie. "Are you going to hang out with Stephanie?" His mother asked, as if reading his mind. Rich shrugged, trying to seem like he didn't care. "Maybe, depends what she's doing I guess." "She's a very nice girl... isn't she?" His mother coaxed a little further. "Yeah ma, she's cool." Rich said, getting slightly irritated at this new line of questioning. Of course he liked her, she was funny, smart, knew how to have a good time, and of course she was drop dead gorgeous too. "Rich, honey, are you gay?" His mother asked without any hesitation. "What!? Ma!" Rich said dropping his pen and stood up surprised she'd even ask. "It's ok honey, you can tell me, there's nothing to be ashamed of." She said nodding her head sympathetically. "No! Mother. I am not gay, ok? I like girls. I really like girls. All the time. Ok ma?" Rich gathered his stuff and headed up the stairs. His mother sat at the table shaking her head and chuckling. Rich lay awake in bed, still shocked at the conversation he had with his mother. He couldn't believe she'd even ask that. Of course he knew why she asked. She was wondering if he liked Stephanie. He thought back to the past few weeks. She had definitely been... maybe... flirting with him. But flirting is much more outright. Stephanie was clearly playing with him, the question was, why? Did she like him? She seemed to be making moves that suggested so, but she kept toying with him. Teasing him. And the funny thing was that he liked it. He liked it a lot. He realized that this is why they hadn't progressed to anything else... she was teasing him and pushing him and stringing him along to see how much he could take. His heart started beating widely at the rush and excitement of his sudden revelation. He made a conscious decision to play along, and perhaps find away to get even. The Tease Down the Street Ch. 01 The next week, he focused on the pre-break school load, but still found time to hang with Stephanie. He made passive attempts to get her going in one of her teasing moods, but also devised something slightly more sinister. When he picked her up Monday morning, he purposely dropped his apple at as he took off from a stop sign, he reached for it a few times, and then making sure to look convincing, sighed loudly. "Steph, can you grab that please before it rolls under my break." "Sure, no problem." She said, as she leaned over looking tentatively for the placement of the apple before reaching down. Rich had already moved the apple under his seat though. "I, uh, don't see it." Rich tried not to smile. "Its gotta be down there somewhere, just feel around." Stephanie leaned over his lap, and moved her hand around on the floor. Rich waited til she was about as low as she could get without burying her face in his lap, and then put his hand onto her head as he called out: "Oh shit, hold on!" He then pushed the breaks down, careful not to slam them hard, he didn't want her head hitting the steering wheel, and came to almost a complete stop while using the hand on her head to ensure she didn't get rattled. In the process, Stephanie gasped, grabbed a hold of his legs, and pushed her head deeper into his lap and tighter against his stomach. Rich wasn't hard, but that anticipation had made him swell slightly, and he felt her face press against his warm cock, but he wasn't sure if she had felt it. After he stopped, he took his hand off her head and let it slip down her back. "Sorry, are you ok?" Stephanie shot her head up and back and looked around as if she might be in the middle of gunfire. "What!? What was it!?" "Calm down, it was just a squirrel in the road, I didn't want to hit it." Rich laughed. "Oh, ok then." Stephanie said as she pushed her hair back and straightened her shirt. They had gotten another mile down the road when she slapped rich on the arm. "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy that mister! Rich put his hand to his chest in mock offense. "Me? Never." "I'm not as naïve as I look!" Stephanie said while she crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt down. Rich chuckled. "I'm not so sure about that. The Catholic school girl uniform is pretty cliché, but it kinda fits." Stephanie laughed at that one. "I see you've lost interest in your apple." Rich smiled as he pulled up next to the church. "Lost my appetite." Stephanie grabbed her bag from beneath her feet and climbed out of his car. "I'm sure." *** On Wednesday, he pulled another trick, but this was unplanned. Stephanie had brought a bottle of water into the car, and was sipping it slowly as they talked about break. Just as Stephanie was about to take another sip, Rich floored the gas down and brought it back up so that the car jerked. Water came spilling out of the bottle, splashing Stephanie in the face, and dripping all over her shirt and vest. She held up her hands in disbelief looking down at her uniform which was soaked in several areas. "Oh my gosh, Im so sorry!" Rich exclaimed, trying to sound as honest as possible. Stephanie was still frozen in shock, but Rich was thinking quick on his feet. He pulled the car to the side of the road and reached behind his seat to grab a sweatshirt that had been sitting in the car for awhile. He quickly pressed it against her shirt. "I don't know what happened. This old car seems to be falling apart!" Rich said as he slowly padded his way from her neck to her chest. "It's ok, really, I'm fine. "I'm sorry about your clothes." Rich kept brushing the shirt against her chest. "There aren't that wet, really its- mmm." Stephanie fluttered her eyes as Rich brushed right over where he though her nipple might be. She quickly gasped and grabbed the shirt from Rich, drying herself off in his stead, but her face was flush. "You, uh, ok there?" Rich asked, attempting to be sincere, but he knew a hint of cockiness could be heard in his voice. "I'm fine." Stephanie said, and that was clearly the end of the conversation. He took off toward her school feeling rather proud. *** On Friday, Rich got to her house early, and met her on the porch. "Here, let me grab your bag for you." "Oh, and when did you become a gentlemen?" Stephanie asked, but handed over the bag anyway. "Just now I guess." Rich shrugged. "Be careful, wouldn't want anyone getting any ideas about you being a halfway decent guy." She whispered as she placed her finger at the base of his neck and let it slide down to his stomach, resting on the top of his belt where she paused before pulling away and heading toward the car. Rich shook his head and chased after her, beating her to the car, he opened the front door and let her in, closing it behind her. He then walked to the other side of the car, and placed her bag behind his seat. As he drove toward the school, she lifted up her legs one at a time and straightened her socks. As she lifted her left leg, he got a small peak at a pair of white, thin, lacy underwear. Rich couldn't have been luckier. When they got to church building, Rich turned off the car and hoped out. "Where exactly are you going?" Stephanie asked. "I think my right front tire is low on air, the car seems to be balanced weird, did you feel it?" He asked. "Uh, no." Stephanie said as she got out of the car and looked at Rich as he knelt beside the tire, pushing and poking it. "Hey, wears my bag?" "Uh, you don't have it?" Rich asked, pre-occupied with the task at hand. "No, you took it remember. Mr. Gentlemen." "Oh, that's right, it's in the backseat." Stephanie tried the door and turned back to Rich. "Its locked." "Keys are in the ignition." Stephanie sighed as she bent over and reached into the car. As soon as she ducked her head into the car, Rich was on his feet behind her. Stephanie half gasped, half yelped and jumped enough to hit her head on the ceiling of the car. She grabbed the back of her head and yelled: "RICH!" "Sorry... couldn't resist. It was right there in my face." He had waited for her to reach over the seats and grab the key, as she was bent, her skirt rose up enough to show the white lacy underwear she was wearing that covered only the top half of her ass. Rich spanked her, not hard, but enough to make a smacking sound, and before he pulled his hand away, he was sure to give the nice round, firm butt a squeeze. Stephanie was quick to jump back out of the car and pull the back of her skirt down, her face red with what was first looked like anger, but Rich quickly realized was embarrassment. "Well, I never!" She said exasperated. Rich chuckled as he unlocked the back seat and handed over her bag. "Have a good day at school, see you at 5." She snatched the bag and stormed off muttering under her breath. *** When Rich picked Stephanie up, she had on her tight yoga pants, and a form fitting black tank top. They sped home, excited to be done with school for awhile, and happy to have no homework to worry about. They parked at her house and got some drinks and chips before turning on the TV while chatting about the differences in their school systems, which led to uniforms. It was at this point Stephanie brought up the mornings event. " Speaking of uniforms! Just because I'm forced to wear a skirt to school doesn't mean can grab a hold of my ass every time I bend over!" "I don't believe I've done it every time you've bent over... and trust me, you do it often." "Staring a little more than you should perhaps?" she said slyly. "Posing a little more than you should perhaps?" he fired back. "Pretend you don't like it." She challenged. "Pretend you didn't like this morning." He countered. "Maybe I didn't!" She said standing up from the couch and stepping in front of his view of the television. "I highly doubt it." He said smugly as he got up to grab another coke. Stephanie followed him into the kitchen, arms crossed over her chest, which pressed her chest further together, enhancing the view greatly. "What makes you think I liked it?" Rich took a swig from his coke and shrugged. "You didn't do anything that alluded otherwise." His eyes never left her chest as he added. "You're always being such a tease." Stephanie unfolded her arms and crossed over to Rich, took his coke, slammed it down on the table, and pushed him against the wall, placing her hand on either side of him, trapping him from escape. She spoke in a deep whisper, her words slow and sharp, her eyes narrowed and her face so close to his that he could taste her breath. "What exactly are you trying to say?" Rich didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hips, swung himself around and pinned her against the wall, pressing his lips onto hers. At first he was met with resistance, her hands pressed against his shoulders, her head trying to tilt aside, and her lips firmly pressed together. But as the surprise wore off, she loosened her lips allowing his to sink into hers, she stopped tilting her head back and leaned into him instead, she dropped her hands from his shoulders slowly, letting them fall over his chest and onto his waist. It was a long embrace, and when he pulled away they both gasped for air. "I'm done saying things." He finally replied to her last question. "It's about damn time." She said and leaned forward for another kiss. This time there was no second guessing. He wrapped his arms behind her and pulled her firm breasts into him. She let her tongue dart between her lips in to his and brought her hands from around his back to the front, slowly tracing the border between his skin and jeans. The resulting sensation was enough to make his knees buckle. She giggled in between small soft kisses as he brought his hands up and traced her face, and ran his fingers through her soft curly hair. Stephanie's fingers were still dancing on the front of his stomach just above his belt buckle. Rich thought of one better, and pushed his hands up the back of her shirt, and then lightly scratched her back on the way down. She pulled away from his lips to gasp, and he took this opportunity to start kissing her neck and shoulders, bringing one strap of her tank top down onto her arm, and then the other. As he kissed her neck, she fidgeted more at his waist line, and slipped her fingers into the tops of his jeans, and was now holding onto them and using it to pull his lower body flush with hers. He kissed lower and lower using his tongue to dance over her skin until he was at the top of her shirt. He paused for a moment, but not meeting any resistance he pulled it down to her waist, revealing that the bra was built into the shirt. Rich was slightly taken aback at this new development and straightened back up, staring at her chest. "What?" she asked coyly. "They are amazing!" He said, and meant it. Rich had never seen a pair of tits close up before, and now stood the most amazing pair he thought he might ever see. He knew they were large, but no overly so. But this is the first time he saw them bare and without support and he expected them to sag in some way, but they stayed almost exactly where they were. They were smooth and unblemished with small round pink circles in the middle, each with a hard nipple standing erect in the center. Rich brought his hands up and looked for approval. Stephanie replied by grabbing his wrists and pulling them forward so that his hand grasped each breast firmly. Rich squeezed them gently and let his fingers fall over her nipples, circling and rubbing them between his fingers, and occasionally pulling lightly. With each new technique, Stephanie's would make a small sound, that was something akin to whimpering, but her face showed she was thoroughly enjoying the attention. She was finally able to string a few words together. "Where...mm... did you... uh... oh!... learn this?" Rich shook his head and continued to toy with her breasts, completely fascinated. "I don't know. I've never... I mean... this is the first time..." "Me too... god yes... do that again please." She said in a husky voices as he rubbed his thumbs up and down her nipples, using the rest of his fingers to grasp her chest and push them together. He was happy to oblige, and continued to rub her nipples. As he played with her chest Rich began to grow in size so that his erection came up to the top of his jeans. Stephanie still had her fingers on the inside of the top of his jeans and felt the tip of his penis touch her hand. She giggled and rubbed her hand over the top of it causing Rich's knees to buckle again. "Come on, let's sit." Stephanie said, grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch. She grabbed her tank top from around her waist and removed it completely before sitting next to Rich. Rich's mind raced, he couldn't believe that this was finally happening. His erection was pulsing and was actually starting to become sore in his pants from the anticipation of what could soon happen. He had never been this aroused before, and knew it was because the past month had been spent dodging the sexual tension that had grown between them. Stephanie leaned in to kiss him and dropped her hands to his belt, fumbling it loose and taking it off. She wasted little time with his button and zipper while their tongues tasted each others mouths, and his hands and fingers continued playing with her chest and nipples. She broke from his mouth to look down at the outline under his boxers. She looked back up at him and never broke eye contact as she grabbed the band of his boxers and tugged them down to his feet, pulling the rest of his jeans off his body in one quick motion. She stood up before him now, having to previously crouch down to remove the pants and boxers from his ankles, and broke his eye contact for the first time to stare at his throbbing hard on. "God... Its so... so much better than I've imagined." She said biting her bottom lip. "You've been imagining this?" Rich said pointing at his erection. "Yes! Ever since I saw you in that towel... I've been imagining it every night since then. Tell me Rich, were you imagining me? Were you picturing me late at night in your bed." She spoke in a sensual tone as she leaned over Rich and her chest hung over his face. She gave his ear a quick lick and nip with her teeth. "Do you play with yourself at night thinking about me?" "Y-y-yes." Rich stammered out as the redhead in front of him ran her hands up his thighs, just barely brushing over his cock. "Take off your shirt." Stephanie demanded. Rich was quick to comply and as he did so he watched her peel her tight yoga pants from the top all the way down to her ankles before delicately stepping out of each leg. She had on a pair of smooth black bikini cut panties that showed all of her thighs and looked slightly tight as the it clung to her ass, letting a small bit of cheek hang out underneath it from behind on each side. Stephanie dropped to her knees in front of Rich and ran her finger tips down his chest. She then positioned her elbows on top of his thighs and lowered her body so that each round, perky tit enveloped the sides of his cock. She sat there smiling as Rich squirmed in his seat at the pressure being applied to his cock. He was sure she could feel the veins within it beating in between her chest, but she didn't mention it. "Can I... Can I taste it?" She said looking Rich in the eyes and then dropping her gaze so that she was looking straight down into her bosom as his purple tip. Rich opened his mouth and tried to form words. Nothing came out, but he desperately wanted to say yes, so he snapped his mouth shut and nodded his head violently. Stephanie giggled and leaned back, bringing his erection with her for a few seconds before they popped out between her tits and slapped him against the stomach. She greedily grabbed a hold of him and positioned her head above the tip. She slowly blew down upon him, letting her hot breath travel from the top all the way to the bottom of his shaft, and then onto his sack. "You're completely shaved I see. Is that normal for men?" Rich shook his head. 'I-uh... I don't think s-so." He was visibly shaking now as her lips were less than an inch from his cock as she spoke. Stephanie then tilted her head and moved down the shaft, blowing warm breath the entire length before stopping at the base of his penis. She then stuck her tongue out and licked the side of the very base of his penis. Rich's hips jerked and she had to place her hand on his body to keep him from moving away from the couch. Stephanie let her head come up to the top of his cock again and this time she brought her lips down so that they rested on the very tip of him. She made no effort to move at all, and Rich was still squirming in his seat, held down by her elbows on his thighs and hands on his hips. Stephanie breathed through her nose, allowing more hot air to hit him as she brushed her lips from side to side over him. Then she stopped, her lips again on the tip and started to hum with her lips so that the vibrations traveled across her lips and onto the purple tip of his pole. Rich gasped and reached forward grasping her back and sliding his hands back toward her neck. Stephanie retracted her head and grabbed both of Rich's hands, pushing them down to his thighs and waving a finger at him. "No touching." The she grabbed his cock again slowly and carefully pulling it forward. Rich was on the verge of cumming and felt her slow and cautious moves prolonging the effects. It was as if she knew he wanted to cum, but was denying him release. She put her head back down, her lips slightly parted and she took small licks at the tip and sides. "You're such a tease!" Rich said trying not climb out of his own skin from the pleasure caused by her tongue. Stephanie angled her head back up and looked him in the eyes. "I know." And then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered it around his cock, never breaking eye contact. She had her mouth open just wide enough so that she could guide the first 3 or so inches into it, but not let it make contact with any of its surroundings. She squeezed the base of his penis and listened to his breath and his beating heart that sounded as if he had just run a few marathons in a row. She kept her mouth positioned around him for as long as she could, and then slowly and delicately placed her tongue on the underside of his cock and closed her lips so that they made contact with him. She sucked in so that her checks pressed firm against his entire cock, pursed her lips as tight as she could him and brought her mouth up to the very tip of his penis. The resulting effect was fantastic. Rich moaned loudly and pressed his thighs together against the woman in front of him, feeling her tits against his legs. He watched as her mouth muscles loosened and her mouth slid back down taking in more than half of his cock. She stayed there, letting her tongue gently move around against him and he moaned again in satisfaction. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Stephanie giggled at the comment with his penis still in his mouth, the vibrations from her thoat traveling up and her tongue pressing firmer against him. She felt a hard twitch in her mouth as he gasped for air and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the couch on either side of him. She quickly removed her mouth and stood up, taking a step back. "No! Don't!" Rich opened his clenched eyes, surprised at how quick she had moved and made quizzical face. "Don't cum yet. I want you to wait. Here, come take your mind off it for a bit." Then she sat down on the couch next to him, sank down in the cushion and opened her legs. Rich looked at her again, at first unsure of what was happening, but then recovered his bearings as he brought his hand up in between her legs. The Tease Down the Street Ch. 02 Note: Please enjoy this very late Chapter 2. This story kept me aroused and amused for days during its writing; I can only hope that I am able to convey those same feelings and emotions to you. Hope ya enjoy. * It had been almost two weeks, and he was dying. Rich stood under the icy water with a hard on that rivaled concrete. His thoughts meandered to the past few weeks of school. Summer was closing in, tests were more frequent, homework loads doubled, and then of course Steph had volleyball practice and tournaments every day after school, both going too late even for a quickie. Usually, weekends were a time of release for him. All the sexual energy and tension that was built up during their busy week could be acted upon; and the constant desire in him could be quenched, if only temporarily. However, this past weekend, Stephanie traveled with her school out of town for a tournament, leaving Friday after class, and not returning til late Sunday. If 1 week was unbearable, 2 weeks was hell. He had woken up hot and sweaty, his sheets tangled in a labyrinth of knots from tossing and turning during dreams that he could not remember from the night before. Whatever they were, they must have been good. Like the past few days, his morning wood bounced in between his legs in unforgiving agony, throbbing to the point where pain was felt. He could always relieve himself, but ever since he met Stephanie, it wasn't quite the same, nor as fun. Besides, he enjoyed waiting for her, it made it all that more exciting. So instead, he spent his fourth morning in a row under a steady flow of cold water, willing his erection away. The freezing water cut through his morning daze and his foggy mind cleared enough for him to realize that it was Thursday. Thursday, the day before Friday and soon followed by the weekend. Rich hopped out of the shower feeling slightly better. If he could fight his way through these next two days, then this weekend he could finally indulge on some much needed pleasure. After a quick breakfast he gathered up all his things and headed out the door with a pile of books in his hands. Finals were next week, which meant lots of studying, and lots of homework. He spent almost every day after class preparing for the grueling tests that were coming up, which were starting to stress him out, and the combined sexual frustration didn't help his concentration much. Still he knew there was a light at the end of this tunnel, as finals week was also the last week of High School, forever. While Rich had decent grades, it was nothing impressive enough to attract scholarships from any universities. Rich was good at sports, but not good enough to play on the High School teams, which were dominated by kids whose parents had enough money to "support the team", or kids who were raised to be perfect at only one thing in life. So there was no hope of athletic scholarships either. When his mother finally tied him down long enough to discuss his future, he made a split-second decision that he we would go to the local community college to get his general education classes out of the way, and perhaps get a 2 year degree of some sorts because it would be cheaper, and then he could consider transferring to a university... maybe. In reality, Rich wasn't worried too much about money, he could always get a student loan or something, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life, in fact, he had not a clue. Rich was still pondering his future as he drove up into Stephanie's driveway. She had her dark red hair tied back in a ponytail, her body was curvy in the way only volleyball and softball players could perfect, but covered up in one of the same ugly plaid skirt, brown shirt, and blue vest outfit combos that she wore every day. "Mornin doll, how ya doin?" Rich asked as she made her way into the car. "I've been better. Give me a kiss." Stephanie sounded tired, and looked it too. "What's up?" "We won our game last night." "That's great!" "Well... sort of." She sounded hesitant providing the following details. "Because we won, we'll be going to an honor tournament this weekend." Rich groaned at the news. "Honor tournament? This weekend? But I thought you were going to be done..." "I know, me too baby, I'm sorry." She rubbed his shoulder, sympathizing with his frustration. "It's the final tournament of the year that the top 10 catholic schools in the state go to. Apparently we slipped into the tenth slot last night, so now we need to go. It's not even that competitive, it's more of an end of the year celebration for the teams that did well." "Oh well, I suppose... School's out after next week, we'll be fine." Rich tried his best not to sound disappointed, but he couldn't shake the dejected tone in his voice. "Oh, don't worry hun, as soon as schools over, I promise to take very, very, very good care of you." Stephanie emphasized each 'very' with her deep sultry voice. Rich smiled, knowing she meant what she said. "Alright, I guess I can wait til then." Rich played up the disappointment in his voice and feigned exasperation for good measure. "You poor thing you, however ever did you survive before you met me?" Stephanie giggled as she played back. "I dunno!" Rich laughed, and started the drive to their schools. *** Rich sat through his first class with a blank stare on his face as his mind wandered; remembering back to the last weekend Stephanie had spent with him. The way she had so eagerly bobbed her head up and down his shaft, and the feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around him as her nails dug into the headboard that made a sharp clicking noise when it hit the wall every time he bucked his hips up into her. Richs imagination took over as his mind shifted from past events to future ones. He couldn't wait for next weekend to come around, school would be over and they would have the entire summer break to themselves. His hand slid into his pocket in hopes of hiding the bulge in his pants from view, but the physical contact made his skin crawl as his body yelled out for some kind of release. "... and then we can attempt to solve for 'x'. Rich, wanna take a crack at it?" The calculus teacher asked. Rich's mind shot to his present location as his name was called. After a moment's hesitation he croaked out a 'yes' and took to the white board, hand still in pocket, and struggled his way through the equation, narrowly avoiding complete embarrassment. Back at his desk, he tried to concentrate on his notes and what the teacher was saying, but his mind continuously wandered back to Stephanie. The rest of his classes were much like his first. Halfway through his last class of the day, Rich checked the clock for the sixth time in thirty minutes. Despite the promise Stephanie made him, he still wasn't sure how he was going to wait that long. All around school, girls were dressed for summer with short shorts, skirts, tank tops, low cut shirts, and other variations of thin, revealing clothing. While it never got particularly warm where they were, girls took any opportunity to break out their warm-weather clothing. Rich would never wander off with another girl, but in his current condition, all the girls around him dressed in skimpy clothing were not helping his ability to concentrate in class. He would have to figure something out if he planned on getting any studying in this weekend. After school finally finished, Rich again realized that he needed to be alert and concentrate on school tomorrow, and next week, if he was to pass his finals. There was no other option but to go home and help himself, hopping to alleviate some of the tension in his body. Rich knew it wouldn't be as fun by himself, but he desperately needed to regain his composure for the week ahead. As he walked toward his car, an idea came to him, on how he could perhaps make the experience slightly more exciting. He pulled out his phone and called Stephanie. "Hey, what's up?" She answered. "Not too much, you have practice soon?" "Yep, I'm already suited up, we'll start warm ups in about 30 minutes." "Could you, uh, do me a favor?" "Sure. What do you need?" "I need to concentrate! My mind keeps wandering in class; I can't study for more than a few moments without day dreaming about you!" "Aw... how sweet! What do you day dream about? Picnics in the wild? Walking hand in hand down a warm, sandy beach?" "Uh... yeah... that too." Stephanie giggled. "Oh I see... You're having issues concentrating because you're all worked up." "Yes!" "I'm sorry, I told you, I'll be gone this weekend, and I have practice this week, and finals next week. I won't have time til next weekend. Can't you just, you know, take care of it yourself until then?" "Well, you see, that's the plan. But I was hoping you could, uh, send me some motivation." Rich stumbled out his request, hoping for a positive response. "Oh! Rich! What kind of girl do you think I am? You think I'm going to get naked, in my school, a catholic school mind you, and send you pictures of myself... all before practice starts?" "Uh... I'm sorry, it was dumb..." Rich lowered his voice, feeling slightly ashamed. Stephanie started laughing on the other side of the phone, making Rich swear silently. She was getting much better at her little games. Stephanie lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'll see what I can do. I only have a few minutes before someone will wonder what I am up to." "Ok! Great! Thanks!" Rich did nothing to hide his excitement. "Anything for you. Bye now." Stephanie hung up and Rich raced home. By the time he got to his house, his phone had buzzed a handful of times, but Rich fought the urge to pull out his phone and look at the pictures as he sped down the road. When he parked, he grabbed his bag, entered through his garage, and ran up the stairs. Rich laid back on his bed, undid his pants and pulled out his already hard penis. He navigated to his messages on his phone to find a small thumbnail picture recently received. Rich clicked to it open and wrapped his fingers tighter around his pulsing rod. The picture blew up to the size of his screen and showed Stephanie in her tight black volleyball shorts and a white tank top, her hair still up in a pony tail. She had taken the picture with her phone above her head, and she looked into the lens with alluring eyes, and a daring smile, slightly biting her bottom lip. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the flash of the camera, making her look angelic and innocent. Her full thighs made the shorts bunch up slightly around her hips and in between her legs. Her breast looked smaller in the picture than they actually were, but that was because she wore a tight constricting sports bra to keep them from bouncing around while she played. The next picture was much like the first, only she had hooked her finger on the front tank top and bra, pulling slightly outwards and down, giving Rich a much better look at her cleavage. In the next picture, she had completely removed the tank top, so that she stood only in her shorts and sports bra, showing off her perky nipples through the thin material, and a stomach that wasn't completely flat or muscular, but still thin. Rich lingered on this picture and slowly began to stroke himself, wishing he had her there in the flesh before him. The next picture had Stephanie bent over slightly, taking the picture in the mirror so that her butt stuck out, positioned for the best possible view. This was also one of his favorite positions, and she knew it. Stephanie held her free hand over her mouth in the picture, feigning surprise. The pent up pressure from the past two weeks was catching up on him fast, and he knew it wouldn't be longer before he exploded. He quickly jumped to the next picture. She had taken off her sports bra, and pushed her chest up with one arm, her lips blowing a kiss at the camera. Her lightly pink nipples hard and pointed in the excitement of knowing her boyfriend would be stroking himself to these pictures. Rich wanted to reach through the phone and grope her chest, wrap his lips around her nipples and slide his tongue back and forth over them, teasingly biting here and there. For the following picture, Stephanie had taken off her volleyball shorts, and had her hand on her pink round ass, as if slapping it, winking into the camera, slightly bent forward so that the mounds on her chest hung forward slightly. Rich began to stroke vigorously, he couldn't wait anymore. He jumbled with his free hand to access the next picture, which showed Stephanie's fingers buried between her legs, her face up and mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure. Rich let out a stifled moan as he saw the picture. He longed to feel her warm flesh wrap around him again, to enter her, feeling her moist walls hug against him as he pumped in and out of her. He instinctively called her name out as his imagination wandered. He almost dropped the phone as he willed his busy hand to move faster. He fumbled his phone in his free hand moving to the final picture. Her red hair was down behind her shoulders now, she was kneeling on the floor, completely naked, her legs angled outward and her shoulders hunched in, enhancing her already amble bust. One hand held the phone she took the picture with, while the other extended up to her face and open mouth, where two still glistening fingers were press against her tongue. The caption under the picture read: 'Wish it was you.' That was more than Rich needed, he dropped the phone and grasped the top of his bed as his hips pushed up and bounced back on the mattress. He felt an insuppressible pressure at the base of his cock. There was a burning sensation that intensified with each vigorous stroke he made, and finally he could hold it no more and he felt the pressure break into his shaft and gush out over his hand. He pulsed and a stream of white release shot into the air landing next to him. Rich kept stroking but quickly used his free hand to cover the tip to minimize the ensuing mess. Two weeks was a long time to go without and the amount of cum showed so. Rich spent the next half hour cleaning up his bed and taking a shower; when he finally got back to his phone, he noticed a few specs of a creamy white liquid on his screen. He realized he must have splashed that way at some point, and grabbed the phone to clean it off. As he picked the phone up, it lit up and he saw the last picture she had sent him again. She looked so alluring on her knees, seemingly waiting for him to enter her mouth. The drops of cum had landed in such a way so that it looked superimposed on her chest and neck... Rich made a mental note that it didn't look half bad, a knowing twitch between his leg let him know he could easily repeat the last hour again, but he chose not to... He could hold off until after next week for Stephanie. *** Rich got a call late at night from Stephanie when she arrived back to her house. "Hey, hope I didn't wake you from any terrific dreams." Stephanie said after Rich answered the phone. "Uh, no... none yet anyway." Rich said, too tired to play along as much as he usually did. "Did you enjoy those pictures?" "Oh my god, yes. Yes I did." "Mmmm.... Did you like how naughty I was for the camera? Did you cum?" "I did... like all over, it felt amazing. Thank you." "You're more than welcome. I can't wait til next weekend; I prefer to be there in person." "Me too, I wanted you there so bad... waiting a whole two weeks was torture." "But it felt good to finally get some release, right?" "Yes, it felt fantastic." "Hmmm..." "What? What are you 'hmmm' -ing about?" "Oh... Just thinking." Rich groaned. "Oooh... no. I always get nervous when you get ideas..." "I promise this one's a good one." "What is it?" "Top secret mister! Just get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow!" Stephanie hung up the phone before Rich could respond. He didn't sleep well. *** "Why hello there." Stephanie said as she slinked into Rich's car. "Hi. Is there a reason I'm picking you up fifteen minutes early?" Rich was still tired, and perhaps slightly annoyed. "It's Friday, I'm going to be gone all weekend, is it a crime to want to see you a little bit more than usual?" "I, uh, guess not." Rich was still unconvinced this wasn't some kind of scheme. "Why don't you take the long way to town, and we can talk." Stephanie suggested, sounding genuine. "Alright, what would you like to talk about?" "Sex." "Well... I uh... ok." Rich stammered a confirmation at her very matter of fact statement. "What about it?" "How bad I want it... right now." She paused just long enough to let it sink in. "I want you to fuck me." "I could pull over... we have some extra time." "Not now silly, in the daylight. We'd be caught for sure!" "Right... of course." Rich didn't care who saw them. "It's going to be a long weekend... and an even longer week you know." Stephanie was baiting something. "Yeah... I know..." Rich was charting dangerous waters, Stephanie was moving in for the kill, and he was trapped to her prowess. "I need you to wait. Don't touch yourself. Wait until next Friday. No helping yourself." Stephanie stared right at him when she said it. "Uh, that's fine. I usually don't." Rich said honestly. "No... you don't understand, it's not going to be easy. I won't make it easy. But I need you to promise me, whatever you do; you won't cum until next Friday when you're with me." "What do you mean, you won't make it easy?" Rich asked, suddenly hesitant, and much, much more worried. "I mean I'm going to make it very, very hard." She said as she reached over and grabbed his crotch, his limp penis jumping to life in her hands. "I uh... uh... I don't know." Rich said as he felt her hand squeeze him. Stephanie got a firmer grip on his thick pole and began to stroke him. "Promise me you won't." Rich could only moan, his eyes tried to stay focused on the road ahead. Stephanie squeezed tighter though his pants and stroked faster. "Tell me you won't do it yourself." She said, urging him to reply. Rich was having a hard time keeping his eyes open and the car under control. "Fine! Yes! I won't." Stephanie retracted her hand and patted his thigh. "Good boy." "But... don't stop." Rich whined. Stephanie giggled. "You better get used it baby, it's going to be a rough week for you." Rich groaned as he pulled up to her school. "Have a good day sweetie." Stephanie sounded as innocent as she could as she hopped out of his car and sauntered off into the building. It was going to be the longest week of Rich's life. *** The following day Rich tried to focus on his last few school projects and study for finals. He slept in, because it was Saturday after all, but he studied most the day. He was mid paper, just after he had dinner, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He knew that Stephanie was busy, and that whoever else it might be could wait, he didn't want to interrupt his concentration. About 2 minutes later, his phone buzzed again, and Rich again choose to ignore it. On the third buzz he sighed loudly, pushed his keyboard back and dug into his pocket. The messages were from Stephanie. Each message showed a different picture. The first of the three pictures showed the bottom half of her legs. The second picture showed more of her legs, from her knees to her thighs. She had round full legs, the kind only volleyball and softball girls have, and they were perfectly smooth, no sight of a single blemish, and her soft white-pink skin. The third picture showed her hips and stomach, completely uncovered, except for her hand which she held strategically between her legs, keeping the delicious details out of view. The sight of her round hips and smooth stomach made Rich swell, he could feel the space in his pants filling up, and the undeniable pulsing of an erection. The Tease Down the Street Ch. 02 Rich set the phone down just in time for it to buzz again. Her upper body clearly in view in his picture, with her arm lying across her bare breast to keep them from being completely exposed. Her face had also made it into the picture, and her smile showed she was clearly enjoying this. Rich looked down at his the tent in his pants, then back toward his phone and shook his head. He sent her a message with two words before turning off his phone. "Not Fair." *** Sunday morning, Rich turned on his phone to find a few more messages, but no pictures. She simply smiled at his last comment, and then sent him a "good night" and an "I love you" message. The rest of the day went without much conflict, and Rich was able to finish most of his school work for the week. It wasn't until he was getting ready to turn in for the night when he had issues. His phone rang and he answered it. "Hey you... how was your weekend?" Stephanie's voice cooed from the other side. "It was fine. How was your tournament?" Rich said, hoping she wouldn't try anything over the phone. He was already on edge. "We lost, first round. We kinda expected it. So we all sat around the last day in our hotel rooms in our panties telling stories." Stephanie was baiting her hook again, and her voice didn't hide it at all. "In your underwear? That's a little odd, don't you think." Rich replied, not even attempting to avoid the oncoming disaster. Some things, not even the strongest man can avoid when curiosity gets the better of him. "Not really, we've all seen each other naked in the shower, and in those tight spandex shorts that might as well be panties." "Interesting. Never really thought you would shower all together. Aren't the girls, like, shy or something? Stephanie laughed at the notion. "Not at all silly! Were all very comfortable with one another. Besides, we're all innocent catholic school girls. There's no reason to be embarrassed about being naked." Her voice was definitely misleading, if not a touch suggestive. "I see... so, uh, what did you guys talk about?" Rich's mouth was dry, and his palms were a little sweaty as he thought about a bunch of 18 year old catholic school girls sitting around in their underwear. "Oh... you know. This and that. Volleyball, boys, toys, the usual." "Boys? Toys?" "Sure, girls love to gossip about boys! Don't tell me you don't talk about girls you think are hot when you are out with your guy friends." "Sure... I get that part... um... toys?" Rich was more than curious now, and the bulge in his pants did little to hide it. It got quiet on the other side of the phone. Suddenly a faint buzzing noise was heard. "Sure... a lot of us have toys." Stephanie finally said in a soft whisper. "Woah! Is that what I think it is!?" "Mmmmmhmmmmmmm. Yes it is." Stephanie made it no secret that she had begun using it already. "How come you never told me you had a vibrator!?" Rich said, not at all mad, but sure as hell curious. "I told you I had a toy before, remember?" "But you didn't say it vibrates." Rich's mind was already concocting uses for it. "How come when you told me you had comics in your closet, you didn't mention that some of them were dirty magazines?" She replied, her voice in a husky whisper. "I uh... those aren't really mine. I'm holding them for a friend. And what are you doing in my closet!?" "Suuuure baby... There a friends... I... B-believe you. This is a friends, uh, oh my... this is a friends too." The buzzing sound was louder now, and clearly getting good use. "Hey! You're cheating! You said not until next weekend!" Rich cried out. "No, no, no... I said you couldn't... oh... until next weekend... oh yes.... I said nothing about... me." Stephanie was enjoying herself now, and played it up for her boyfriends benefit, or torture, depending on how you look at it. "Oh come on!" Rich said, trying not to sound like he was whining. The pressure in his pants was already difficult to handle, and this was like lighting matches at a gas station. "What's wrong baby... Do you wish it was you? God... I do... I wish it was you inside me right now... pushing deeper ... and deeper... and... uh... yes... god yes... I want it to be you Rich... I want you to fuck me... god... harder... harder... Please Rich." She cried out in pleasure as she began to reach climax. "Fuck. You're killing me over here. How am I not supposed to touch myself when you're doing this." "I told... you... wouldn't... be easy... fuck... yes... yes... I'm going to cum Rich... I wish you were... here... cum with me... Rich! YES! YES! Ooooohhh.... yesss. Yes... ummm. Yes. That... was... fantastic." Stephanie finished, but the faint buzzing continued. "You are so mean to me." Rich said, now not hiding the fact that he was pouting. "Awww... baby... don't worry. I'll have a surprise for you tomorrow... ok? Just remember... no touching yourself. Sweet dreams! Get some sleep!" And with that, she hung up without waiting for a response. Rich grumbled as he tossed his phone on his dresser and rolled into bed. It was going to be a horribly long week, and there was nothing he could do but endure it. *** The icy water helped wake Rich up, he didn't sleep well that night, due to a slight restlessness, and more than a little curiosity. He was promised a surprise today, and he was dying to figure out what it was. In the interest of time, he decided to forgo breakfast, and drive to Stephanie's house early. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the curtains move up above the garage as Stephanie poked her face into view. Rich pointed at his wrist to signify the time, and Stephanie smiled, lifted her shirt and pressed her bare, round breast against the window, then disappeared again behind the curtains. Rich swore, and waited a painstaking five minutes until Stephanie came out of the house. "Well someone's a little eager to get to school today!" Stephanie teased as she got in the car. "I just... got an early start is all." Rich was a horrible liar, and he knew it. "I see. Well than, off we go." Rich pulled out of the driveway and started off toward the schools. They drove in silence for the first 5 minutes, and when he couldn't hold himself back any longer, he finally blurted out what had kept him up all night. "What's the surprise?" "Hmmm? What now?" Either Stephanie was developing a memory problem, or she was toying with him. The latter was almost definitely true. "Last night. On the phone. You said you had a surprise for me. Remember?" "Last night. On the phone. I said I had a surprise for you?" She toyed back. "Yes you did. Right after you played with your toy? Now if you'll kindly stop toying with me... and tell me what it is, that would be great." "Aw, I'm sorry baby." She said without sounding the least bit sorry. "I do have a surprise for you. Would you like to see it now?" "No, I'd like to wait til after graduation. Of course I want to see it!" He said, taking a stab at sarcasm. "Ok. Pull over." Stephanie unbuckled her seat belt and waited for Rich to comply. "Ok, now close your eyes." "Ok, my eyes are closed." Rich said, honestly clenching his eyes shut. "I know silly, I can still see. Now, give me your hand." Rich stuck out his hand in her general direction and waited as patiently as he could. Next he felt her grab his wrist and close all but his pointer finger on his extended hand. Then he had only a moments warning of feeling her hot breath on his hand before she was sucking on his finger. Rich opened his eyes and looked at her. She was staring right at him, her eyes twinkling, looking as mischievous as ever. "Hey! I didn't say you could open your eyes yet." Steph yelled after removing his finger from her mouth. Rich rolled his eyes, but closed them afterwards. Stephanie continued to slide her tongue up and down Rich's finger easily, it was barely half the size of his penis, and she was getting better at taking more of it into her mouth. When she saw that her emulation of sucking him off was having the desired effect in his pants, she moved on to phase two. Rich felt Stephanie stop giving his finger a blowjob, and then heard her shift around. The next thing he knew she was drawing his finger forward and pressing it against something wet. Rich opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Steph, kneeling on her seat with her knees spread, and using his finger to get herself off. The shock of the initial sight wore off and he realized she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. The idea of having such easy access to the object of his desire made his pants that much tighter. "Your eyes are open again." Stephanie said breathily. Rich responded by taking back the control of his hand to stick his finger deep inside her. He curled his finger inward and pressed hard against the flesh inside her causing Stephanie to clench her eyes shut and gasp. The sudden pleasure knocked her off balance so that she had to grab Rich's extended arm to stay steady. Her green eyes popped open, and her desire was conveyed from the sparkling ring of gold near the pupil that resembled a deep burning fire. She used one hand on Rich's wrist to keep balance and the other to push her hair back so she could look down at him. She slowly raised her eyes from his hand up to his face, and when she made eye contact she bit her lip and made a bouncing motion in rhythm with Rich's finger movements. "I'm sorry I play with you so much." She said, almost sounding genuine. "No, you're not." Rich assured her. "You like it. Hell, I like it, even when I hate it." "I know... I'm such a tease. I'm such a dirty, dirty, dirty tease." She accentuated each 'dirty' with their own little bounce of her body. "You are!" Rich complained. "Tell me. Tell me I'm a dirty tease." Steph pleaded as she bounced on Rich's finger, still rubbing and pressing inside of her. "You are a very, very dirty tease, and you fucking know it." Rich said, egging her on. "Yes! OOoooh, harder baby. I'm almost there." Stephanie had both hands on his arm now, bouncing harder as he slipped another finger inside her and started moving in and out faster. "You're a dirty girl, such a fucking cock tease." Rich encouraged. "I'm cumming!" She yelled as she stopped bouncing and grasped his wrist with both hands, pushing it hard against her. She clenched her thighs shut and swore out loud several times as her body shook violently, and then moaned as she floated down from her climax. "I should have stopped." Rich said. "Make you suffer like I am." "That's not any fun, silly." She giggled, still coming off her orgasm. "Well this isn't much fun now." "Oh, but it will be baby. Trust me. Besides, if you didn't get your little tease off now, I wouldn't be able to contain myself, walking around without panties all day, I'd be touching myself under my desk." "You would not." Rich said. "Oh. I would. And then I'd take pictures in the bathroom and send them to you in class, and you wouldn't be able to concentrate during your finals." "You're a horrible person, you know that, right?" "And if I was really desperate, I'd just hit the showers early for softball conditioning and take care of myself in there." She said, her voice full of lust. "Right. Like no one else would see that." Rich snorted. "You're right. Maybe one of the other girls would join me." She toyed, knowing that men were into that kind of thing. "In your dreams." Rich laughed. "No baby, in your dreams." She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "In your dreams where two girls are wet and soapy in a hot shower, playing with each other. Kissing each other all over our bodies. Rubbing soap into my breasts and squeezing them." She looked down from his ear and saw the bulge in his pants and grabbed it hard. "I bet you'd like that." Rich pulled away and stuck his fingers in his ears. "I'm not listening. I'm not listening." Stephanie laughed and sat back down in her seat. "Let's go Rich, we're gonna be late for school because of you." "Because of me!? Because- oh forget it." Rich threw the car into drive and sped off toward her school. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, I can't wait." Stephanie said as she kissed Rich goodbye. "Uh huh, so you can torture me again?" Stephanie smiled and climbed out of the car. She shut the door, blew a kiss through the window, and skipped off down the sidewalk. Each time she skipped, her skirt flitted up and showed a little of her cute butt. Before she entered the building she turned around and winked at Rich. *** He finished that days final and headed home. On the way he got a call from Stephanie. "Hello?" He answered. "Hey baby. I'm just getting ready to work out with the girls. I wanted to call and see what you are up to." "Just headed home, going to relax a bit then study." "Ok, remember, don't touch yourself." She teased. "Yeah yeah, I know." "No matter what, ok?" She warned. "Yeah, I got it." "Ok, good luck." She giggled as she hung up. "What the hell was that all about?" He wondered aloud. He soon understood. Shortly after arriving home, his phone buzzed to indicate a new message. He pressed a button and the screen lit up. Cautiously, he thumbed his was to his messages and found that Stephanie had sent him a picture. "Of course." He muttered under his breath. Stephanie was done with Volleyball, and softball didn't start to the new year, but she was still working out and doing conditioning with the high school softball girls to stay in shape for her first year of college competition. She often changed before hand and showered afterwards, and liked to regale Rich with the details occasionally, pictures were new though. It was only Monday and he already felt like he would die from the sexual frustration he was enduring. Going 2 weeks without any release was hell, but one week of this teasing was sure to kill him. He considered not falling for the bait and deleting the message, but alas, he was but a mere mortal amongst the goddesses of the world. Clicking open the message and popping the thumbnail to full size, he was rewarded with a picture of his girlfriend, completely naked and standing in the showers, angled so he could see the front and side of her. The image caused an erection the second he saw it. Rich was usually capable of record zero to sixty speeds in this area, and between the teasing and torture he was currently undergoing, he was at full performance. Despite his usual easy excitement and combined sexual frustration, the image still would have been able to captivate him on any given day, Stephanie looked unreal. Standing under the running water, her entire body was wet with droplets of water that could be seen dripping down her body and running along its curves. The flash of the camera added a glare to her glistening body that made her seem innocent and alluring at the same time. She stood erect with her back slightly arched, stretching her body upwards, the leg closest to the camera stepping on top of the floor divider between the shower floor and bathroom floor to keep water from spilling out. The resulting pose allowed him to see in perfect detail the tone of her hips, thighs, and side of her ass. She had one arm above her head, her elbow bent at such an angle so she could have her hand running through the top of her hair that water cascaded off of. Her other arm was draped across her chest, so that all of her most coveted assets were hidden from the camera. She looked absolutely stunning, like a woman in one of the magazines he had hidden away in his closet. She exhibited the kind of pose and allure that was usually invoked by beautiful women during professional shoots that typically were air brushed later to ensure perfection. Lost in the eroticism that Stephanie exuded in the image, he barely noticed the tugging in the back of his mind that told him something wasn't right. He tore his eyes away from the screen of his phone and noticed he was breathing heavier than before. Taking a few seconds to calm himself, he then allowed himself another look at the photo. Something was definitely off. The conundrum hit him like a ton of bricks in the chest. One arm above her head and one arm over her chest, Rich quickly counted two visible hands. The angle of the image, the lack of a mirror, and the position of her body quickly knocked gears together in his head as he fought for a logical conclusion. Rich closed out of the image and typed back to Stephanie. "You look absolutely amazing... How did you take that picture?" Rich stood there staring at the picture for another two minutes before his phone buzzed a reply. "With hands silly." Rich quickly flicked the picture back up to make sure he hadn't gone insane from some kind of clinical sexual frustration and quickly confirmed there was no cameras in her clearly visible hands. He paused, mulling over on how to respond, before deciding on something simple, and typed back. "Which hands?" Rich waited an agonizing three minutes before his phone buzzed again. It was another picture. Below the thumbnail was a caption. "These hands." Rich opened the thumbnail as fast as he could physically move his fingers, and was shocked and aroused at what he found. It was a close up of her gorgeous chest, both of her arms were clearly angled in such a way that she could hold the phone out pointed at herself, taking the picture with both hands. This in itself wasn't shocking, but the fact that there were two delicate hands cupping his girlfriend's chest from behind did. Unless Stephanie had recently grown two extra hands, she was receiving a little help with her photography, as Rich had originally suspected. He studied in detail the hands in the image; they obviously belonged to another girl, one with a darker skin tone than Stephanie, perhaps Latin. The idea of another girl taking pictures of Stephanie in the shower was interesting. The fact that another girl was touching his girlfriend in the shower? Now that was food for thought. Once again entrapping himself into his own personal torture, he allowed his curiosity to get the best of him, and instead of quitting while he was ahead, he typed back to Stephanie. "Who do those hands belong to?" Another three minutes went by, and for the life of him, Rich couldn't understand what was taking so long. She was supposed to be working out, not taking pictures in the shower. Finally his phone buzzed and Rich nearly dropped his phone trying to get to the message. Another thumbnail and caption that read: "Her." Rich held his breath and brought up the picture, causing him to involuntarily grab himself though his jeans as he pulsed. The pressure around his engorged member made him weak and his knees buckled. A bought of light headedness convinced Rich to sit on the edge of his bed. Clearly blood flow was being diverted from its usual course. Steadying his hands, he brought the phone closer to his face for inspection. Stephanie's tits were a perfect fit for her body, creamy white with a hint of pink like the rest of her complexion, round and deliciously perky with two small delicate pink nipples in the center. What he was currently viewing was not familiar or similar. Two hands he recognized came from behind a body in a similar fashion as the previous picture, but this time, with the roles reversed. The close up again only revealed two hands and a pair or gorgeous of olive toned breasts that matched the hands from the previous image. Cupped in Stephanie's palms were large orbs of flesh, heavy looking, and so full that they dominated the image and threatened to spill out the sides of Stephanie's supportive hands. Two clearly hard nipples accented each breast, rounded each with their own circle, larger and darker than Stephanie's. Rich's mouth felt like cotton has been stuffed into it, and his throat was as dry as a dessert, even as he drank in the details of the picture. Rich shoved his phone back in his pocket for fear that he might faint at any moment if he became more aroused. His mind whirled with the revelation that his girlfriend and some other beautiful girl were touching each other in the shower. The idea of two school girls playing with each other might seem cliché and overplayed, but witnessing it was enough to bring any high school boy to his knees. The Tease Down the Street Ch. 02 Rich had to physically shake his head to clear away the daze. Unsure of how to proceed, he sat on his bed staring at his wall trying to bring his racing mind, and heart, under some kind of control. His pulse charged through his veins, and every beat reverberated in his aching cock. Never before had sexual stimulation caused discomfort the way it was now. He tried to concentrate on something else to overcome the demanding need drumming between his legs, but his mind refused to grasp anything other than the two most recent images sent to his phone, burned into his mind's eye. His suffering was interrupted by another buzz. Rich audibly moaned as the phone sent vibrations through his pocket, grasping it through his jeans to keep it still. He took a moment to compose himself and pulled out the phone. The screen flickered to life, and he breathed a sigh of relief that there was no picture attached. He read the text, and then slowly furled his brow. He read the text twice more before giving up. "What does she mean 'Take it out and show us.'?" He wondered aloud. "She can't mean-" His vocal pondering was cut short by another buzz. He looked back down at the phone and almost laughed. "She wants to see if you're actually turning blue." The text read. "Very funny." He said, voicing his sarcasm aloud. He paused for a second then took to typing back. "Who is she?" It was only a few moments before a reply returned. "It's a secret ;) Do you like her boobs? They're so big!" Rich realized that he was receiving erotic photos from Stephanie and a mystery girl, and hadn't so much as complimented either. He silently chided himself and texted back. "Both are so amazing. You are both beautiful. I can't wait to see yours again." A few moments passed and another reply came. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind seeing hers again either, but you won't see either until you send us a picture. We're dying to see it." She was manipulating him, and he was stumbling right into it, not entirely against his own will. Rich decided to give in and show them what they wanted. He set his phone aside and stood up, his erection pressing firm against his pants. He cautiously undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Even the slightest touch was pleasurable, and he didn't want to break his promise to Stephanie. His self-control was already wearing thin, and he knew he had several more days ahead. With his pants bunched up down around his thighs, he was able to clearly seen the outline of his erection underneath his boxer briefs, he then pulled the top out and lowered it underneath the rod that sprung free. Rich couldn't remember ever seeing himself so thick and long. He smiled at the thought of the two girls seeing him at his best, knowing at the very least it would turn Steph on. He grabbed his phone and angled himself sideways, taking a picture of his body in the nearby mirror so that everything between his chest and thighs was captured. Even he had to admit that he looked impressive, his protruding erection the star of the shot. He sent the picture without comment and waited, his erection still out in the open. Instead of receiving a new message, his phone started ringing. Rich looked at his phone and saw it was Stephanie. "Hel-" "I want that in my mouth." Stephanie cut him off. "Well come get it then." Rich smirked. "I can't, you know I would, but I'm so busy at the school working out, and then I have to study, and you have to have your own tests to be ready for." She complained. "Working out? You're taking pictures! I have evidence if you deny it." "Ok, you got me. It was cancelled today, so we came back to the showers. I thought it would be fun to entertain you from afar while we pass the time waiting for the bus." Steph explained. "We?" "I told you, it's a secret! Did you like our pictures?" She asked coyly. "I loved them. I wish you were here now." He sighed. "Both of us?" She asked mischievously. "I really just want you." He answered mostly honest, but mentally couldn't shake the idea of both pairs of tits before him. "Please, I'm not stupid, and I know you're not blind. Those were great boobs! Heck, I wanted to play with them, don't pretend you don't want to either." "You played with them?" Rich coughed. "Yeah, I felt a little guilty about it, so I thought I might share a little with you." She said, not sounding the least bit guilty. "Well, uh thanks..." Rich hadn't a clue how else to respond. "I figured you wouldn't mind as long as I shared, and judging from the picture that you sent us, you enjoyed it." "I, uh, am a little worked up." Rich admitted. "We could tell. You were sooo big." Stephanie cooed. "Yeah he is." Another voice said beside Stephanie. "Wait, she's still with you?" Rich asked. "Yeah, she's still here, were both still in the shower room." "Oh." Rich managed to say. "Did you want to talk to her?" Stephanie asked innocently. "N-no, I'm good." Rich stammered. "Don't be shy baby, we weren't shy when we sent you pictures." She said seductively. "You know," She whispered. "We're still naked." "Uh ok." Rich said, lost in a daze. He looked down and couldn't stop from grabbing ahold of himself. The pressure felt good, and he gently squeezed himself, each time bringing a wave of pleasure over himself. "Are you picturing us naked right now baby?" Stephanie asked in a sultry tone. "Yes." Rich managed in between strokes. "Are you imagining us all soapy, together in the shower, playing with each other?" Rich didn't answer; he was stroking himself in a daze, visions of Stephanie and another girl playing in the shower danced in his head. "Hey!" Stephanie cried. "What?" Rich asked, snapping back into reality. "Stop it. Now." Stephanie demanded. Rich looked down to see him still holding himself. "Stop what?" He attempted. "Put it away. I have plans Friday, and I don't want you to ruin it." Rich sighed and pulled his pants up. "Ok." He mumbled. "I promise to make it up to you baby. You just have to wait, ok?" She explained with genuine sympathy in her voice. "Ok, ok. I'll wait." Rich conceded. "I'm gonna get dressed now, I'll call you tonight." "Ok, I'll talk to you then." Rich said, still sounding gloomy. The phone clicked as Stephanie hung up. He sighed, and started taking out his books to study. It was only Monday, and he knew it would only get worse. *** Hoping Tuesday was easier than Monday, Rich drove down the block to pick her up, and she hopped in the car and pecked him on the cheek. "Good morning, my love." Stephanie said, a musical tone to her voice. "You sure are cheerful this morning." Rich remarked as he started pulling down her driveway. "Why shouldn't I be? I have a wonderful boyfriend who has made me the envy of my friends." Rich stopped the car at the bottom of the driveway. "And how exactly did I do that?" Stephanie leaned over and grabbed Rich's crotch. "With this of course!" Rich immediately began swelling at her touch and groaned. "Can you please not touch me unless you plan on doing something about it? You did enough damage yesterday." "I know! I saw! And when I showed Kathy, she could barely contain herself!" "Aha!" Rich exclaimed. "Kathy! So that's who was in that picture with you!" "No she wasn't." Stephanie stated, like he was ridiculous to even consider that. "Wait. Then who is Kathy?" Rich asked. "Kathy is just another girl we work out with sometimes. She came to the locker room when we were leaving. Diana made me show her." She explained. "Oh! So Diana was in the picture with you!" Rich gathered. "No, Diana joined us in the shower after we took the pictures. Ashley begged me to show her." Rich shook his head. "And who is Ashley?" "Ashley was in the picture with me, duh!" "Of course." Rich grumbled. "Anyone else get a look?" "No! What, you think I'd show it to just anyone?" Steph asked incredulously. "You just told me that you showed Ashley, who had you show Diana, who in turn led to Kathy." "That's different." She said, as if stating the obvious. "Right." Rich gave up. Stephanie leaned over and grabbed his bulge as she whispered in his ear. "They all are jealous of me. They wish that you would use your giant, pulsing, cock to please them." She gave the bulge a stroke through his jeans. "They are telling their friends how lucky I am, that I have such a big dick to suck on." She nipped at his ear and licked the bottom of it. "I'm sorry I was so naughty in the shower yesterday, please forgive me?" She squeezed him again as she finished her last sentence. Rich squirmed in his seat as her hot breath touched his ear and her grasp grew firmer. He tore his eyes away from the steering wheel where he was gripping so hard that his knuckles turned white. He turned to look at her and found her face millimeters away. He couldn't control himself; he threw the car in park and grabbed her face, pressing it against his. He kissed her passionately, holding her in place so she couldn't break free. Rich sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit it, not gentle, but not enough to break skin. Stephanie struggled at first but moaned in his mouth when he bit her lip. She responded by parting his teeth with her tongue and darting in and out of his mouth. When Rich felt her tongue in his mouth he greedily sucked it in, running his own along it, savoring the taste of her. He dropped his hands from her face and grabbed her hips, pulling her over the middle console on top of him. She let out a surprised yelp, but melted on top of him when she felt his throbbing erection underneath her. Rich felt her press down against him while grinding her hips, slowly sliding back and forth. The friction against him sparked carnal desires and he pushed her hips harder onto him, adding his own movements to her grinding. He could feel the rise of orgasm coming and grasped the gyrating hips on top of him, locking them into rhythm so she couldn't move. Stephanie moaned at the pressure underneath her, and dropped her hands to Rich's jeans, fumbling with the top button. Caught in the need of orgasm, so close he could feel it, Rich was slow to comprehend her actions. When he realized what she wanted, he hastily tore his hands from her hips and flew to working on his pants. The second his hands left her, Stephanie popped the door handle and tumbled onto her driveway. Rich let out a cry and reached out for Stephanie as she fled, grasping only air. "Nononono... but, but, come on!" Rich exasperated. Stephanie sat on the ground, with her knees up so that her skirt fell up to her hips showing off all of her shapely legs and thin white fabric underneath. She reached back and pushed her hair out of her face, and placed a hand on her perky chest as it heaved and she tried to catch her breath. She had a look of lust mixed with anger upon her face. "I want to Rich. I do. This is just as hard for me as it is for you." "I seriously doubt that." Rich pouted, desperately trying to rearrange himself in such a way that his boner wasn't painfully pressing against his pants. Stephanie got up off the ground and walked around the car back to the passenger side. When she crawled in she look at Rich and sighed. "We're gonna be late." Rich shut the door to his car and ripped out of the drive way. They sat in silence for the first few miles before he finally asked. "Why? Why are you making it so hard on me?" Stephanie was looking out the window, and was slow to respond, when she finally did turn, there was a crooked smile on her face. "Because I'm a tease. It's what I do." She shifted in her seat and leaned her elbow on the console. "Rich, baby, I want you, you know I do. Teasing you turns me on like you would not believe. Why else do you think I let things escalate in the shower with Ashley?" "I thought that was to tease me." Rich said flatly. "Oh, it was. It didn't start out that way. I was just so... so... horny thinking about all the things I want to do to you. It turned me on, and when she walked into the shower, I couldn't help but notice her body, and she asked me if I liked what I saw. It was a joke at first when I said yes. But one thing led to another, and before I knew it we were touching each other's breasts and pulling on our nipples and I told her how worked up I was and what I was doing to you and she suggested we play with you a little." Rich's mouth went dry as he pulled up the images he had burned into his mind the day before. Hearing the details about the two of them fondling each other had him shifting in his seat again as his throbbing cock once again cried for attention. "Don't you see how bad it is?" Stephanie asked. "I'm so horny I'm touching other girls, Rich. I wake up 20 minutes early every morning and finger myself in bed, I wait in the showers for everyone else to go and rub my clit until I cum. I use my vibrator every night until I orgasm so hard that I almost pass out from exhaustion. I'm getting myself off three times a day just thinking about teasing you." Rich jerked his car back into his lane, realizing that he was paying entirely too much detail to Stephanie talking, and not enough on the road ahead. "It's different though." He complained. "You are getting to finish. I haven't had any release since last week!" "Rich, I'm insatiable. You think me playing with myself makes everything ok afterwards? Not even close. I can't be satisfied until I have you inside me. I'm practically teasing myself every time I do it." She explained. "I still don't think it's the same." Rich pouted as he pulled up to her school. "It will be worth it on Friday, I promise. Just imagine all this build up, think of how amazing it will be when I finally let you cum." Stephanie cooed, her fingers dancing across the top of his Jeans. "Ugh. I guess you're right, but I don't have to be happy about it." "You will be. Trust me. Just thinking about it makes me wet." Stephanie reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties, slipping them off her feet. She threw them at Rich and got out of the car. Checking to make sure no one was looking, she lifted up the back of her skirt, showing Rich her bubble butt. "See you tomorrow!" Rich picked up the panties on his lap and felt that they were indeed wet. He took off toward the school grumbling as he shoved the panties under his seat. *** Rich left his final feeling pretty confident despite the distractions that ran through his mind. He turned on his phone and as it flickered to life it buzzed with a new message. Stephanie had sent him two texts. "Hey baby, I cant wait for you to fuck me silly Friday." And "I forgot... can you get me 30 mins early 2morrow, have study group." Rich shook his head and replied only to the second texts, agreeing to get her early. On the way home, his phone buzzed twice. When he finally had the chance to look at them, he wished he hadn't." "Thanks! You're the best! Can't wait to see how much of you I can take in my mouth." And "Omg, you are going to cum so much! I can't wait to feel you unload inside of me." Rich continued to receive like messages throughout the evening from Stephanie, but dared not reply to any of them. It was easier to ignore than say, pictures of his girlfriend in the shower with another girl. Shortly before he went to bed, he texted her that he'd see her bright in the morning, and set his alarm 30 minutes early. *** Rich woke in a panic, quickly turning his alarm off. He was slightly dazed, but as the sleep wore off he remembered he was supposed to pick up Steph early. He crawled out of bed and heard his mother moving around downstairs, getting ready to leave for her all day hospital shift. "See you mom, have a good day." He called down to her. "You're up early honey." She called back. "Steph needs to be at the school early, study group." "Oh ok, love you." "Love you too ma." Rich heard her open the garage door and start her car. He flipped on some music and gathered his clothes for the day and headed into the shower. He turned a handle and stepped into cool water, icing away his morning wood. He gritted his teeth as the water washed over him. The other benefits of cold showers were their ability to wake him up quickly. The water was assisted in shocking the sleep out of him by a knock on the bathroom door. Rich jerked his body at the sound and almost lost his balance in the process. "Ma?" He yelled through the door. "You scared the crap out of me, I thought you left." "Room service, did you order extra towels?" A voice called out to him. "...Stephanie!?" Rich pulled the curtain aside to find her standing in his bathroom. "How the hell did you get in here?" "You gave me the garage code silly." She replied. "What are you doing here? I thought you needed me to get you early for a study group." "I know. I told my mom I was studying with you." She said as she put her hand out to test water of the shower. She quickly pulled it back out. "Damn, it's cold in there!" Rich laughed and pointed to his now soft penis. "It's the only thing that works for what you do to me all day." "I don't know if my shower even gets that cold. It's like ice water." She complained. "That's a little over dramatic, but yeah, it's always been pretty cold." Stephanie looked Rich up and down, he had an average build, not to skinny, not overweight, lightly toned from his afterschool basketball and midnight runs. The focus of attention was of course, that beautiful cock that she desperately wanted. She looked back up at him and smiled. "Yeah, it's real funny that I need to stand in the freezing water for fifteen minutes every morning just to function." Stephanie continued to smile but didn't say a word. Rich watched as she shrugged off her blue vest and unbuttoned her brown shirt, revealing a grey and blue striped bra made of some soft material. She hooked her fingers into her skirt and panties and wriggled them over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. She turned around so that her back was facing him and unhooked her bra, which promptly joined the rest of her clothes. As always, seeing her completely naked gave Rich an immediate erection. Stephanie turned around, showing off her perky chest and a devilish smile. "It's only fair that if you have to stand in the cold water, I should too. Perhaps I can help warm you up." "Oh no..." Rich moaned, already realizing the oncoming torture. Like a witness to a train wreck, he was powerless to stop it, and couldn't look away. Stephanie eased herself into the shower next to him, flinching while trying to adjust to the cold water. Rich took the opportunity to splash her. Stephanie squealed as the water hit her and gave an "if looks could kill" glare to Rich, but then diverted her eyes to survey the assortment of soap on the ledge. "What are you looking for?" Rich asked. "Soap." She answered, rummaging through the bottles. "A specific kind of soap?" He asked, completely dumbfounded. Stephanie turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Just soap." She picked up a bottle of Shampoo and squeezed a large portion into her hands. She stepped in front of Rich so that she shielded the water from his body. "Come here." She demanded. Rich mentally prepared himself the best he could and took a step forward. He knew what he was getting himself into, but he went along willingly anyway. She grabbed his erection and began to lather the shampoo all over it. The sensation of her soapy hands running up and down his shaft made his breath catch in his throat. She cupped his balls in one hand and stroked the top, letting the tips of her finger curl under and glide along the underside of him. It had only been half a minute before he started to tighten in a certain way that Stephanie recognized as an oncoming orgasm. She quickly moved to the side and released his penis, letting the cold water hit him and wash away the soap. Rich yelped in surprise and swore as his orgasm receded beyond tangible gratification. The Tease Down the Street Ch. 02 "Rinse it off." Stephanie demanded. So, Rich let the cold water wash away the soap and his erection. Although the hardness was gone, the length and thickness seemed to stay. Stephanie took the bottle of Shampoo out and again lathered up her hands and stepped in front of Rich. "How many times are you going to do this?" Rich asked, scared he might faint from loss of blood as he managed to swell again quickly. "How many times can you take it?" Stephanie asked mischievously. Rich moaned as she held his full length and twisted her hands in opposite directions. "I barely made it through one." He managed when she slowed slightly. "Then this is the last one. Get as close as you can, then yell before it's too late." Stephanie squeezed tighter and stroked him rapidly, coaxing the build as fast as she could. Rich didn't know why he was going along with it, but he carefully let himself build, feeling the pressure build at the base as Stephanie jerked him off as fast as she could. He knew he had to say something soon as a dull burning sensation began to heat his body and prick at his skin, but before he could call out Stephanie stopped stroking and squeezed his throbbing dick with both her hands, applying a liberal amount of pressure. The pressure sent a ripple of pleasure through his body that was different from the stroking he had just been receiving. It caused his knees to buckle and he quickly grabbed ahold of Stephanie's shoulders to keep from falling forward. She squeezed again and then continued vigorously rubbing the swollen cock in her hands. Rich felt his peak building again immediately, his heart was beating faster than he thought possible and every muscle in his body clenched in anticipation. "Now, stop now!" Rich cried. Stephanie moved, allowing the cold water to wash over Rich again, who hissed at the water but let it cool him down. When he regained his composure, he gently used his hands to ensure all the soap was washed away, not trusting Stephanie to sneak in a few more strokes. Stephanie turned off the water after Rich finished rinsing. "I'm glad you let me do that. I want you completely wound Friday after school. You're coming back to my place and I'm going to suck and fuck you so many times, you're going to beg me to stop." Stephanie detailed lustfully. Rich nodded his head, figuring now that he was going along with her, he might as well strap in for the ride. They stepped outside the shower and began to dry off. Rich watched Stephanie get dressed, slipping panties up to cover her bald pussy excepting a small strip of hair above it, then grabbing her skirt and pulling it over her round ass, and then finally slipped into her bra and buttoned up her shirt. Stephanie looked at Rich, who was still intently watching her; she again admired his nude body and noticed he was either still semi hard, or had grown while watching her dress. White precum had collected at the end of his penis, so much so that it was dripping down from the tip. "That's a lot more than usual." She pointed out, gesturing to the precum. "I know. I feel like my balls are going to burst sometimes." He quipped. "They just need to hang in there two more days." Stephanie said as she knelt in front of him. She reached out and lifted his shaft so she could lick the two swollen spheres underneath it, and traveled all the way up the quickly hardening penis, until finally she tasted the precum, and cleaned it completely away with her tongue. "I promise to be done today. So you just have to make it through tomorrow." Rich groaned as her tongue slid the length of him, but bit his lip and nodded his head again to signify he understood. Stephanie stood, and slapped Rich on his ass hard enough to make a sound and give Rich a start. "Get dressed, times up." She giggled. *** The rest of Wednesday went as promised, without teasing or torture from Stephanie. He took his final and busied himself with studying for Thursday. He had a normal conversation with Stephanie on the phone before bed, and then promptly went to sleep. The following morning he jumped out of bed and headed to his icy morning shower. He just had to make it through today, and tomorrow he would be rewarded. Excitement flared in his chest as he imagined himself taking Stephanie half a dozen ways, and not even the cold water could completely wash his morning erection away. He picked up Stephanie at the normal time, and she stepped into the car, giving him a kiss before settling in. "So what do you have in store for me today?" He asked. "I'm afraid I'm entirely too busy today to have anything planned. Consider it your day off before tomorrow. Rest, because trust me, you are going to need it." Stephanie grinned as she said it. "Fine by me." Rich said, sounding relieved. "Can you please pick me up from school today though? I'll only be there for thirty or so minutes after school today. We aren't working out much today and not at all tomorrow. Is that's ok?" She asked politely. "Oh, you'll be working tomorrow; I'm going to make sure of it." Rich chuckled. Stephanie giggled. "I sure hope so!" Rich dropped her off at the school, wished her luck on her final, and sped off to his own class. *** His test went without a hitch, and he arrived right on time to pick up Stephanie. Stephanie came out of the school a few minutes after he parked, and was followed by a gorgeous looking girl with a dark olive complexion, perhaps Latin. Rich's jaw dropped as he watched her walk down the concrete steps toward his car, immediately recognizing the owner of those heavy tits that had appeared on his phone days before. They looked massive in her tight white tank top, threatening to jump free of the restricting material with each step. She had dark curly hair that dropped down in ringlets behind her back and big bright hazel eyes. Her upper body curved down into her hips and an ass that was barely concealed in some sort of spandex shorts material. She definitely had more weight to her than Stephanie, but it was fantastically proportioned. The pair of girls arrived at his car, and stood outside it for a few moments, finishing a conversation that Rich was not even pretending to be interested in. Rich continued to stare at the wide hips and ass that could only be described as luscious as it posed in his direct view, level with his passenger window. Slowly the hips turned toward him, bringing her fantastic ass out of view, then her chest came level with the open window. It bulged out the top of her tank top, straining the elasticity of whatever magic kept them from bursting out of it, and was followed by plump lips and bright hazel eyes, the order in which Rich noticed each. "Hi there." The busty girl smiled. "Uh, hi." Rich's eyes darted over to where Stephanie was peering in the rear passenger window, smile wide as ever. "I'm Ashley, Stephanie has told me so much about you." She gushed. "Nice to meet you, Stephanie has told me about you as well." Rich replied, straining his eyes to keep locked to hers. As if she was trying to make it as difficult as possible, Ashley bent more so she could rest her arms on the door, causing her chest to spill forth slightly more. Rich could have sworn there was some sort of gravitational effect coming off of them, as his line of sight became heavier. "Anyway, I was hoping you could give me a ride home today, my mom got stuck at work, and Stephanie says I don't live out of the way or anything." She flashed a beaming smile as she waited for Rich to accept. "I, uh, of course, no problem." Rich managed without any major difficulties. "Oh, stand up. He's going to pop a blood vessel in his eye if he keeps it up." Stephanie said from beside her. Ashley bounced up and giggled. "He's already seen them, you'd think it'd be easier!" Stephanie laughed and climbed into the front seat, placing her bag at her feet. "Now, if you can tear your eyes away from her tits long enough, I'd like a kiss." Rich obliged, and received a fierce kiss from his girlfriend as Ashley climbed into the back seat. Stephanie gave his lip a sharp nip with her teeth before pulling away and flashing a smile to her friend. Rich licked his lip to check for blood, but when he found none he simply threw the car in drive and began to exit the school lot. "So where to?" "I'm off of Dover road, just before Main." Ashley called from the back. Rich looked in his rear view mirror and fought the urge to change its angle. Ashley was dead center in the mirror, her ample cleavage vying for the attention he should be giving the road. Rich glanced at Stephanie and saw her smirking. "So Ashley, what were you saying about this summer?" Stephanie asked, sounding entirely too convincing. "Oh! I was saying that we should hang out, I mean, I never knew we lived so close! It'd be crazy not to get together a few times." Ashley excitedly explained. Rich noticed an interesting accent, and was trying to place it. He glanced back at her and instantly forgot what we he was going to ask as he again found himself lost in her chest, bouncing slightly with the road. He shook his head and forced himself to only look forward. "That would be great! I mean, I spend most of my free time with Rich, but I'm sure he won't mind sharing me a little. Right baby?" Rich shot her an "I know what you're up to" look, but nodded. "Of course, I'll be able to survive a day or two without her." He called to Ashley. "Oh, you're such a good boyfriend! All my boyfriends were so jealous and needy and demanding. I hope Stephanie takes good care of you." Ashley sounded genuine, and it was hard to tell if she was playing along in Stephanie's little game, or an innocent bystander helping by coincidence. "She has her moments." Rich said, not entirely certain he meant for that to be spoken aloud or not. Stephanie shot him an appraising look, and turned to address Ashley. "Ask him again after tomorrow night, I bet he sings my praises." Ashley giggled. "You two are so cute!" Rich fought the urge to add another sarcastic comment and continued his struggle to keep his eyes on the road, failing occasionally. Stephanie started rummaging through her bag, muttering about her phone when she jerked up straight and waved a t-shirt in her hand. "Ashley! I found your shirt! It was in my bag, I must have picked it up by accident." "Oh yay! Here, I can give you your tank top back now." Ashley exclaimed. Rich turned to look at Stephanie, eyebrows high on his head. Stephanie either didn't notice or chose to ignore him, probably the latter. She handed a black t-shirt back to Ashley, and Rich instantly gave up his quest to only look forward. No man in the world would have been able to resist looking in that rear-view mirror. He watched as she peeled off the white tank top from the bottom up, the material clung to her chest for a few moments before popping up to reveal a white lacey bra that covered only the bottom half of her chest. Her nipples were concealed, but two dark pink semi circles peaked over the tops like the most erotic sunrise he had ever seen. He briefly wondered why a woman with such a chest would even need a push-up bra, perhaps to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it, he mused. His thought process was brought to a grinding halt as she cupped herself under her bra and pushed it up, adjusting her magnificent tits into a position that created even more cleavage, which moments before he would have sworn was impossible. Ashley looked at her chest and smiled, seemingly happy with their current placement and then began to put on her t-shirt. Rich tore his eyes away from the mirror and found that Stephanie had put a hand on his steering wheel. He must have been out of his lane; he hadn't even felt Stephanie correct the car. He guiltily looked over to Stephanie, and she let go of the wheel, but not before donning a mischievous smile and winking. "That's so much better! It was kind of tight on me." Ashley said from the back as she handed up the white tank top. "That's my biggest tank top actually, I rarely wear it. You have a much bigger chest than I do." "I'm bigger everywhere! I should go on a diet or something." Ashley complained. "No!" Rich and Stephanie said together. The two of them looked at each other, both quizzically, but were interrupted by Ashley laughing. "See, there you two go being cute again!" Ashley giggled from the back. Rich looked in his rearview mirror at her again, for the first time since she changed, and saw that the black t-shirt was actually a v-neck. Her chest pressed against the black fabric and allowed a moderate amount of cleavage to still be seen. He conceded that only turtlenecks would keep his prying eyes away, sighing as he turned down her street. "Which house is yours Ashley?" Stephanie asked. "It's this blue one coming up here on the right." Ashley replied. Rich pulled into the driveway and both of the girls got out of the car. Ashley gave Stephanie a hug and told Rich goodbye as she gathered her things. Stephanie slapped Ashley on her ass, causing it to jiggle and Ashley to swat her away before heading back to the car. Rich pulled out of the driveway and got back on the main road before speaking up. "Don't think that I don't know what you did there." Rich said. "What ever do you mean?" Stephanie asked innocently, eye lashes batting. "Was she in on that, or did you just play her for your amusement?" "Oh, like it matters. Her chest is just so... so... god I wish I had a chest like that." Stephanie said. "I like yours just the way it is." Rich said honestly. "They're not as big as hers, but they are round, and perky, and taste delicious." Stephanie laughed. "I'm glad you like them. But seriously, aren't hers better in person than that picture you saw?" "They are pretty nice." Rich conceded. "You didn't get to touch them, but they are so soft and smooth. I bet you'd love to have your dick between them." Rich swerved at the sudden change in tone. "I, uh, guess I'll have to take your word for it." "She was in on it." Stephanie revealed. "She thinks it's funny. She can't wait to hear the dirty details after tomorrow." Rich shook his head. "Of course." "I know you like it." Stephanie grabbed ahold of his crotch, revealing an erection that even Rich hadn't realized he had. He squirmed in his seat at the pressure, having no way to escape her grip within the car. "It's almost Friday, think you can wait one more day baby?" Stephanie cooed as she stroked him through his jeans. "I can if you stop doing that." Rich said, pointing toward her hand on his pants. "Where's the fun in that?" Stephanie asked incredulously. "Heaven forbid I take away from your fun." Rich said dryly. Stephanie responded by stroking faster. "Please, can't you please just wait til tomorrow?" His erection pulsed faster. "No." Stephanie replied as she unzipped his jeans. Rich started to protest, but before he could grab her hand, it was in his pants and wrapped around his dick, stroking harder than ever. "Stephanie. God. Please?" Rich complained. "Mmmm... I like it when you say please." Stephanie cooed. "Stephanie, seriously, I'm not going to be able to control it." Rich said honestly, trying to drive his hips further into his seat to escape his girlfriend's grasp. Stephanie immediately stopped stroking, but held onto him. Rich could feel his heartbeat echo in his erection, and knew Stephanie could feel it too. "That was fast." Stephanie stated. "Yeah." Rich replied, unsure how he should take that. "Tomorrow baby, tomorrow." Stephanie said soothingly as she slowly withdrew her hand and zipped his jeans. Rich pulled into her driveway and sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, normal time, ok?" Rich only nodded at first, but eventually managed a few words. "Right. Normal time. See you then." Stephanie leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before hoping out of the car and grabbing her things. She practically danced to her front door. Rich shook his head and sighed. He went home and took an early cold shower to calm himself down. He studied for as long as he could keep his mind focused, but eventually gave up. He wasn't too worried about his last final, it was the easiest, so he put his stuff away and got ready for the next day. He turned in for the night early, but found he couldn't sleep. He considered going on one of his late night runs, but figured it wouldn't do any good either. He was just so wound up and excited for the next day that he couldn't settle down. The last day of school was one thing, the last day of this torture was something else completely. He found himself thinking of Stephanie and what the next day would bring. Then he fantasized about Ashley and her busty body, and it wasn't before long that he began to fantasize about the two of them in the shower, wet and soapy, water dripping off their bodies as they rubbed their hands on each other's bodies. He pictured Stephanie kissing Ashley's neck, down to her chest and licking and sucking at her nipples. Then he reversed the roles and imagined that Ashley was putting her plump lips around each of Stephanie's perky nipples, slowly sucking them into her mouth and rolling her tongue over them. Rich realized that he had begun stroking himself and immediately stopped. He hopped out of bed and grabbed his textbook, opening it to the page he was last on. He read until midnight, and when he began having trouble keeping his eyes open, only then did he allow himself to go back to bed. Not even in sleep could he escape though. He spent the night dreaming of Stephanie and Ashley before him, taking turns greedily sucking his cock, and pushing their tits around it, looking up at him, begging him to cum. Rich woke with a start, fumbling with his alarm clock to turn it off. Dragging himself out of bed, he walked to the shower, his throbbing cock leading the way, swaying side to side with each step. He fumbled on the light in the bathroom and chanced a look down. He was cleanly shaven, and therefore had no issue seeing his entire length. His veins stretched along his skin, leading to his head that was swollen so it now looked purple rather than its lighter pink shade. Shaking his head, he started the shower and hopped in, thankful this would be his last cold shower. He rushed through the rest of his morning activities, anticipating the last day of school and his night with Stephanie ahead of him. He pulled into Stephanie's driveway and patiently waited for her to throw her things in the back of the car. She climbed in and gave him a vigorous kiss on the lips. When the mini makeout session ended, Rich began to back out of the driveway, but stopped suddenly when Stephanie pulled down a black thong from under her skirt. "One last morning of you being a dirty tease." Rich relished, as he watched her slip the tiny black underwear off her ankles. "I was thinking that we might start this morning actually." Stephanie said as she hung her thong on Rich's rearview mirror. "Oh..." Rich's heart stopped. "Ok." "There is a catch." Stephanie said, as she reached around for her bag. "Why didn't I see that co-" Rich stopped as a faint buzzing sound started coming from Stephanie's bag. "What is that?" "This, is my vibrator." Stephanie said, brandishing a thin metal looking rod, shaped like an elongated bullet and about five inches long. "It's much smaller than you, but it keeps me company on lonely nights." "Oh." Rich squeaked. "I'm going to use this, right now. If you can get to the park we pass on the way to my school before I get myself off, I'll blow you before class." Stephanie's hand disappeared up her skirt, clearly not waiting for any ready set go. Rich ripped out of the driveway and sped off toward the park. He constantly checked his mirrors for cops and rolled through any stop sign that dared to get in his way. Next to him, Stephanie had slouched down and was playing with her clit while running the silver vibrator along the inside of her. She breathed heavily and whimpered occasionally as she coaxed her orgasm closer. Rich checked his mirrors for the thousandth time and cut across another empty intersection. He had made it about half way in four minutes, record time for sure. Another quick turn brought him to the busier part of the commute, and Rich was glad to see only light traffic. Cutting back and forth between lanes to gain more ground, he barely saw the red light in time. Rich slammed on his brake and instinctively stuck his hand out to his side to keep Stephanie from jerking forward. The momentum of the car made Stephanie slip lower in the seat a few inches, and Rich only succeeded in groping his girlfriend. The Tease Down the Street Ch. 02 "Mmmm, yeah." Stephanie moaned as Rich's hand pressed against her chest. Rich dropped his hand and frowned, tapping his fingers against his steering wheel impatiently as he waited for the light to turn green. Stephanie had started full on moaning and was rubbing herself furiously. He looked at her and couldn't help but become aroused, her impressively shaped legs spread out in front of her, skirt bunched around her waist so that he could see her fingers running circular motions on her pink flesh, and the toy disappear and reappear as she pushed herself to her climax. Stephanie opened her clenched eyes and glanced at Rich, immediately noting the bulge in his pants and gave off a playful giggle. Rich followed her line of sight to his erection and shrugged. "God, I can't wait to fuck that." Stephanie said between moans as she doubled her efforts. Rich's reply was lost in the sound of a honking horn from behind them. Rich looked up and saw the green light, swore, and floored the gas. Stephanie slipped a little more in her seat, gasping as the vibrator pressed harder into her from the motion. She flung her right leg up and pushed her foot against the dashboard, never stopping the motions of her hands. "Fuck! Yes! I'm almost there baby. Better... hurry." Stephanie called from the passenger seat. Rich turned off the main road and figured he was another three minutes away. Looking over at Stephanie, he saw her bucking her hips up and forward as she neared orgasm. Her skin turned a blotchy red, and her face looked flush. He was almost positive he didn't have enough time, but sped down the side streets as fast as he could, taking hard turns and rarely hitting his brake. The resulting jerks in the car only seemed to set Stephanie off more, each turn or jerk of the car had her calling out his name, swearing and gasping for air. Rich recognized the street the park was on and twisted his car onto the road, praying that he could make the next mile down the road before Stephanie finished. His hopes were dashed as he took the turn. Stephanie slid sideways, and moaned, her face screwed up and her breath caught in her chest. She stopped rubbing herself, but held the vibrator in place. She took her now free hand and grabbed Rich's leg, digging her nails in as she peaked. Rich could hear a small whine in the back of her throat as the air in her body began to press itself out. Her whole body shuddered twice before finally she exhaled loudly, gasping and swearing. Rich silently cursed as the park came into view up ahead. He looked over at Stephanie who was now leaning back against his seat with her hands in her hair to keep it off of her flushed face and neck. "Was it good for you?" Rich muttered as he drove past the park. Stephanie looked over at Rich as if remembering he was in the car. "Oh, I'm sorry baby. You almost made it too! It's ok, it'll just make this afternoon better for you." She began to clean herself up, her thighs and the area above her clit wet with her excitement. She grabbed the vibrator, and waited for Rich to look over at her before putting it in her mouth and sucking it completely clean, bringing it out of her mouth with an exaggerated popping noise. "Uuuhn..." Rich groaned as he pictured himself in the toys place. If only had broken a few more traffic laws, he mused. Stephanie took the still vibrating toy and lightly placed it on his bulge. The sensation it gave off caused him to swerve on the road. Stephanie giggled again, but put the vibrator away. "Don't be late picking me up today. I can't bear waiting." Stephanie teased. "Tell me about it." Rich said dryly as he pulled up to her school. Stephanie hopped out of the car and grabbed her things, came around the car and gave Rich a last second peck before walking off toward the school. Rich got about two minutes down the road before he noticed her black thong still hanging on his mirror. Sighing, he took it off and it shoved under his seat with the other pair. He would have to clean that out eventually. *** School was a breeze and a blast. He wasn't upset about it being over, as he would see most of his friends over the summer and eventually at the local community college. He didn't stay late at the school to say any goodbyes, having other matters to attend to. He instead ran to his car, and replicated his morning drive on his way to the Catholic school across town. When he pulled up, Stephanie was just coming out of the school, Ashley in tow. The two of them still had on their school uniforms, as there wasn't any after school activities on the last day of school. Rich watched with hungry eyes as Stephanie came toward him, knowing soon he would finally have his release. Ashley looked stunning as always, with her chest protruding outwards and wide hips and plump ass stealing the show. Even with her knock out body, it was only an afterthought as Rich pictured Stephanie's perky body and slight curves bouncing on top of him in less than an hour. "Hey Rich! How was your last day?" Ashley said when she was close enough to the car to be heard without yelling. "Wonderful, how was yours?" Rich asked politely, hiding his impatience. "Great!" Ashley gushed. "I'm so glad for it to be over. I hear that were all attending the same Community College next year?" "Oh? Well then I guess I'll see you there." Rich said, waiting for Stephanie to get in the car. Stephanie finished depositing her things in the back of the car and came around next to Ashley instead of getting in. "Ashley offered to help me with something." She said. Rich's heart jumped into this throat. He glanced at Ashley, and then back at Stephanie, trying to feign complete impartialness to what was coming next. Deep down inside, a glimmer of hope tried to push through his façade, and he desperately shoved it away. He told himself there was no way Ashley or Stephanie would agree to something like that. He didn't trust his own voice, so instead he just donned his best quizzical look. "She, unlike myself, brought underwear to school today." Stephanie explained. Rich nodded, now actually confused about where this was going. "If you can guess the color of it correctly, when we get home, I'll do whatever you want, however you want." Stephanie said lustfully. "And... if I'm wrong?" Rich asked. "Then I'm in control instead." Stephanie said as her lips curved into a wily smile. Rich sighed and looked at Ashley's skirt, as if willing himself to see through it, sure he wasn't the first person to wish he could. After a few moments, he gave up and figured any guess would be as good as another. "Blue?" Ashley giggled and Stephanie outright laughed. "Does that mean I'm wrong?" Rich asked, consigning himself to a fate of more torture when he got home. "Why don't you check and see?" Stephanie offered. Rich looked up at Stephanie, and then over to Ashley, who took a step toward the car and nodded. Rich shrugged and reached his arm through the car window. He knew she was in on this teasing thing, so this had to be some scheme they cooked up together. He carefully grabbed the edge of the skirt by one of the pleats with his forefinger and thumb, trying not to actually touch her skin. He lifted slowly, planning on dropping the skirt as soon as he got a glimpse of the color in question. "Look at him, all savoring the moment. It's not a Christmas present! Yank that skirt up!" Stephanie yelled as Ashley laughed, unfazed at the fingers on her skirt. Rich gave Stephanie a disapproving look, which caused Ashley to laugh harder. Rich gave up and yanked it up holding the end of the skirt above her waist. He stared for a full three seconds before he forcefully yanked them back down, causing the top of the skirt to come down some. Ashley continued laughing as if it was the best joke she had ever heard, but was able to readjust her skirt in the process. Next to her, Stephanie was laughing equally as hard, doubled over with her hands on her stomach. Red faced from embarrassment, Rich pointed an accusing finger at Stephanie. "You said she was wearing underwear!" Stephanie continued laughing, trying to speak, but failing. Ashley was able to manage a few words between heaves. "Did you... see... his face? ...Oh my god... priceless." "Ha ha. Very funny guys. Great joke." Rich said. In his mind's eye, he could still see the small dark patch of pubic hair that lead to two swollen lips that looked so inviting, Rich's mouth actually watered when he thought back on it. The two girls had finally caught their breath and somewhat composed themselves. Stephanie reached into her shirt and bra, and pulled out a pair of panties that were styled as boy shorts. They were green, white, and red, like a Mexican flag. "I said she brought them to school. I didn't say she had them on. As you can see, no blue! Looks like you have to abide by my rules when we get home. Don't worry, you'll like it!" She winked at Rich and handed the underwear over to Ashley. Rich shook his head and chuckled slightly, having to admit it was humorous. "So, you're Mexican then?" He asked Ashley. Ashley gave him a confused look, then remembered the underwear in her hands and laughed. "Oh no. This is an Italian Flag. See!" She said as she held them up toward Rich. "No eagle on a cactus in the middle. Just plain white." "Oh." Rich gave her another once over, looking at her features again. "I just thought you looked like you might be Mexican, or Spanish or something. And your accent." "You're not wrong. I'm actually Puerto Rican and Italian." Ashley explained. "Aha. That makes more sense." Rich turned to his girlfriend. "Steph, babe, can we please go home now?" "Poor boy can barely contain himself!" Stephanie laughed as she hugged her friend goodbye. "Go easy on her!" Ashley told Rich playfully. Rich glanced at Stephanie as she walked around the front of the car, and turned back to Ashley. "No." Ashley giggled and started off back toward the school, waving as she went. *** Rich basically sprinted into Stephanie's house after her. She had teased him all the way home, playing with herself and gabbing at his pants. At one point she had buried her face in his lap, and he could feel her hot breath through his jeans as she pressed her lips against his already erect penis. She jumped out of the car the moment he pulled into the driveway. Rich threw the car in park, turned it off and chased after her. He closed the front door behind him, and heard her moving around upstairs. He smiled and took the stairs two at a time, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of her atop the stairs. The bedroom door was cracked open slightly, and he slowly walked to it, listening for movement. When he heard nothing, he pushed the door open and spun his head to the left and right, which looked ridiculous because she was sitting on the bed, completely naked with her dark red hair in a ponytail and her green eyes glistening. "I'm right here baby." She said seductively. "I didn't hear you... thought you might be trying to hide." "The wait is over, come have a seat." She patted a spot on the bed next to her. Rich walked to the bed, looking over Stephanie as he did so. Her chest looked perkier than ever, round mounds of flesh that looked firm but felt softer in his hands. Her hips flared out slightly on either side, giving her ass a round bubbly look to it that rolled into her legs that curved perfectly into toned but soft flesh. Her legs were crossed, but he could still see some red hairs where they met, that he knew led to pink folds of skin that his tongue ached to savor. He sat down next to Stephanie, and she leaned into him, taking his lips into her mouth, gently biting them as she ran her hands over his body. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he gladly accepted it, taking the time to return the favor and press harder against her. Passion ignited between them and Stephanie crooked her head, inviting Rich to kiss and lick her neck in that way that drove her crazy. She fumbled at his pants and slid them down to his knees and then quickly went for his shirt, ripping it over his head as he kicked off his shoes so that his pants would fall to the ground. Having had to pull away from her to get his shirt off, Rich again began kissing and licking and biting at Stephanie's neck and shoulders. Her hands ran along his back, her nails running over his skins along the way causing him to shiver. Rich let his hand slide down her stomach and slip between her legs. Her skin was hot there, and his fingers instantly became wet as he pressed them against her. Stephanie moaned at first but then jerked away pushing his hand back toward him. "No." She was breathing heavily. "Don't worry about me. You waited so long, you're going to let me take care of you first. But, you have to play by my rules." Rich was too horny to even consider objecting, so he simply nodded his head as fast as he could. "I'm going to lick you, and suck you, and play with you. I want it to last as long as possible, so you need to control yourself. Ok?" Rich nodded again, eager to just have her pleasing him. Rich leaned against the wall, his legs pointed out toward the other end of the bed, and watched as Stephanie grabbed a glass of ice water he hadn't noticed and took a long drink, swirling it in her mouth. She winked at him and began to pull off his boxers slowly. As she tugged down, centimeter, by agonizing centimeter, Rich tried to keep from squirming and keep his heart rate at an acceptable level. "It's ok baby, breathe." Stephanie said soothingly. "I'm going to take care of you now." Rich nodded again, a seemingly default setting now. Another few centimeters down and the bulge in his boxers had reached the elastic band. She tugged again and the band pulled over the tip, exposing it to the air. Rich hissed in his breath at both the contact of fresh air and feeling of the fabric sliding over him. Stephanie smiled and gave the boxers another tug, sliding the fabric almost halfway down his shaft. Rich balled his fists on the bed and bit his lip, the tension overwhelming him. Stephanie leaned over and blew cool air over his erection, causing it to twitch forward. Giggling at the reaction, she did this several more times. The cold breath on his penis sent shivers throughout Rich's body, but not because of the temperature. His body begged for physical stimulation, he had never been harder than he was at that moment, and he desperately wanted to feel some sort of satisfaction. Stephanie, ignoring his rigid body and tense muscles, continue to slowly tug the boxers off, eliciting what could only be described as whimpers from Rich. Here was her man, who had no trouble asserting himself in the bedroom, completely at her mercy. It gave her a rush of power, knowing she was in control of his needs, but also warmed her as she realized that he was willing to let her be in control. With only a quarter of the way left before his entire shaft would be exposed, she ended his suffering, if temporarily, by ripping the boxers completely off of him. Rich gasped in surprise, clearly expecting the torture to continue, and his member jerked up before him. Stephanie's eyes lit up at the reflex, knowing that he was already on edge. Neither of them said a word, the room, the entire house, was completely silent. Stephanie reached over and again took a drink of her ice water, this time keeping a cube in her mouth. She straddled his knees and bent her head so that it was above his cock, which looked to be chiseled out of stone, and again blew icy breath over him. Rich squirmed underneath her but Stephanie placed her hands on his legs to still him. When she had him back under control, she plucked the ice cube from her mouth. Rich's eyes grew twice their size as he watched her lower her hand to his erection. She held it there for several long moments before a single drop of water began to collect at end of it. The drop of water splashed upon his head causing it to again twitch in reply as Rich breathed in sharp and quickly. Stephanie put the ice cube back in her mouth and slid her hands up Rich's thighs, taking her time to reach their destination. She examined his full anatomy displayed out in front of her and thanked whoever was responsible for such a gorgeous, full, long cock. She forced away thoughts of pushing it deep inside of her and instead focused on brushing her fingers against the inside of his thighs, and lightly over the two round sensitive balls, to the base of his shaft. Rich felt her touch and his body went even more rigid than it was before, his throbbing rod permanently angled upwards off of his stomach. The anticipation was getting to him, and he had swelled so that it was actually painful at his base. It felt like every time his pulse beat, the tightness in his cock grew more rigid. He prayed that she would grab it, stroke him, suck him, anything to relieve the pressure. His hands were fixed into clenched fists beside him and his neck was stiff. His stomach looked like it might actually have some tone to it the way the muscles under his skin were tightened as if he was flexing. His feet were pressed forward into points and his toes were straight out as if stretching away from his body. Finally, she stopped lightly touching him and moved her hands away. Both disappointment and relief flooded him, as he allowed himself to loosen, but was only able to rid himself of minimal tension. Stephanie scooted forward on her knees until she was straddled directly over his cock. Rich fought the urge to press into her and unload the unbearable pressure, and found himself clenching the bedspread on either side of him even harder. He watched as Stephanie slowly slid the ice cube out of her mouth between her lips, realizing he had forgotten about it. She took the ice cube in her fingers and slid it over her neck, and it melted, leaving a path of glistening icy water behind it. She tilted to the side and grabbed a second ice cube out of the cup to join the smaller one already in her hand. She rubbed the ice down her neck and onto the curves of her chest, slowly bringing them down to the two round pink circles in the center of each perky tit. Rich watched her touch herself with the ice cubes on top of him and could see small bumps raising along her skin. She gently massaged each breast with the ice in her hands, running them in circles until they reached the center and then spiraling them again back out. Water droplets started to collect on her chest as she did it. On the next travel inwards, Stephanie pressed both ice cubes against her nipples, erect from the sensations she had been administering with the ice cubes. Rich wanted to lean forward and lick each of them, suck them into his mouth to run his tongue along the smooth skin, but tightened his grip and his resolve instead. He watched as the droplets of water formed underneath her chest and slid down her stomach until they reached her thighs and rolled inwards. Stephanie made light noises in her throat as she felt the icy drops run along her thighs and onto her mound, slowly trickling down her slit, until finally, they dripped off her body. Rich again felt icy water dripping against his shaft, sliding down to run between his legs. His shaft tightened and twitched again in response, and with each upwards twitch, he could feel the soft skin of his lover above him. Stephanie stopped her icy massage and stuck the smallest ice cube, only a remnant, into her mouth again, the other she tossed behind her without care. She pulled up a portion of her bedspread from her side and gently dried off her torso, pressing firmly against her chest and biting her lip at the pleasant feeling, she even made toweling off look erotic. Dryer than before, she slid her body back so she was again straddling Rich's knees.