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Why I'm Such A Bad Girl Ch. 01

By: Happily Tied Up



You've gotta watch out for the quiet ones. Isn't that what they always say? I guess I'm living proof that that statement is true. I've always been the shy one, the one that kept to myself, the introvert. At least that's what people thought. I won't say that they were wrong, just misinformed. I can be quiet and I sometimes do prefer to be alone, but there are times when I even surprise myself. 

I'm not beautiful, nor am I as slim as I could be. But I'm not unattractive either. I'm what most would call cute. Even to this day at almost 30 years of age, I'm still just cute. 

My name is Erin. I'm short, only 5 feet 2 inches. Soft, with curves in all the right places. Some may say too soft, but most don't have any complaints if they take the time to get to know me. My hair is auburn and I keep it in long waves that fall down my back, nearly reaching my waistline. I have very expressive hazel eyes, a smallish, slightly upturned nose, and a beautiful mouth. With perfectly shaped lips that aren't too big, or too small. I'm very light skinned with naturally pink cheeks, so I rarely wear any makeup, only light colored glosses on my lips.

Now that you know a little about me, let's get back to my story. We'll start in high school, senior year, where it all began. My two best friends, who hated each other, were Tanya and Justine. Both were more outgoing, both had had their share of boyfriends already. I was the tagalong at parties and at The Kurtain, a club we hung out at on weekends. But I didn't mind it that way. Being the quiet one allowed me to watch everything and everyone around me. Watch and learn. The Kurtain usually hosted live bands, rock music mostly, and we knew all the bands well after a few months of hanging out on Friday and Saturday nights. 

Justine and I didn't go to the club one Friday because we didn't care for the band that was playing. It was also pretty likely that Tanya had plans to be there, so Justine didn't want to go for that reason as well. So we were just watching movies and listening to music at her house. We got hungry and asked her mom to take us to get something to eat. Neither of us had a car, and we knew she wouldn't let us take off with hers. Justine's mom was one of those "I don't give a damn what you do as long is it doesn't keep me away from me beer for too long" kinda moms, so we jumped in the truck and convinced her that we had to go to a hot dog stand on the Ave, nothing else would do. 

The Ave was that street that every city has, the strip that you drove down and back 100 times a night for no apparent reason other than to see, and be seen by everyone else. So we got our hot dogs and were on our way back down the Ave when we saw a band leaving a club. Typical teenaged rock band types with long hair and tight jeans, packing their equipment back into a van, apparently done for the night. 

We hung out the window, Justine yelled something at them and they waved and yelled back. We coerced her mom into pulling over and letting us out, claiming that we knew the band and that they would get us back home. Now your normal, decent parent wouldn't have let us out to meet boys at 11:30 pm whether or not we knew them. But as I explained earlier, Justine's mom was not normal or decent. So we got out and she drove off leaving us alone on the Ave at nearly midnight on a Friday night. I think about it now and cringe, considering the things that could have happened, that did happen. Then again, I'm grateful. My life as I know it began that night.

We walked the half block or so back to where they were parked and lounged around looking cute while the guys walked in and out of the club with amps and instruments, loading them into the van. As soon as they finished packing up, the flirty small talk began. Introductions revealed the names of the four guys. Danny, Chaz, Zack, and Sam were all good looking and doing their best to be charming. I knew as soon as we were up close and chatting with them they were definitely in their early twenties if not older, so when asked Justine claimed to be 20 and I followed her lead saying that I was also 20. 

They said that they were unhappy with their set, and wanted to get some practice in tonight. We agreed to come along and listen while they practiced. Because the van was full of equipment, there was only room for the driver and 1 passenger. Justine wanted to ride with Chaz in the van, so I rode with the other three in Zack's car. Zack and Danny were up front, Sam and I in the backseat talking quietly. Sam explained that they practiced in an old factory building 30 to 45 minutes away. He also told me that he was 26 years old! I nearly panicked, the almost 10 year age difference frightened and excited me.

Every time Danny turned the music up louder, Sam and I had to sit closer together to hear each other speaking. He said that the other guys were all right around the same age, Chaz being the oldest at 28. He asked again how old I was, and not wanting to scare him away, I said again that I was 20. Sam said he just wanted to be sure, that I looked really young, and he didn't wan't to get into any trouble. I told him not to worry, we were only talking, and I was perfectly legal. The music in the car was so loud now that I was practically in Sam's lap just so I could hear him. 

He put his arm around me and placed his other hand on my knee, asking quietly, "What if I want to do more than talk?" 

I looked up into his face, only now noticing his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes were staring down at me. I didn't know what to do or say. Never before had I been in this position, never mind the fact that this man was so much older, and so damn attractive. I found my voice and whispered that more than talk would be ok too, that I still wouldn't say anything. 

His left hand moved further up my leg to my thigh and he put his right hand in my hair running his fingers through it. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, frightened and excited at the same time. His hand lightly touched the back of my neck causing me to shiver as he put his fingers though my hair again. This time stopping halfway though and holding on, pulling my head back and tilting my face up towards his. He leaned in close and pressed his lips to my forehead. 

"Are you cold?" he whispered. I shook my head no. I don't know if I was shivering with fear or anticipation, or both. He kissed my cheek and then my neck, opening his mouth and lightly touching his tongue to my skin. His tongue made its way up to my ear, where he gently nibbled and sucked my earlobe. 

Finally he brought his mouth to mine, kissing me softly as his left hand moved up my thigh to rub my crotch though my jeans. I opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to his lips. His mouth opened and our tongues danced, swirling and probing. I sucked his tongue and his lips, and his hand rubbed me harder and faster. He took my hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants, grinding into my hand as he did. I got the point and stroked him though his jeans. 

Sam broke the kiss and looked down at me as he slipped his free hand up under my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra and he fondled my breasts and nipples. As he pulled my shirt up over my head I caught the eyes of Danny and Zack in the rearview mirror. Somehow I didn't care who saw me and I only smiled back at their grins. 

We adjusted ourselves in the seat so that Sam was leaning against the door and my legs straddled him. Sam brought his hand back to my rapidly moistening pussy as I undid the buttons on his jeans. His free hand brushed over my bare back and he brought his mouth down to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and biting when it rapidly hardened as I moaned with pleasure. He moved his mouth across my chest and I finally freed his dick from the confines of his button fly jeans and boxers as he sucked my other nipple into his mouth. 

He sighed when he felt my hot little hand circle around his cock and he unzipped my jeans and drove his hand down to my sopping pussy. I nearly lost my mind feeling his fingers probing my cunt as his tongue teased my nipples. I found a rhythm and jacked him off while his mouth again found mine and he kissed me passionately. I threw my arms around his neck and cried out when his fingers brushed my clit and he slid a finger between my slippery lips and into my cunt. 

"I've never done this," I whispered into his ear as he inserted 2 fingers into my snatch, causing me to groan against his neck. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked quietly. I thrust my hips into his hand to answer his question. "Good girl," he said. "I knew you wanted more." 

He took his hand away and I whined in protest. "They're watching us, doesn't that bother you?" he whispered. I turned towards the front seat and sure enough, Danny was now facing the rear of the car so he could watch every move and Zack was focused on the rear view mirror more than on the road. Both looked slightly embarrassed when I caught them looking for the second time, but I smiled once again and told Sam that I didn't care who was looking. 

That seemed to turn him on even more and his already rock hard cock seemed to grow another inch in my hand. I glanced down, getting a good look at his package for the first time. It had to be eight inches. My hand looked so small sliding up and down the length of his penis, and my fingers didn't quite reach all the way around. 

Sam moved my legs out from around him and moved me down the seat a bit so he could remove the rest of my clothes, then stretched out and slid his own jeans down his legs and onto the car floor. He leaned back towards me and kissed me again, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently, as his fingers toyed with my nipples and slowly made their way south. 

When his fingers entered me I cried out for the second time, lifting my hips and grinding his hand. He lowered his mouth to my neck, and then again to my nipples. Licking and blowing on them till they were hard as stone, all the while fucking me with his fingers. I slid my hands down his back and pulled his shirt over his head throwing it towards Danny's head who laughed and muttered something that sounded like "sorry" and turned back to the front. 

Sam kissed his way down my belly to my inner thigh and moved my legs so they were up over his shoulders. When his mouth touched my cunt I thought I would explode. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and licked me from the bottom of my slit up to the nub, stopping and concentrating his efforts there as his fingers once again entered me. He slid in two fingers and then three, slowly fucking me with them as he tongued my clit and sucked it into his mouth. 

I wrapped one hand in his hair, pushing him harder into my twat, and pinched my nipples with the other, rolling them between my finger and thumb while panting in ecstasy. My breathing became more ragged and I ground my hips into his face as I neared orgasm. I was begging him for more, finally screaming out his name as I came for the first time in my life. 

I lay there quivering and exhausted, and he laid his head on my thigh, looking up at me and smiling. "You taste so damn good baby," he said, as he moved over me to kiss me again. I licked my juices off of his lips and chin, kissing him hard and sucking his tongue into my mouth. 

I could feel his rock hard pole pressed against my tummy and I moved my hand between us to once again take it in my hand. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us both over so that I was then on top of him. I sat up slightly, positioned just over his thighs, and ran my hands over his muscular chest and abdomen. 

He really was a beautiful man, and I would have done anything for him after what he had just done for me. His cock was standing straight up begging to be touched. I again wrapped my hand around it, close to his balls and slowly slid my fingers up to the head, running my thumb over the glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip.

"Please!" he groaned, "Please suck it, I can't take it anymore!" I licked my lips, and lowered my head, sliding my lips over his dick and down as far as I could manage, swirling my tongue over and around the mushroom head as I did. He moaned loudly and thrust himself another 2 inches into my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around it and jacked him off as I bobbed my head on his cock. 

He wrapped his hands in my hair and held my head still while he thrust into me, fucking my face and grunting with pleasure. He raised his hips, forcing his dick again and again down my throat, gagging me until I adjusted. He withdrew to concentrate the friction near the head of his cock where it was most sensitive. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled, and after a couple of twitches exploded what seemed like a gallon of cum into my mouth. I swallowed what I could of the unexpected blast, but most escaped my lips and ran down my chin onto his balls and lower abdomen. He fell back against the car seat and ran his hands through his own hair, sighing as I licked the cum from his washboard stomach and sucked his balls into my mouth, lapping them clean as well. 

As I sat up I could see that both Danny and Zack were jerking off in the front seat, and that the car was no longer moving. I had no idea how long we had been stopped, and at that point I didn't care. Sam put his hands on either side of my face and pulled me down to kiss him, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting himself just as I had tasted myself earlier. I moved to nibble his ear, and quietly asked if I had done alright. "Mmmm, yes," he whispered back. "You'll be a pro in no time."

We sat up and got ourselves semi-clothed as both guys up front continued to jack themselves off. I wondered what Justine and Chaz might be up to since we obviously hadn't made it to the practice site. I looked out the window and saw that we were parked at the beach. The time on the dash said 12:15 and I realized that only half an hour or so had passed, though it felt like so much more. Sam pulled me onto his lap and I snuggled into his neck as he stroked my hair, running his hands down my back. 

"I need to take a fuckin walk," Danny said as he tucked his dick back into his pants and climbed out of the car. 

"Me too," Zack mumbled, and followed Danny towards the water.

I giggled as we watched the two of them walk away moping, "I think we're alone now!"

"It didn't seem to matter to you if we were alone of not," Sam mused, grinning down at me. 

I laughed, and teasingly bit his neck, "It didn't!" 

"Mmmm, don't get me started again," he warned as I teased his nipples with my fingertips. 

"Why not?" I asked, looking into his eyes. 

"You asked for it!" he said, tossing me back down onto the seat of the car. He pulled my shirt back over my head, yanked my panties down and threw them into the front seat. He sat staring down at me. Looking into my eyes and then covering the rest of my body with his gaze. 

He whispered, "I love the way you look, Erin." I smiled and reached up to run my hands over his sculpted chest, unable to believe that this perfect man could love anything about me.

I moved my hands up to his neck and pulled his face closer to mine. We kissed, softly and slowly, and he ran his hands up and down my body, barely touching my skin. I shivered and dragged my nails down his back, causing a moan to escape his lips. He brought his hand back down between my legs and very gently slid one finger into me. Slowly entering and withdrawing from my pussy until I was begging for more. "Please fuck me, Sam!" I cried out, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, sitting up on his knees in front of me. 

"Please," I moaned. "Please, I need you!" 

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, almost inaudibly. "Please tell me if I'm hurting you." I nodded in agreement and he slid out of his pants. 

Positioning himself over me he kissed my neck and my mouth. He backed away so that his face was an inch or two from mine, and I felt him rubbing the head of his dick against my moist pussy lips. He held himself above me and gazed into my eyes as he slowly guided his cock into my cunt. I gasped as I felt myself being stretched wide. He entered me slowly, an inch at a time. 

When I bit my lip and tears came to my eyes Sam knew he'd taken my cherry. He held himself up with one hand, and brushed the tears from my cheek with the other. "Are you ok sweetie? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, looking so concerned it nearly made me cry more. 

"I'm ok, don't stop." I whispered. 

He gently moved his cock in and out of me, sliding his hand between us and circling my clit with his thumb. Once the initial pain passed the pleasure began to build, and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. His eyes never left mine, and he saw my face change as I neared orgasm. He took his hand from my clit and held himself up with both arms for better leverage. His thrusts into my dripping cunt came harder and faster until he was slamming into me, causing me to grip his biceps and cry out with every thrust. 

He sat back on his knees and pulled my hips up to his level, spreading my legs as wide as he could manage in the small space. He drove his cock into me, filling me completely. As he fucked me senseless and neared orgasm himself he once again attended to my clit. He was pressing my little button hard, rubbing in a circular motion. 

Within moments I was crying out and bucking against him as wave after wave of the most incredible orgasm crashed over me. My pussy pulsed and tightened around his shaft as I came, causing him to groan and twitch as he blew his load deep into my cunt.

Sam rested on top of me, with his head in the middle of my chest and his fingers idly touching my face and hair till his breathing was back to normal. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?" he whispered. 

"Only for a second," I answered, running my fingertips over his back. 

He looked down at me, holding my face between his hands, "I'm sorry for the second." 

I smiled lazily, still not quite myself. "Don't be sorry, I'm not," I sighed. "That was incredible."

Why I'm Such A Bad Girl Ch. 02



Now if you recall, I am average at best. Cute, sweet, always nice, but average. Let me take the time now to tell you about Sam. 

He was anything but average. At least 6 feet tall, lean and muscular, to me he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. His hair was nearly black, and reached the middle of his back. I loved his hair, it was the 80s after all, and long hair was in. He was the drummer in their little band, and was nicely muscled due to the workout that drumming gave him. 

And those eyes. To this day I can honestly say that his are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Deep green, with lighter flecks that caught the light and reflected his playful nature. I could have spent a lifetime staring into those eyes. But we had better things to do that night than sit around staring at each other, so I'll get on with the story.

At some point while we were "recovering" Zack and Danny had made their way back to the car. They had opened the trunk and were cracking open beer cans that they got out of a cooler. Sam and I got most of our clothes back on and climbed out of the backseat to join the guys on the beach. Danny handed me a beer, and though I'd never tasted a drop of alcohol I certainly wouldn't have let them know that, so I took a big sip and pretended that I didn't hate the taste. 

Five or six beers later I couldn't keep my hands off of Sam. He was doing his best to control my roaming hands and finally leaned against the car holding me close, with my back against his chest and my hand trapped between us, stroking him through his jeans. Zack was lying in the sand with his eyes closed, singing to himself and completely oblivious to anything that we were doing. Danny, on the other hand, was watching every move that we made.

I don't know why, but knowing that he was watching us made me bold. I wanted to shock him. I started rubbing my nipples through my t-shirt with my free hand. Watching him watching me made me weak in the knees, and my cunt began to swell. I was still rubbing Sam's cock, now with both my hand and my body, grinding myself against him. I slid my hand up under my shirt and pinched my nipples hard, causing myself to moan. Sam had his hands on my hips and was pulling me harder against him, thrusting his crotch into my backside. 

Danny was moving slowly towards us with his hand stroking the bulge in his jeans. Just as Sam began to lick and bite my neck and shoulder Danny came close enough to touch. And I did. I reached out and took his hand, bringing it to my tit as he looked over my shoulder for reassurance from Sam. 

Apparently Sam gave him whatever confidence he needed because he closed the distance between us to no more than an inch or two and squeezed my breast hard. I moaned deeply and pulled my t-shirt over my head as Sam reached around me and undid my jeans. Danny took full advantage of my near-nakedness and lowered his mouth to my nipple, licking gently at first and then biting hard, making me squeal with the combination of pleasure and pain. Sam lowered my jeans, leaving me naked, my panties still somewhere in the front seat of the car. 

Danny was now kissing me and massaging my breasts while Sam was grinding into me from behind with his hand buried in my pussy. Danny brought his lips back to my nipples, then lower over my rib cage stopping for a moment to fuck my belly button with his tongue, till he continued further down, moved Sam's hand out of the way, and dipped his tongue into my cunt. I grunted and thrust my dripping pussy into his face and stepped out of my jeans so I could spread my legs and give him better access. 

Sam never missed a beat and was biting my neck and caressing my ass. Danny got on his knees in the sand and was tonguing my clit and fucking me with his fingers when Sam touched my asshole with his fingertip. I barely noticed and continued pinching my own nipples and moaning in ecstasy. I did notice, however, when he pushed his finger into my back door, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

I regained composure quickly as the pleasurable sensations took over and he put his lips to my ear and whispered for me to relax. He slowly fucked my ass with one finger and then two, and the combined pleasure of a tongue teasing my clit and fingers in both my cunt and my ass were almost more than I could handle. I reached behind me and pulled Sam's face towards mine, sucking his tongue into my mouth and biting his bottom lip. "Mmmm, fuck me," I grunted, pushing back hard, forcing his fingers deep into my ass.

He apparently took my statement quite literally and removed his hand, placing his dick against my asshole. He only had to push forward slightly, because I was rocking back and forth on Danny's fingers and tongue, and pushed myself onto his cock almost effortlessly. He very slowly eased his dick deeper into my ass until I could feel his hips against my cheeks, and when he withdrew the first time it felt as though my insides were coming out as well. 

I adjusted quickly to the size of the monster invading my asshole and soon he was fucking me hard and fast. It didn't take him long to peak and he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back and bit my neck hard as he hammered into me. I had both on my hands on my tits, twisting my nipples hard and was panting as I neared orgasm. 

Danny nibbled and sucked my clit between his lips, his fingers working in and out of my cunt like a piston as Sam grabbed my hips and slammed himself into me, yelling like a madman and forcing his cock deep into my bowels. I finally climaxed as Danny sucked my clit like a Hoover and Sam's cum coated my insides. The orgasm hit me so hard that I screamed and completely lost control of my legs, collapsing against Danny in the sand, my own juices flooding down my legs.

"Out-fucking-standing," Danny whispered to no one in particular.

Sam grunted in agreement as he dropped to his knees, "No shit, man. Fuckin incredible."

I smiled to myself. "You can say that again," I quipped, grinning at both of them. 

I was lying in the sand next to Danny, softly stroking his dick, hardly aware that I was even doing it. "Harder," he murmured, driving his cock between my fingers. When he spoke I took notice and began to jack him off in earnest. He wasn't as well endowed as Sam, but definitely average or better. I'm sure he never got any complaints.

I rolled onto my side so I could reach him more easily. Resting my head midway between his chest and his waist I watched his cock slide between my fingers. Danny groaned as I slid my thumb over the head of his cock. I looked into his eyes as I sucked my thumb, tasting his pre-cum. Smiling at both him and Sam, and then licking my lips, I lowered my head to take his tool into my mouth. 

His hands immediately went into my hair so that he could guide my mouth as he thrust himself deep into my throat. When I felt the head of his cock pass my tonsils I worked my throat muscles, drawing him in further. Using my throat and my tongue, I massaged every inch of the meat in my mouth. He was muttering incoherently and had a death grip on my head, thrusting in and out of my mouth. 

I slid my hand between us and fondled his balls, running my finger down further, gently tickling his tight asshole. "Oh-my-fuckin-God," he grunted in time with his thrusts when I pushed my finger inside. His cum hit the back of my throat in quick blasts, hot and thick, seeping from between my lips. He withdrew from my mouth and wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking the last of his spooge onto my tits. 

He grabbed my head again and pulled my face close to his. I opened my mouth slightly preparing for a kiss, but he licked his own cum from my lips instead, lowering his head to lick my breasts clean as well. Then he did kiss me, viciously, biting my lips and tongue hard while holding me tightly. He lay back down in the sand, pulling me down with him, so that I was nestled nicely between his body and Sam's.

"Crazy night," Sam said, idly running his fingers up and down my thigh. "Never thought a shitty set would end up like this."

Danny laughed, "Fuckin incredible, man! No one would ever believe it."

Then, from somewhere behind us Zack piped in. "Hey, who said the night was over? What about me?" he shouted. The guys on either side of me both laughed like hyenas, and I knew that my big night out was not over just yet.



Why I'm Such A Bad Girl Ch. 03



Let me begin with descriptions of Danny and Zack, two of my companions for the evening that I have yet to describe in detail.

Danny was the typical blond surfer type. His hair just reached his shoulders and was wavy and sun kissed. He was very tan and healthy in appearance, surprising for someone who spent so much time in dark nightclubs and practiced in abandoned factories. He was rather thin, but not unattractively so, just not as muscular as Sam. His eyes were an interesting grayish blue, and he had a fabulous mouth. Pouty lips and great teeth contributed to his beautiful smile.

Zack was by far the most unique of the three. He was pierced to the hilt, and this was back in the mid eighties before piercing was in. His nose, eyebrow, and bottom lip were all decorated with small, silver hoops, and I would later find out that his tongue was pierced also. His hair was similar in color to mine, reddish brown, and was very long, nearly reaching his waist. His eyes were amazing, so dark brown that you’d swear they were black. With those eyes, and his sinister grin, he looked almost demonic at times. I rather liked that.

‘Nuff said about the boys, the show must go on...

Sam, Danny, Zack and I lay quietly in the sand for awhile, listening to the surf and idly touching and caressing. I’ll admit, I was doing most of the touching and caressing, but hey, this was all new to me, and I had much to learn about the male form. Zach was missing out on the attention, as he was still lying behind us somewhere, but not for long.

“Hey, lil one,” he called out quietly, “come take a walk with me.” I snickered at the nickname, lil one, I’ve been partial to it ever since.

I looked questioningly at Sam, not yet knowing Zack at all and not sure if I should be wandering off with him, strange looking as he was.

Sam smiled, “He’s pretty harmless,” he whispered. “I’m sure you’ll come back safe and sound.”

“Positive?” I whispered back.

Sam smiled again, “I promise, baby. If you’re not back in 20 minutes we’ll send out the search party.”

“Ok then.” I got up and went to the back of the car to retrieve my clothing. “I’m coming, Zack.”

“Already?” Danny quipped. “Damn, Zack, you are good!”

“Shut up, Danny!” all three of us yelled in unison.

Zack stood up, and I made my way towards him. We walked together in silence for awhile, and at some point he took my hand in his. It was sweet, almost tentative; as if he were afraid I would reject him. I smiled to myself, and squeezed his hand in reassurance. His silence began to make me a little uncomfortable, and I felt I had to say something or he’d never speak. When he stopped and stood staring out at the waves I seized the opportunity.

“I hope you don’t think I’m an awful person,” I whispered. Just then realizing that maybe I thought I was an awful person as the tears welled up in my eyes. “This is not my normal Friday night activity.”

He turned and looked down at me. “I don’t think that at all, Erin,” he said, wiping away the single tear that had escaped and was trickling down my cheek. He smiled so sweetly. “I just wanted to be sure that you were ok. Wanted to take you away from there to be sure you weren’t being taken advantage of.” 

“No. Well, maybe,” I whispered. “But I don’t mind. I’ve always been the ugly duckling. It feels good to know that I’m wanted.”

“You’re a beautiful girl, I can’t believe you’d say such a thing!” he protested. “But I know how you feel; I’ve always been the outcast. I guess that’s my own fault,” he sighed, pointing to the rings in his face.

“Hush,” I murmured, putting my arms around him and hugging him tightly. “We’re both beautiful.”

We stood that way for a long time. Talking about life and our dreams for the future, arms around each other, his chin resting on the top of my head. Too long apparently, because true to his word Sam came looking for us. I assured him that I was fine, and he headed back to the car.

Zack released the hug and took my face in his hands, asking quietly if he could kiss me. Stunned by the sensitivity I merely nodded my head. He bent and kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and both cheeks before softly touching his lips to mine. The ring in his lip felt strange, and when he gently pushed his tongue past my lips the ring there felt even stranger.

He ran his hands down my back and then back up, under my shirt, barely touching my skin. The coldness of his fingertips made me shiver and caused my nipples to harden instantly. I moaned softly into his mouth and pressed closer to his chest, seeking warmth and more of the sweet affection he was showing me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me so tightly I could barely breathe, all the while kissing me gently, lovingly, with no urgency or forcefulness.

Stepping back he once again took my hand, drawing me away from the ocean, further up the beach towards the softer sand. When he was satisfied with the location he dropped to his knees in the sand, tugging me down with him. He took off his shirt and rolled it into a ball. Placing it in the sand behind me, he guided me back so I was lying with my head on his thoughtfully made pillow. He stretched out beside me, lying on his side with his head cradled in his hand. 

Gazing down at me he whispered, “I just want to look at you,” as he raised my shirt a little so my tummy was exposed. Placing his palm flat against my belly he slowly moved his hand up my chest until my breasts were bared. His eyes never left mine as he traced my nipples with his fingertip and I had to remind myself to breathe. He sat me up slightly and pulled my t-shirt over my head, balling it up and adding it to my pillow before pushing me back into the sand.

“So beautiful, lil one,” he breathed, speaking so softly I could scarcely hear him. When I tried to contradict him he placed one finger over my lips. “No arguments! I said you’re beautiful therefore you must be.”

Those words warmed me from the inside out. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. “I am beautiful.”

“That’s right, don’t ever forget it.”

Satisfied with the accomplishment of boosting my self esteem, he went back to resting his head on his hand and stroking my tummy and breasts. When he traced a line down my belly to the button on my jeans I held my breath. As he undid the button and zipper I could feel my pussy pulsing and swelling. I tried to help, wanting the pants off NOW, but he pushed my hands away, saying that he wanted it done his way. Slowly. I couldn’t stand it, and had to bite my lip to keep from yelling at him to hurry.

His fingers slipped inside my open jeans, only to brush the soft curls just above my sex and I truly thought I might lie there and go insane with need if he didn’t get on with it. He finally put his hands on my hips and raised them up so he could pull the jeans down past my bottom. I kicked them off the rest of the way, not caring if it was too fast for him. They needed to be off, I couldn’t take much more.

“Oh god, please touch me, Zack!” I hissed through my teeth. “I can’t stand it anymore, you have to touch me.”

He grinned at me, his eyes scanning my naked body. “Patience is a virtue, lil one, all in due time.”

He did touch me, once again lounging beside me his free hand roamed everywhere but where I needed it. Every time he neared my crotch I raised my hips, silently begging to be touched where I needed it most. And every time he avoided my pussy, running his hand down my thigh, or up over my belly and breasts instead.

I began to whimper and plead with him, unable to take it anymore. I could feel the moisture from my cunt flowing between my ass cheeks, and I was quivering with the need to climax. One would think I’d gotten off enough that evening with Sam and Danny, but my body was telling me otherwise. I needed Zack now, more than I’d ever needed anything. 

When his fingers finally slipped between my thighs and grazed my clit I came. Instantly, intensely, and loudly. I screamed, grunted and cussed like a sailor as the most incredible orgasm coursed through my body. Every muscle in my body turned to jelly, my eyes rolled back in my head and Zack swears I passed out cold for a few minutes. I don’t remember that of course, but I don’t doubt it. My next clear memory is of his mouth on mine and his very large cock pressed between us, throbbing on my belly. I guess did pass out, because last I knew he still had his jeans on.

He made love to me then. Now I honestly don’t think it’s possible to make love to someone you met three hours ago, but it FELT like love, for a little while at least. He spread my legs with his knees, and very slowly circled my clit with his thumb as he slid his cock into me. Rocking back and forth very gently, all the while thanking me and telling me how beautiful I was. When he wasn’t speaking he was making love to my mouth with his tongue. He slowly stroked me towards another orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure rolling over me until I was finally driven to begging for release.

“Harder, Zack!” I panted, “Please let me cum! I can’t stand it much longer!”

He grinned at me then, his black eyes sparkling, “How bad do you want it, lil one?”

I nearly lost it as he licked my nipple and then took it between his teeth, biting hard. “Oh my fucking god! Anything! I’ll do anything you want, Zack! I’m begging, please, I need you!” 

He drove his cock into me so hard that I swear I felt it in my throat. Harder and harder he hammered into me, his balls slapping against my ass, scooting me forward in the sand with every thrust. He bit my nipples over and over, harder each time until I was crying out and pleading with him to stop, secretly praying that wouldn’t because it felt so fucking good. The orgasm finally crashed over me and I screamed so loud that people in China probably heard me. I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs around his waist, bucking against him as he roared, signaling his own climax.

Before long we were both freezing, sweaty bodies and ocean breezes don’t make a very good mix, so we stood and attempted to brush sand from places that sand shouldn’t ever be. When we were sure we’d removed all that we were able to without a shower we both dressed and began the walk back to the car.

“You owe me, lil one. Don’t think for a minute that I’ve forgotten.”

I looked up at him, unsure of what he was talking about. “Huh?”

He flashed me that sinister grin, leaned in till he was about an inch from my face and whispered, “Anything. You’ll do anything. Remember? I’ll be cashing in on that anything, Erin. It might be tomorrow, or next week, or a year from now, but I expect you’ll keep that promise when I need you.”

“I will, Zack. I promise. All you have to do is ask,” I replied as we arrived back at the car.

“Goddamn!” Danny shouted, “What the fuck took so long? Did ya try every fucking position in the Kama Sutra?” 

Sam glared at Danny and then turned to look at Zack and me. It nearly broke my heart when I looked at him. He looked angry and jealous. “Are you guys ready to go?” he muttered.

Zack dug into his pocket and threw the car keys at Sam, “Whenever you are, dude. You can drive.”

The ride home was strangely quiet. I directed Sam to Justine’s house and when we arrived I searched my purse for paper and a pen. I wrote out my phone number three times and gave it to each of them. Before getting out I kissed Zack, who was in the backseat next to me, then leaned into the front seat to kiss Danny and Sam. I sat back and looked at each of them. “Thanks boys. I’ll never forget this night as long as I live. Call anytime.” 

Before any of them could respond I got out of the car and shut the door behind me. As I walked toward the house I knew that it was pretty unlikely that I’d ever see them again. But I did see all three of them pretty often over the next couple of years. Sometimes they were together, sometimes alone. Either way, I always had fun. Though nothing that happened after ever compared to the night that I met the three of them. 

Zack did eventually collect that promise a few years after I made it. But that’s another story.

I’ll save it for another time.



Why I'm Such A Bad Girl Ch. 04



After that evening on the beach I knew my life would never be the same, but I was surprised by how quickly things changed. People immediately seemed to notice a difference in me, my whole demeanor had changed. The ever-present shyness that had crippled me socially for so long had disappeared overnight, leaving behind a confidence that allowed me to walk tall, speak my mind, stand up for myself. I liked the new me. Others seemed to appreciate the changes as well.

I was a senior in high school. It was early June and there were only a couple of weeks of classes left. I owned those two weeks, making up for four years of being invisible.

It became apparent to me that guys have some sort of radar that notifies them when a girl "puts out", because boys who hadn't spoken to me in years were striking up conversations and unabashedly flirting with me during that first Monday back in school.

I was unsure how to handle the attention at first. I even resented it for the first day or two, thinking to myself that these assholes had a lot of nerve expecting anything from me after ignoring me for years. Then two realizations changed my perspective. First, I knew that I had only myself to blame for my invisibility. I had never made much of an effort to fit in. Second, it dawned on me that I could take full advantage of my newfound popularity and really get to know a few of the guys I had been fantasizing about over the years.

At the top of my list was Ethan Jamison. He was the star running back, senior class president and the head cheerleader's boyfriend. I honestly didn't care whose boyfriend he was. I wasn't concerned with relationships and I didn't want to date him, I just wanted to fuck him.

EJ, unlike your typical popular jock, was actually a pretty nice guy. Not overly cocky or conceited, surprisingly easy to talk to. Equally easy to seduce.

I caught up with him the first time in the hall between classes. After a little small talk and a lot of flirting we went our separate ways. The next opportunity I had was a few days later. I had stayed late to discuss my college plans with my guidance counselor; EJ had been taking advantage of the weight room.

I was walking down the hall when I noticed him about 25 feet in front of me as he entered the boy's locker room. I stopped when I reached the door and listened to hear if he was talking to anyone. I couldn't hear any voices coming from inside, only the sound of the shower running.

I glanced around to make sure I wouldn't be seen and entered the room, sliding the lock into place once I was inside. My previous actions have obviously proven that I wasn't against a group session, but I preferred that this be a one-on-one consultation.  

He was standing in the open shower with his back to me, hands pressed against the tiles in an "against the wall and spread 'em" stance. He didn't seem to notice my presence, probably assuming that another male had entered if he'd even heard the door at all.

I moved toward him silently, my whole body tingling with excitement. My panties were soaking wet before I got anywhere near the him. When I was standing directly behind him, close enough to touch, I nearly chickened out. If he hadn't smelled so damn good, if I hadn't wanted him so badly, I definitely would have bolted.

I moved in closer and reached around his body, grasping his limp penis in my right hand while running my left hand over his back and ass.

"What the fuck!?!" he shouted as he whirled around to see who had manhandled him. "Sonuvabitch! I'll kick your fuckin'... Erin!?! What the hell are you doing?"

"Aww relax, Eth. I just thought I'd give you a hand, don't be angry. I didn't mean to scare you." I said, as stepped toward him, gazing into his eyes and licking my lips as I dropped to my knees in front of him. "You want my help, don't you? I can clearly see that at least one part of you appreciates my attention." I whispered, once again gripping his now hardening cock and gently drawing him closer to me.

"Erin, I can't...Ashlee will kill...we can't do thi..." 

His words dissolved as I wrapped my lips around his cock, swallowing him until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. It didn't take him long to forget all about his precious Ashlee and really get into it. His fingers tangled into my wet hair and he slumped against the wall, panting and groaning as his cock continued to swell to it's full 8 1/2 inches.

I let his dick slip from between my lips. "If I let you cum in my mouth will you be able to keep it up?" I asked, genuinely concerned that I may not get what I had come for.

"As many times as you want me." he stated matter-of-factly. 

I licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock while cupping his testicles in my right hand. "Promise?"

"Oh my god, Yes! I swear." he grunted as I tightened my grip on his balls.

"Mmm, good boy." I purred, before once again wrapping my lips around his cock.

I'd been sucking his dick for a good 10 minutes when it became obvious that he was getting close to cumming. I hastened the pace of my sucking, using my tongue and throat to caress and squeeze his cock till he was thrusting into my mouth frantically. He grunted and sprayed the back of my throat with copious amounts of cum while I fucked his asshole with my middle finger.

It took him a good five minutes to compose himself, and the poor thing had an "I've been violated" look on his face. "Why'd you do that?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, genuinely concerned. "I'm truly sorry if I hurt you, Eth."

"No." He looked down at his hands. "No, it didn't....hurt, it just...shocked me. I, I wasn't expecting it, it was the LAST thing I was expecting. I'm not gay, Erin....if someone's saying that I like in the ass...!"

"Calm down. It's got nothing to do with being gay. Come on, be honest, you've never cum like that before...?"

"No, it was...incredible, but also a little scary, and weird!"

He was sitting Indian style now, back against the wall, the shower still spraying us both. I got up and gently touched his face. "I'm really very sorry for scaring or confusing you, Ethan" I said, as I lowered myself into his lap, straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist. "Do you forgive me?" I asked, gazing into his eyes, then gently nibbling his bottom lip.

His cock, once again at full attention, was the only answer I needed.

He ran his hands up under my tank top caressing my back and pulling me tightly against his chest. I was still fully clothed, and completely drenched. "There's something so fuckin sexy about a wet girl" he said, as he slid the tank top over my head.

"You have no idea..." I moaned, grinding my cunt against his pelvis.

He unhooked my bra, slowly sliding the straps down my arms so that my breasts were bared inch by inch. He stared for what seemed an eternity before finally lowering his head to lick my right nipple as he pinched the left between his thumb and forefinger. I groaned loudly and once again ground my crotch into him. He licked a trail from my nipple to my neck and bit me hard, sending a shockwave through my body.

I was panting and whimpering, rocking in his lap, wanting him so badly, but loving the slowness...savoring the teasing.

He placed his palm flat against my chest and pushed me backward onto the cold tiles, my legs still wrapped around him. His fingers danced over my tummy, playing over the button and zipper on my jeans, but leaving both intact. I whimpered again, pleadingly, but he just looked into my eyes and grinned. 

"Please, EJ...."

He rubbed his thumb along the seam of my jeans, over my throbbing clit again and again until I was frenzied. He finally unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and tugged them down past my hips. I was quivering as he gazed at my dripping pussy and I nearly lost it when I finally felt him touch me.

Ethan knelt between my legs, and dipped his tongue into my cunt. I came immediately. He'd teased and tortured for so long I couldn't help myself. He continued to lick and suck my clit as I writhed beneath him, my hips arching off the floor trying to get as much of his mouth as I could.

He stopped suddenly, grabbing my wrists and pulling me into a standing position, he tossed me over his shoulder. Carrying me the way a fireman would carry a victim from a burning building, he walked into the coach's office and placed me back on my feet. 

"My hero!" I giggled, grinning at him.

"Turn around!" he ordered. Placing his hands on my shoulders and spinning me so I faced the desk in the middle of the office, shoving me forward till I was only inches from the edge.

"Jesus, Eth...no need to shove." I protested. "Last time I checked I was a willing participant."

He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face onto the surface of the desk. "My turn," he grunted, "so shut up."

The total change in his demeanor scared the shit out of me, and I started to struggle, trying to get away up and away from him. He kept his hand on my neck, forcing my torso flat against the desk, and leaned forward so his legs were pressed against mine. I had nowhere to go.

"Ethan, please....." I whined. "You know I'll do whatever you want, you don't have to be so goddamn rough!"

He used the hand that had been holding my neck to grab a handful of hair, pulling my head back as he leaned over me. With his lips right by my ear he shouted, "Didn't I just tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP?"

He shoved my head back to the desk, and held me down with his hand pressed to my cheek. "You'll be sorry if you make me say it again!" he hissed through his teeth.

I could feel his cock poking my ass and thighs as he began to stroke himself behind me. Tears streamed down my face and I couldn't keep myself from whimpering, begging him to please let me up. He used his knee to pry my legs apart and slapped my thigh hard so I would open wider. He moved in closer, so I could feel his cock pressed between my ass cheeks.

Once again he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled it hard as he slammed the full length of his cock into my ass. I screamed and he slapped me hard on my right thigh.

"Every time you make a sound, every time you struggle, I'm going to slap you harder!" he warned, withdrawing and slamming into me again. I grunted from the impact of his thrust and he slapped me harder in the same spot, once again withdrawing, then impaling me with his cock. 

"please...." I moaned, and he slapped me harder, while driving himself into me.

"Ethan..." I whispered. Harder, the slap alone making me cry out in pain. Harder again, and I yelped. Harder and harder, until I'm begging him to stop. I can't help it, and still he's slapping me, over and over again, thrusting into me so hard that my legs are being bruised by the impact against the edge of the desk.

He stopped slapping me and wrapped his arm around my waist, dipping his fingers into my pussy. I was soaking wet. I was terrified. I was sobbing. I was in pain. I was bruised. But still...I was soaking wet.

His pace slowed until he was barely rocking his hips. He let go of my hair, brushing it out of my face. He caressed the place where his slaps had left a bright red handprint. He leaned over me and kissed my cheek. He wiped the tears from my face. He continued to fondle my pussy.

"Do you forgive me?" he whispered, as I began to pant due to the cock in my ass and the fingers teasing my cunt. He pressed his thumb onto my clit, rubbing hard in a small, circular motion. I could only whimper, I didn't know what to feel.

He pressed my clit harder, and running his fingertips over the handprint on my thigh. "I would never really hurt you, Erin. I thought you might appreciate something a little...different." he said.

I could only cry, trembling beneath him from the combination of pleasure and pain.

"Do you forgive me, Erin?" he asked again. When I didn't answer he stopped moving completely. "I swear, I wasn't trying to hurt you. I'm sorry." he said as he started to back away.

"Nooo..." I pleaded, "please...don't stop!"

He wrapped his arm around my waist again, thumb and index finger pinching my clit as he thrust his cock into my still dripping cunt. I pushed back, wanting him deeper as he pressed my clit, bringing me ever closer to orgasm.

I threw my arms over my head, gripping the edge of the desk as he drove into me. Grunting and moaning with pleasure as he fucked me harder. When he drove two fingers into my asshole I completely lost it. I felt my pussy spasm and tighten around his cock, every thrust brought on another wave of euphoria. He pulled out and cum sprayed over my back as he replaced his cock with his fingers, sawing them in and out of my cunt. I was completely out of control, and he finally had to stop because I was making so much noise.

We were both exhausted, so we just lay there for several minutes. He finally backed away from me, and I stood up to stretch my aching muscles. I turned around and got the shock of my life. When he saw the stunned look on my face he turned toward the door. 

As I tried to cover my naked body with my hands, I wondered how long Coach Holden had been standing there.