11 comments/ 140716 views/ 43 favorites High School Sweethearts By: eclecticdreamer Katie lugged the heavy canoe along with the rest of her group, her arms aching. She never understood why canoes had to be carried over your head. Ahead of her, her best friend Veronica stumbled over a root, and all six of their group nearly went down. Katie snickered while the four guys making up the rest of the group grumbled about getting stuck with two girls. It was their senior trip, a canoeing trip down the white waters of Tennessee and Georgia. Thanks to an overeager Phys Ed staff, instead of going to Disney World, New York, or even Dolly World, they were trapped on this canoe trip. Well, it hadn't been that bad, Katie admitted to herself. With glee, her group tossed their canoe where the rest where thrown haphazardly to the ground. Mr. Peterson the gym teacher was about to have an apoplexy, but then, he hadn't had to carry the damn things so he didn't understand the sheer joy of getting rid of the canoes. Veronica turned around and smiled at Katie, miming smoking a joint. "Later," Katie whispered, looking around furtively with a giggle. "Someone is going to see you do that!" "Ah, let 'em. I'm eighteen and graduated, so there isn't anything they can do to me now." Veronica was exactly four months older than Katie. Katie had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday, and Veronica had been the Buddha of forbidden knowledge. Katie didn't feel any different, even though she technically was an adult. "Oh, look. Josh Peterson is giving you the eye, Katie. I think he may actually work up the courage to ask you out. Or ask for head, whichever comes first." Katie turned and met Josh's gaze, blushing at Veronica's words as he smiled and waved. She quickly looked away to find Veronica watching her in amusement. "You are never going to get a date if you keep being so shy. I mean, you are gorgeous, but you keep them at arm's length." Veronica grabbed her arm and walked her over to where Mr. Peterson already had a huge bonfire roaring. Dinner was the usual; roasted hot dogs and beans followed by a dessert of toasted marshmallows. Katie ate in silence, listening to Veronica ramble on about the lead singer of her favorite band. Katie liked listening to music, but Veronica obsessed about it. Her thoughts and gaze drifted to Josh, and she idly wondered why she was so shy. She would love to be able to flirt as casually as the other girls, but Katie couldn't seem to get out even a hello. Veronica jabbed Katie with her elbow. Katie glared at her and rubbed her sore arm. "What did you do that for?" Veronica's dark brown eyes twinkled caramel in the firelight as she laughed quietly. Her short blonde hair was a sharp contrast to Katie's copper colored mop. "Listen, Juliet, your Romeo is getting uncomfortable with all the staring you are doing." Katie realized with a start that Veronica was right! She had been staring at Josh the entire time she had been lost in thought. He had even turned his back to her because she was making him so creeped out. She felt herself flush to the tips of her ears, knowing every freckle across her nose would be blazing. "Oh. My. God. He must think I am stalker girl!" "Probably. That's why this will be a good time to slip away." Veronica pointed to the tents where most people had already begun to go to bed. Mr. Peterson could already be heard snoring loudly from his collapsible chair. "We'll just pitch our tent, stuff our sleeping bags and when he checks it later, it will look like we are in there asleep!" "Okay. Anything to get me away from Josh!" They pitched their tent next to Mr. Peterson, the better to seem as though they were doing nothing wrong. Luckily, their tent had two entrances, and after stuffing their sleeping bags, they quietly slipped out the back, following the woods until they came to the slow moving Chattahoochee. Veronica burst out laughing as soon as they reached the shore, twirling around in glee. Katie smiled and sat down on a waterlogged branch. Veronica quickly took out her stash and immediately lit up. They had decided that on this trip, they were going to try new things, be more grown up in their choices of fun. Veronica passed the joint to Katie who inhaled deeply. Much to her embarrassment, she began to choke and sputter, the foul tasting smoke exploding from her in convulsive gasps. Veronica laughed with glee before taking another long, slow drag. She passed the joint back to Katie who took a much smaller puff. The odd enchantment of the drug was already taking effect, and Katie smiled at the night around her. We should go swimming," Veronica announced happily, already shrugging out of her shorts and tank top. Sandals were thrown on top to keep the wind from blowing them away. Bra and panties quickly followed, leaving Katie gaping. She had never seen another girl naked before. Even in movies during a nude scene, she had always looked away or closed her eyes. But this was Veronica, her best friend, and Veronica was beautiful. "Come on, Katie. Come with me or it'll be no fun." "I can't do... THAT!" Katie laughed, and Veronica shook her head putting her hands on Katie's shoulders. "Katie, take a risk. For once, do something you want to do and not something you should do." With that, she turned and waded into the water, giggling at the chilly wet against her skin. Katie stood up abruptly; her head was so fuzzy it was making it hard for her to think. She knew that Veronica was right. With less grace than her friend, she stripped quickly out of her shorts set and matching bra and panties. Flinging her sandals on her clothes, she walked quickly to the water's edge where Veronica was watching her intently, her body submerged, head just barely floating above the water. "Come on in. Water's good." Katie smiled and stepped into the river, amazed at her boldness. The lapping of the water felt so good against her skin, that it was almost erotic. Katie blushed at the thought, wondering where it had come from. "Now. Tell me what you were thinking about back at the campsite," Veronica said, locking her feet with Katie's as they floated together. "It was nothing really. Just thinking that I have no idea how to be with anyone. If Josh did try to kiss me, I wouldn't know what to do." "You mean you've never kissed anyone? You've gone on dates, Katie." "No, I really haven't, well except for Eric back in the third grade, but I don't think that counts. I've told you all this before." "Yeah, well, I thought you were lying to me." Veronica sat up abruptly and looked Katie in the eyes. "Why haven't you, you know, ever done anything?" "I dunno. I guess because every year I was older, and I was embarrassed that I still didn't know how to do anything." Katie lay back in the water, watching the stars slowly twinkle and slide by. The moon was full tonight, shining down on them with an orange glow. Katie had the unnerving sensation that it was listening to every word. "Earth to Katie, hello," Veronica was saying with a laugh as she splashed water at Katie. "Wow, I was seriously zoning," Katie giggled, suddenly aware that she was completely naked in the river at night and it felt good. "I was saying you just need a little practice. Pretend your hand is a boy's mouth and kiss it." Veronica demonstrated on her own hand, cupping it into a fist. Katie watched with great interest, feeling her body begin to warm in the cool water. It certainly looked like Veronica could kiss. "Ok," Katie said and closed her eyes to kiss her own curled fist. "No, no, Katie. Here, kiss my hand. I need to feel what you are doing to know what advice to give you." Katie blushed, but the effects of the drug were still overruling her usual inhibitions. She kissed Veronica's hand slowly. "Not bad," Veronica said. "All you need it to move your lips and tongue more and don't be afraid to nibble. Remember, you are making love with your mouth when you kiss." Katie watched Veronica again, the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach growing. She could feel her entire body flush, and it confused her because she wasn't embarrassed. Veronica made her practice some more, but sighed in frustration at Katie's lack of 'getting it'. "Ok. There is only one thing left to do. Do you trust me, Katie?' "Yes. You are my best friend." Veronica met Katie's gaze with complete seriousness. "I want you to kiss me." She held up her hands at the protest. "It is really the only way. Most girls aren't 18 and still learning, Katie." "You're right." Katie sighed. She licked her lips nervously and closed the gap between her and Veronica. She leaned forward and quickly placed a kiss on Veronica's lips. Veronica shook her head in disappointment. "Wait, I'll try again," Katie said, stilling her thoughts. Veronica closed her eyes, waiting as Katie inched forward. Their lips touched, the softest of silk meeting the softest of satin. Katie could feel her heart racing as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing the outline of Veronica's lips before pushing inside to join their mouths in a delicious dance. She realized with a start that she wanted Veronica to kiss her as she had kissed her own hand. Veronica's arms encircled Katie's neck, and she awkwardly held Veronica closer to her, sighing softly as their breasts brushed against each other. Veronica gently nibbled on Katie's lips before Katie captured her mouth again with her own. Slowly the two pulled apart, and Katie blushed deeply setting all her freckles on fire in the moonlight. "That was good," Veronica breathed, and Katie was surprised to see her friend breathing heavily as well. Veronica's hands twined in Katie's hair as she leaned forward. "But I think we need more practice," she said just before their lips met. Katie felt a raging river inside of herself and fought to control the waves of desire that washed through her. She felt like she was on fire. Veronica wrapped her legs around Katie's waist, and Katie nearly groaned from the feel of the other girl's body against hers. Hurriedly she pulled back from the kiss, not wanting to embarrass herself or her friend. "I'm sorry," Katie whispered breathlessly. "For what?" Veronica's voice was husky and low, tickling Katie's desire even more. "I think it's the pot. I just feel so out of control. So... I don't think you'd like what I'm feeling." "If it's anything like what I feel, I would like it very much," Veronica whispered shyly and Katie looked at her in surprise. Was it possible she had the same effect on Veronica that Veronica had on her? "And what are you feeling?" Katie whispered as Veronica leaned forward to kiss the splash of freckles across her nose. There was a long pause, then a whispered, "Desire. I think... I want you, Katie." Katie didn't know who kissed whom, but she shut off her mind and let her instincts take over. Veronica felt so soft under her hands, and she realized with a start that she was running her hands up and down Veronica's side and hips. Their breasts were pressed against each other, hardened nipples poking into soft flesh. Katie lustily thought that she had to see them. She pulled slowly away, breaking their kiss to look down at Veronica's round breasts, the pink nipples hard and aching. Her own were brown and somewhat smaller, the areola dimpling in the sudden breeze. "May I?" Katie asked, amazed at her own boldness as she cupped Veronica's heavy breasts in her hands. "Mmm, Katie. More," Veronica moaned as Katie flicked her thumbs over Veronica's nipples. Katie was lost in the wonder of exploration, the joy of discovering a confidence and power she didn't know she possessed. She lowered her mouth to take one hard pink nub between her teeth, flicking her tongue over it slowly, forcefully. Veronica gasped loudly, her hands tightening in Katie's hair, holding her firmly in place as she kissed and sucked Katie's earlobe. "I don't want to stop," Katie murmured passionately, stopping to look deeply into Veronica's eyes. Veronica smiled slowly, her brown eyes melting. "Neither do I," she answered huskily. "Do what you want." Katie showed no hesitation. Licking from one nipple to the other, she put her hand between Veronica's legs and stroked her thigh. She was amazed at her own boldness, but she didn't want to be the shy girl anymore, the girl who never got what she wanted. She paused uncertainly; she didn't know where to go from here. "I don't know what to do. Show me how to touch you," Katie begged and Veronica moaned softly as Katie's innocent fingers played havoc with her senses as they gently stroked her outer lips. "Show me how to make love to you." Veronica put her hands on top of Katie's thighs, and Katie's eyes widened as Veronica spread them. Katie didn't mean for that to happen; she wanted to touch Veronica. As she opened her mouth to protest, she bit back the words as the most pleasurable sensations spread from her groin up. "Have you ever masturbated?" Veronica asked in her ear, and Katie dumbly shook her head no. Veronica looked at her in surprise, her hands going still. "So I am going to be the first to... touch you?" Katie nodded yes and wondered at the look in her friend's eyes. "You want me to do this? I've never been with a woman before, but I know what I like." "Yes, I want this, I want you," Katie said thickly, unable to control the slow grinding of her hips against Veronica's teasing hands. "Just follow my lead." Veronica gasped as Katie quickly followed any motion of Veronica's hands. Katie closed her eyes tightly, letting the feelings rage through her. Veronica was so hot and wet against her fingers as she pushed down onto them as Katie gently stroked her sex, following Veronica's lead. Veronica slipped a slim finger between Katie's outer lips, circling Katie's tight hole while rubbing her palm against Katie's clit. Katie moaned deep into the feminine depths as she clumsily followed suit. Veronica moved to massage Katie's clit, stroking it lightly as she teased the hard nub. Katie began to tremble as she touched Veronica's, amazed at the silky feel of another woman. Both girls began to rock against each other. Katie began to moan, biting her bottom lip to hold back the unfamiliar passionate noises that wanted to erupt from her. Veronica nipped her shoulder lightly, whispering unintelligible encouragement. Katie could feel a pressure building within herself, and her eyes flew open in embarrassment. She struggled out of Veronica's arms and backed away leaving Veronica looking at her in astonishment. "What's wrong?" "I feel weird, almost like I have to, you know, go," Katie panted, unable to stop herself from caressing Veronica's thigh. Veronica smiled, and then laughed lightly causing a hurt look to cross Katie's face. "Please don't laugh at me. I know I'm not experienced at this, but..." Veronica put a finger over her lips to shush her. "No, I'm not... I'm sorry. Sweet Katie, you were going to cum. When you feel that pressure, just relax and let it happen." Katie looked at her friend in surprise. She had, of course, heard about orgasms, but she had no idea what one was like. Veronica stood and grabbed Katie's hand, pulling her up with her. She led Katie to the bank, where she spread their clothes to form a crude pallet. They lay down side by side. Veronica began to gently kiss Katie, then with more ardor. Katie felt the dizziness in her head again, but this time, she knew Veronica was her drug. Katie boldly slid her hand up Veronica's thigh and delved deeply into her sex. Veronica moaned loudly as her eyes flew open and met Katie's. "Katie, oh god, yes." That was all the encouragement Katie needed and when Veronica begged for two fingers, she quickly complied, pumping her fingers in and out slowly at first, then more roughly, loving the wet, slurping sounds her friend's pussy was making. "Katie, fuck me. Mmmm. It's so good. Harder, yes, like that. More, please!" Katie knelt between her friend's legs for better leverage, thrusting deeper into Veronica, loving the way her breasts bounced and jiggled with each thrust. Veronica was lost in passion's embrace, hands clenched at her sides, hips pumping, head thrown back, eyes closed, and moaning loudly. Katie felt Veronica tighten around her fingers, then with a cry Veronica's back arched and Katie felt her open inside like a flower to the sun before her pussy starting sucking Katie's fingers further in. "Don't stop, Katie, please, don't stop," Veronica begged breathlessly, as Katie watched herself finger-fuck her friend, cum pooling between her fingers. She felt a growl of pleasure bubble up within her as she pumped Veronica harder and faster until Veronica begged her to stop. Katie slid slowly up Veronica's sweat slick body and held her trembling friend closely, kissing her sweetly as her shivers subsided. Veronica smiled languidly up into Katie's eyes. "You may be quiet and shy, Katie girl, but you are a wildcat in bed." Katie blushed crimson as Veronica chuckled, her breathing beginning to return to normal. "Now, I want to have you, but I want... I want to taste you." Katie's eyes widened and she stammered out excuses, but Veronica wouldn't listen. "This is what I want." "But I want to know you that way, too," Katie whispered, forcing the words past her shyness. She slowly licked the fingers that had been deep inside Veronica, smiling and moaning at the taste. Veronica flushed a deep red, her eyes darkening with desire. She turned and pinned Katie beneath her. "Ok, I know the perfect position for both of us to get what we want. Lie still," she instructed as she stood and straddled Katie, her back to Katie. Then she knelt on all fours above Katie eliciting a gasp from Katie's face . 69! She was going to not only do it, but do it with a girl. She wrapped her arms up and around Veronica's thighs, pulling her closer to look intently up into the glistening wet sex above her. Hesitantly, she licked from clit to hole and smiled as Veronica shuddered with desire. She scooped up a wet mouthful on her tongue and swallowed with a low moan of pleasure. She loved the taste and smell and decided this was as close to heaven as a human could get. Katie suddenly tensed and gasped in surprise, her eyes rolling back in her head as Veronica mimicked her actions. Katie spread her legs as wide as they would go, wanting to feel her friends wonderful mouth all over her. Slowly at first, then building momentum, the two girls explored one another, becoming lost in the sensations. Katie wondered at what she had been missing. She spread Veronica's lips with her fingers and began to lick and suck at her clit. Remembering Veronica's admonitions earlier, she nibbled it gently, happy to hear the loud gasp and moan in response. Soon the two lost themselves in mutual sucking and licking, their slurps and moans the only sounds reaching their ears. Katie felt the bold pressure beginning deep in her belly again and she was determined to see it through to the end. Veronica's mouth was driving her crazy as it danced over her sensitized sex, lapping at her clit like a kitten with cream. Katie began to lick Veronica hard and fast, responding to the urgency within her own body, their hips matching thrusts as they pleasured one another. Katie felt the urgency building within her cause her desire to boil until she thought she would scream. Then it was as if she stepped off the edge of the world. Heat radiated through her body from her pussy and spread outward as she came, the force of it making her cry out, the sound muffled in Veronica's pussy. Veronica heard her, tasted her cum, and the sounds and taste coming from her friend sent her over the edge. She ground her pussy down on Katie's mouth and chin, cumming hard. Veronica began to gently push her fingers in and out of Katie, amazed at the tightness and flap of skin she could feel inside blocking her way. Katie was trembling, her body ready for another orgasm. Veronica began to go faster as Katie arched her back, crying out in pleasure as Veronica stretched her wide by adding another slim finger. High School Sweethearts "Oh, Veronica, oh god, I'm going to cum so fucking hard..." Katie felt like she exploded, and unable to control her cries, she screamed into the night. Veronica rode the wave with Katie to the top, only stopping when Katie began to squirm away from her. Veronica turned and lay face to face with Katie, sharing kisses and laughter. Katie couldn't think of a better first time than with her best friend. She hoped there would be many more times. In the brush, Josh crept back to camp, filled with the knowledge of why Katie was always so distant. His cock was so hard it was painful in his shorts, but he hadn't dared do anything about it. He didn't want them to know he had been their voyeur. If they weren't back by morning, he would sneak down and awaken them. Maybe he would be lucky enough to see them make love again. He slid quietly into his tent where he immediately dropped his shorts and began to masturbate standing up, reliving everything he had seen and heard this night. High School Sweethearts? Just a note: All characters are over eighteen. This one is just a little bit of fun - please enjoy :) *** Alana sat at table and fiddled with her food. She had been throwing surreptitious glances at Connor Montrose all through lunch. God he was gorgeous. Devine even. Right at that moment he caught her eye and smiled before continuing his conversation with his friends. Alana blushed furiously. 'Oh my God I'm having a Bella Swan moment. How sad and pathetic is my life.' She thought before grabbing her tray and heading out of the cafeteria. Alana was new to the exclusive prep school. She'd gotten in on an academic scholarship. There was no way her parents could afford the tuition. Being the new kid definitely had its drawbacks. Being less wealthy than the Rockefeller's also seemed to be a problem at this school as well. It was difficult to make friends. These kids grandparents probably new each other when they were in diapers. Alana knew that her appearance didn't help matters either. Her parents while not destitute, didn't have the resources to pay for many of the finer things that were the norm at this school. Including the exorbitantly priced uniform. Hers was second hand. Unfortunately it was the only one left and it was at least two sizes too big which essentially made her look like she was wearing a burlap sack. In this cliquey environment that was a definite no-no. There were some people that talked to her and others that were downright nasty. But Alana didn't mind because she knew that as a senior she'd only be here for the rest of the year. Then she'd be off to college hopefully on another academic scholarship. Her only problem was one Connor Montrose and his absolute gorgeousness. He was sporty and popular and seemed like a nice guy. Not that she'd had the courage to speak to him. He was also in most of her classes, occasionally making it very hard to concentrate. Like right now heading to Chemistry knowing that he was going to be there sitting in the back row with his buddies. Alana took her usual place alone at one of the lab benches. Mrs. Baldwin walked in. She was one of Alana's favourite teachers because she explained things well and was always available for questions. "Now class. Over the next couple of terms we are going to be doing a large project in pairs. The project will be on environmental contagions and will be broken up into smaller experiments with assignments to be handed in at various dates before the final presentation. Please refer to the outline being passed around." A grumble at the amount of work went around as people discussed partners and complained about the topic. Alana looked about concerned. Everyone seemed to have paired off. "Mr Montrose can you please come here?" Mrs Baldwin said as the class went over the outline. Connor ambled to the teacher's desk wondering what the problem was but having a small inkling what it might be. "Connor, I've been having a chat with the principal. He's under the impression that you've were slacking off towards the end of last year. And you appear to have continued the pattern this year. Tell me I'm wrong." She said quietly so that the other students couldn't hear. "You're not wrong." Connor replied dejectedly. "You're far from stupid Connor, It would be a waste. I know you're going to be upset but I'm going to have to push you a little harder this year, starting with making you Alana's partner for this extended project. Maybe she'll be a positive influence." Mrs. Baldwin said. Connor understood. She was right, he wasn't stupid. He just could seem to get motivated. And he wasn't angry with her. Actually she was being rather nice about it. Better than the lecture he'd coped from his parents. He thanked her for her concern and promised to try. He walked to the back and gathered his things to the questioning glances of his friends. Plonking himself down next to Alana he said "Howdy partner." Alana almost fell off her chair when he sat down. "What's going on? Is this a joke?" she said confused. "Nope. Baldwin is assigning me to you with the hope that you'll be a positive influence. So do your magic." He grinned. Alana couldn't speak, she couldn't think. How on earth was she going to get through a class with him right next to her. By the end of the lesson they had managed to work out a rough plan of the topics they wanted to research and the experiments they wanted to do. It was a little more complicated than Connor was use to but he thought he could manage. Besides Alana was pretty good at explaining things and forcing him to actually think. He hadn't really spoken to her before but he knew she must be smart to get a scholarship. She didn't come across and nerdy though, or weird, just nice and friendly. This might not be that bad. They walked out together comparing schedules to see when they could get together and compare their research. Alana wasn't watching where she was going and she almost walked into Melanie Wright. Queen Bitch if ever there was one. Every school has one or more of 'those girls', popular, attractive and supremely conceited. "Watch where you're going freak." Melanie exclaimed. Alana didn't want to bother with the girl's histrionics but she still had to pin down a time with Connor. Ignoring Melanie she looked at Connor and said "What about Wednesday, 4th period spare?" "Sounds good." Connor said. "On my God. You two?" Melanie said incredulously. "Back off Melanie. Alana and I are doing a project together." Connor said with an annoyed tone. "Oh, like she had a hope in hell." Melanie said looking relieved. "I said back off Melanie." Connor repeated. Alana wasn't sure if he was defending her or just not wanting to be thought of in the same context as her. "Hmm doesn't listen very well does she?" Alana mumbled desperate to get out of there. "What?" said Melanie looking like she'd sucked on a lemon. Alana stifled a giggle "You know 'back off', it means retreat, pull back, withdraw." She said with a smile. Melanie was still giving her a blank lemon sucking stare. "Oh for goodness sake, by a dictionary and look it up." Alana said exasperated and walked off with the sound of Connor's chuckles in her ears. On Wednesday Connor was looking forward to his spare fourth period. Alana made him laugh. He'd gotten good chuckle millage out of what had happened with Melanie. He found her in the large study hall sitting at a table with papers and books piled neatly. She smiled at him as he sat down. "Hey." He said looking a little daunted at the amount of work she'd done compared with his measly few articles. "Hi. I thought I'd organize the information according to each section of the project." She said pointing to each of the piles. Connor pulled out his things and they began to compare information. It was fun being here with him. She was right, he was nice and smart too. He just didn't seem very motivated. Leaned across him to grab an article and jumped a little as she brushed his arm. Blushing she avoided his gaze and launched into an explanation of how that article would be useful in their first experiment. Connor laughed as she explained how some lab technicians has accidently blown up a lab by putting sodium in water. It was really comfortable talking to her and pretty soon they were talking about other things like music and sport. He was sorry to hear the bell go for the next class. It was one she wasn't in. He also resolved to do more work next time so that he would feel like he was pulling his weight. He was never one to let others carry the load. The next couple of weeks flew by. Connor and Alana were getting along well and their project and assignment marks were reaping the benefits. Alana was beside herself that Connor was actually friendly towards her even outside of their project time. Wednesdays fourth period was looking like her favourite time of the week. In Chemistry, Mrs. Baldwin had just complimented them on how well they were working together. As she was walking away Connor said "Yeah I wish you were my partner in some other classes too. Gary in English Lit is doing my head in. He won't do any work." "You think that's bad. Guess who Mrs. Claremont put me with in Mathematics?" Alana countered. Connor looked at her questioningly. "Melanie!" she spat out. "You're kidding!" exclaimed Connor. "Nope. She's really bad at Maths and she hates me. I'm really worried that it's going to affect my grades and that affects my scholarship." Alana said a concerned. "You want me to have a word to Melanie?" Connor asked sympathetically. "Nah. I think that'll just make it worse." She said and they got back to work. During the following week Alana felt like she was part of a conspiracy. First in English they got paired up for an assignment and then in Social Science and Maths. Mrs Claremont kept Alana back after class. "Alana dear. Mrs. Baldwin may have mentioned you concerns regarding your partnering Melanie. I realize now that in the long term this may affect your scholarship and we can't have that. She said that you and Connor have been working well in Science. Maybe you'd like to partner up with him instead. I'll let Melanie know and leave you to tell Connor shall I?" she said breezily and walked out leaving Alana stunned. Alana caught up with Connor in Chemistry. "I think that Mrs Baldwin was eavesdropping the other day." She whispered to Connor. "What do you mean?" he asked curious. Alana explained about her conversation with Mrs. Claremont and they both understood that some serious staff room gossiping was going on. Alana wasn't complaining she got to have Connor as a partner in several classes. Connor wasn't complaining either. It was definitely more fun doing work with Alana. Alana and Connor seemed to be spending all their time together with all the projects so they just started studying for other subjects together too. The only time apart were break times when Connor would hang out with his friends and Alana would talk to whoever was willing to converse with her at the time. Mostly she hung out in the library or did her homework. Wednesday fourth period came around again and Alana was waiting for Connor to arrive when she remembered a book in her locker. She ran into Connor in the hallway outside the Science building. "Hey, sorry I'm late. Coach wanted a chat about the track meet on Saturday." Connor said breathlessly from running. "No problem I was just getting --" Alana started but was interrupted by Mrs Baldwin. "Hello there you two. How fortunate, I was just going to try and track a couple of students down to help me but you'll do. I've got a couple of boxes of old exams in my office that need to go into the archives. Do you two mind doing that for me? I have to get to a meeting with the principal." Mrs. Baldwin explained. Connor and Alana looked at each other and shrugged. They followed Mrs. Baldwin to her office to pick up the boxes which ended up being very dusty and heavy. The school archives were located in the basement of a disused portion of the school. It used to be an old music complex but proved too small as the school grew so they turned it into storage. The archives section was an orderly area where everything was neat, all be it dusty. It was attached to another storage area that was used for more valuable equipment and was always locked. There was a two way mirror between them, a hangover from watching students perform. The archives were supposed to be locked but it was broken and no one had bothered to repair it since there was nothing of value other than paper. Connor and Alana carried in the boxes and tried to find where they meant to go. When they finally did Alana dumped hers on top of another box causing dust to rise up and her to sneeze. The sound in the quiet room shocked Connor and he stepped back hitting a switch on the wall. The archive room was filled with moaning and groaning. Connor and Alana looked about frantically looking for the source of the sound. Alana's eyes looked through the mirror to find two of their teachers in a very compromising position. The switch must have turned on the sound in the next room. "Oh my God!" Alana exclaimed her hand over her mouth in shock. Following her gaze Connor's jaw dropped as he watched Mr Crawford pounding away into Ms Diaz. They stood there watching this real life porn show and listening to Ms Diaz cries of 'Yes, baby, yes'. Alana was mortified, she'd never seen any thing this explicit. It was strangely arousing as well, as she felt heat coursing though her body. With a final scream the teachers climaxed, quickly cleaned up and left. Connor and Alana still stood there unable to look at each other. "I am so glad this room is sound proofed. Can you imagine if they knew we were here?" Connor finally said breaking the silence. "Oh crap! How on earth am I going to look at Ms. Diaz in the eye again? I've got her for English Lit." Connor moaned as Alana giggled. They quietly left, not knowing what else to say. The next day in Chemistry when Connor whispered "Have you told anyone?" Alana understood exactly what he was referring to. "No way." She breathed. "So our secret then. Do you think they'll be there next week?" he asked. Alana must have given him a look so he dropped the subject and they got back to work. For all Alana's intentions to ignore what happened she couldn't seem to get it out of her mind. And she was indeed curious if they would again be in the storage area. Wednesday rolled around quickly again and Connor wrote a note in the margin of Alana's book 'I'm game if you are.' Alana blushed and giggled grateful that the class was talking loudly and no one noticed. She gave Connor a small nod and went back to work. With out planning they met outside the old storage building and quietly made their way into the archive. Sure enough, there were Crawford and Diaz. This time Diaz was sucking on his sizable cock. Alana was transfixed with the way Diaz's mouth was moving up and down the shaft. She was fascinated by the way the other woman was attempting to push more and more of it into her already stretched mouth. Crawford appeared to be enjoying himself immensely judging by his grunts and his hand on her head pushing her along. Connor must have found a couple of chairs and Alana sat on hers in a daze her eyes never leaving the action in front of her. Without warning Crawford came into Diaz's willing mouth and she swallowed every drop before she licked him clean. Thinking it was over, Alana was surprised when Crawford placed Diaz on the edge of a table and proceeded to lick at her pussy with abandon. Alana found this equally fascinating and by this stage she was flushed and extremely turned on. She was too shy to look at Connor so she kept staring at the couple. She watched as Crawford played with Diaz's nipples while he ate her to what sounded like a very satisfying climax. Again Connor and Alana left quietly. That night however Alana found herself masturbating furiously to the erotic images she'd seen that day. She briefly wondered if it turned Connor on as much. After a couple of Wednesdays of watching their own little porno Alana was beside herself. She was dripping wet and totally aroused as she sat there and watched. Desperate for release, but having to wait until she got home that night. Connor wasn't fairing much better. In utter desperation he decided to broach the subject that neither of them had spoken about. In Chemistry, which was easily their noisiest class, he wrote Alana a note. He didn't want anyone to eavesdrop on a spoken conversation. 'Does it turn you on?' she read as he slid the piece of paper to her. Alana was alarmed and looked around to make sure no one was paying them any attention. Satisfied that the coast was clear she wrote back: 'You first.' Connor chuckled but responded 'Hell YES.' Alana smiled shyly 'Yeah, me too.' She wrote. Now or never Connor thought as he wrote 'Does it make you want to touch yourself?' Alana's eyes widened at the question. 'You first.' She wrote worried now. 'Funny. Yes it does, I feel like I'm going to burst just sitting there.' He wrote. Alana blushed as she responded 'Yeah, me too.' She couldn't meet his eyes. 'Do you think it would be ok if we did, while we're watching?' he wrote, causing Alana's face to flame anew. She had to remind herself to breathe. This gorgeous, smart, funny, did she mention gorgeous, guy was asking her to play with herself in front of him. Without giving herself time to back out she wrote: 'OK but only if doesn't make things weird between us.' Connor fully understood what she meant and nodded. Alana destroyed the piece of paper so that no one could read their conversation. What had she let herself in for. *** The following Wednesday they got to the archives to find Crawford and Diaz going at it as usual. Alana was nervous as she watched glancing over at Connor to see if he was doing anything. He was looking at her trying to work out when a good start time was. They giggled at each other in their nervousness. "You first." Alana whispered. "How did I know you were going to say that?" He muttered. Slowly he undid his pants and pulled out his sizable cock and started stroking it. His eyes glued to the couple in front of them, a slight blush on his face. Alana was surprised. He was larger than Crawford. She quickly glanced away not certain if she was meant to be looking at him or not. Holding up her end of the bargain she pulled her skirt up, slipped her hand into her white cotton panties and stroked her clit. It felt so good to be able to pleasure herself as she watched the erotic scene before her. She also found herself sneaking glances at Connor and found that watching him was just as arousing if not more so. Connor was also trying to watch her as well but was frustrated with her panties being the way of what he really wanted to see. Imagining what was behind those panties was what caused him to come first into the wad of tissues he'd thoughtfully brought along. Alana wasn't too far behind and by the sounds of it, neither were Crawford and Diaz. After a couple of Wednesdays of mutual masturbation, Connor was definitely frustrated. This was strange considering he was jerking off almost every night because of his and Alana's actions. Again during Chemistry he passed her a note: 'It's not fair!' Alana looked perplexed 'What's not fair?" she wrote. 'You get to see me but I don't get to see you.' He responded. Alana blushed and went back to her work for a minute to allow herself time to think. 'What exactly do you want to see?' she bravely wrote but she was unprepared for his response. 'I want you to take your panties off so I can watch you playing with yourself.' He wrote. Liquid fire raced through her body and wetness pooled between her legs simply reading his request. Flustered she wrote back a quick 'OK' before destroying the piece of paper. That simple request was going to be masturbation fodder for a good week, Alana thought blushing again. That Wednesday Alana complied with Connor's request and removed her panties so he could see. Connor groaned the moment her wet pussy lips came into view. He groaned even louder as she began to touch herself. All pretence of watching Crawford and Diaz was dropped as they watched each other. Alana didn't think she had ever felt that aroused. She could feel his eyes on her as she watched him stroke himself. Crawford and Diaz's fucking was a backdrop to their own soft grunts and moans. Connor wasn't a virgin by any means but he had never experienced something so erotic. He watched her hand working its way over her clit and occasionally slipping a finger inside her wet hole. He also watched her face mesmerized by the joy she was experiencing. Connor enjoyed the fact that she was aroused by watching him as well. In that moment he realized how truly beautiful she was. With her dress hiked up he could he the smooth expanse of her legs and saw that they were long and slender until the flare of her hip. There was shape under that sack and he wanted to see more of it. They both came louder than they had in the past, slightly embarrassed at this new change of events. High School Sweethearts? Sometimes it felt like they were living a double life. During every other time, Connor and Alana were getting along wonderfully. Getting to know each better with each passing day. Wednesdays fourth period was another part of their life that they didn't talk about but thoroughly enjoyed. People had started to notice how close they were becoming. Some had even commented on whether they were 'together' or not. Alana and Connor avoided these questions like the plague. One Wednesday fourth period ensconced in the archives Alana had her eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure as she stroked herself. She didn't initially feel the hand moving up her thigh until it bumped into hers. She opened her eyes to find Connor next to her and looking at her intently. "Can I touch you? Please let me touch you?" he whispered in her ear pleadingly all the while his hand was moving closer to her core. Alana didn't respond, she didn't dare. She simply moved her hand allowing his more room. His touch was light. Hesitant at first but once he realized she wasn't going to stop him he began stroking her in earnest. He'd been paying attention to how she liked to touch herself and he tried to emulate that as best he could. Alana was squirming in her seat as he brought her closer and closer. She cried out, grateful for the sound proofing when be slipped two fingers inside her and continued to strum her clit with his thumb. Within seconds she was coming. An orgasm more intense than she had ever experienced washed over her. Alana had barely recovered when he said "That was so hot." And he leaned in and kissed her gently. It was a soft, tentative kiss that gradually deepened as his tongue sought entry into her mouth. Alana was becoming aroused all over again and without thinking she grabbed his thick cock and started stroking. Connor groaned into her mouth as he felt her warm hand grasp him firmly. The combination of her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his cock meant he didn't last long. He was soon coming all over her hand. The feeling of wetness caused Alana to break the kiss and look down. She giggled as he helped her clean up before they left. Crawford and Diaz soon became background to their own pleasure seeking on a Wednesday fourth period. They would stroke and touch each to orgasm as well as just make out. Kissing him was heavenly. Alana could do that all day. "Hey, wanna come over to my place to go over the presentation after school today?" his voice brought her out of her reverie. "Um sure if it's ok. I have to go home first and let my parents know." She said shyly. Of all the insane ideas. Going to his house. What on earth was she going to wear? Oh no another typical female moment. Alana almost chuckled to herself. She rushed home from school and let her mother know that she would be finishing up a project at a friend's house for most of the afternoon. Her mother didn't seem bothered in the least. Conversely she was actually pleased that Alana had made some friends. Part of Alana's mind burned in shame wondering what her parents would think of her if they really knew what was going on. Another part was thinking 'stuff it; I'm old enough to make my own decisions.' Alana caught the bus to Connor's house, no, mansion. She announced herself at the intercom at the driveway and had the gates open electronically for her. She shook her head at the way people with money live. Connor greeted her at the door and introduced her to his mother. Mrs Montrose was warm and friendly, unlike some of these society mothers she'd seen at school events. She welcomed Alana and even thanked her for being such a good influence on her son. Connor and Alana settled around the big desk in the study and started working on their power point presentation. Alana didn't own a laptop and she was grateful that Connor had access to such resources. It made their presentation much more professional. Connor couldn't stop looking at her. It was the first time he'd seen her without her uniform and he was rewarded with the most amazing curves he'd ever seen. She was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a stretchy tank that was a dark green. It set off her amber eyes and chocolate hair. His hands itched to touch her and his cock wanted to do more than that. He was going to go crazy sitting here next to this gorgeous creature. How could the guys at school think she was pretty but plain, he wondered. Then he realized none of them had seen that killer body. He didn't think he liked the idea of other guys looking at her. Sure some of the guys at school had become friendlier towards her at his encouragement but she didn't seem to show any preference. At least he didn't think she did. He gave himself a mental shake and brought his attention back to the task at hand. Alana and Connor worked all through the afternoon. She even stayed for dinner after a quick call home. Finally they finished around 9 pm and it was dark out. Alana went to say her good byes to Mrs Montrose. "Thank-you for the lovely dinner Mrs. Montrose and thank-you for having me over." She said. 'It was a pleasure dear, now you be careful driving home." Mrs Montrose said warmly. "Um, I'm catching the bus." Alana said somewhat embarrassed. "No you are not!" Mrs. Montrose exclaimed. "Connor, you will not let this young lady roam the streets at night. You will drive her home." She said firmly to her son. "I was going to anyway Mom. Alana you can call your parents on your cell on the way home." He said. Alana was blushing beet red as they both looked at her questioningly. "I don't have a cell phone." She said barely above a whisper. Alana was mortified. Normally it didn't bother her that she wasn't as well off as some. But it was embarrassing having that thrown out there in front of Connor and his mother. "Oh, no problem sweetheart." Mrs Montrose exclaimed. "Connor go and get Alana a new phone." She instructed. "Oh please Mrs. Montrose, I couldn't ... I can't accept ..." Alana stammered her face now flaming. "Don't be silly dear. What's the point running a telecommunication company if you can't share the small perks. Don't worry, we'll set you up on a comprehensive plan and take care of it for a year." Mrs. Montrose explained. She silenced Alana's protests and made sure the phone was adequate before sending them off. "Your mom is really nice. She shouldn't have done that with the phone. It was too much." Alana said when they were in the car. "Yeah, I'm lucky my parents are pretty cool. Besides now I can call you any time I want to." He said as he grinned. Alana smiled as he droved her home. At her house he leaned over and kissed her. It was a gentle, tender kiss. It was the sort of kiss you give someone after a first date. "I've been dying to do that all night." He said smiling. Alana couldn't speak she just nodded and bolted out of the car. Her brain was a mess of conflicting thoughts. She was attracted to him, definitely. He was fun and great to be with, check. She couldn't get him out of her head, tick. Too much to think about she thought and flopped onto her bed. Sleep was a long time coming as she tried to sort out her emotions. The following day was a Wednesday and Connor was tired from a lack of sleep the night before. He too was trying to figure out everything that was going on in his head. He and Alana managed to pull off an exceptional presentation for Chemistry that had practically the whole class interested. Mrs. Baldwin was very impressed and indicated that they could possibly be receiving top marks. Alana was thrilled. She enjoyed being rewarded for her hard work. She wasn't sure how she felt about going to their usual fourth period spare. Being in the archives melted all questions away as he kissed her and stroked the wetness between her legs. God he made her feel so good. His lips left hers and started to travel along her neck sucking on a sweet spot behind her ear. He lowered himself further until he was kneeling between her legs his face inches from her streaming pussy. "What are you doing?" she panted. "Shhh." He whispered and proceeded to lick her in one long stroke. He then went about doing with his tongue what his fingers had been doing. These were new sensations for Alana. His tongue felt different, softer than his fingers. It was driving her crazy. He slipped his hands under her dress and ran them up her torso. Alana moaned and arched against his touch. His hands found her breasts ad caressed them and their hardened nipples as his tongue worked on her swollen clit. Alana came hard trying to pull his head away as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. He kissed her as she regained her breath and she found that she didn't mind tasting herself on him. This seemed to turn him on even more and his cock jerked in her hand. Alana's attention was brought to his long hard cock. She was curious what it would be like to lick it and suck it like she had seen Ms Diaz do on numerous occasions to Mr Crawford. Taking her turn to kneel before him she felt him tense as she took one long lick along his shaft. Connor groaned and she did it again. He gasped as she finally enveloped him in her warm, wet mouth and started to push forward and pull back over and over. Alana tried to get as much of him in as possible but he was just too big. She settled for sucking harder and using her tongue to swirl around the head on each upward stroke. Soon enough he was coming and she finally got to taste him. She swallowed it all and sat back on her chair giggling at the stunned but satisfied look on his face. "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.' She whispered. "Huh?" he said trying to right his clothes. "I hope it was ok, I haven't done that before." She said blushing slightly. "Huh?" he said again. For a smart guy he was sounding pretty dumb at the moment. "I mean I haven't done any of this sort of thing before." She said truly embarrassed now. Connor was shocked. The way she felt when they touched each other and kissed, he would never have guessed that she was so innocent. He definitely believed her, he was just in shock. His brain fatigued from the lack of sleep and the amazing blowjob, his next words came out all wrong. "I find that really surprising." He said and cringed at the look on her face. "What? You think I go around doing this with anyone and everyone. I'm not a slut!" she hissed at him and ran out. Connor stood there in shock. That wasn't what he meant. He meant that she was so amazing; she made him feel so good. He was annoyed at himself for the hurt look in her eyes. He gathered his things and went to find her. Alana was fuming. How could he think that of her? She was hurt and upset. Tears threatened to fall but she held them back through sheer force of will. Unfortunately she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and she tripped on one of the loose paving stones landing painfully on her hands and knees. Picking herself up gingerly she noticed a small cut on her hand but quite a large one on her knee that was beginning to bleed profusely. Groaning she started to limp towards the office block and nurses station. "Hey Alana, what's going on?" she heard as she heard Jason come up beside her. He took one look at her bleeding knee and paled. "Crap, what happened?" He asked concerned. "Fell over." She replied in a strained voice. "Here, let me help." Jason said. He put his arm around her and supported her as she limped along. It was slow going but Alana was grateful for his strength. Connor was wondering where Alana was when he saw her. Her and Jason's arm around her. Furious, he ran up to them. "Get your damn hands off her." He growled as he reached them. Jason mustn't have heard properly. "Hey Connor, Alana hurt-" he started but didn't get to finish. "I said get your hands off her." Connor said and gave Jason a slight shove. "What the hell is your problem? She's hurt. I'm helping!" Jason practically shouted back as he was forced to let go of Alana. The two men were standing toe to toe staring at each other. "Enough!" Rasped Alana. "Connor, back off. Jason, thank you so much for your help but I've got it from here." She said simply but forcefully. Both guys looked at her. "You sure you want to be alone with this jerk?" Jason asked. "Yeah. I think I can handle the jerk. Thanks again." Alana said and watched as Jason nodded and walked away. He was still casting concerned glances their way as she turned to face Connor. "As for you, what the hell was that about?" she growled at Connor. "He had his hands on you." He said angrily. "So?" she spat back. "I didn't like it." Connor barked. "What do you care? As far as you're concerned I'm the town slut. So what is it to you that someone else has their hands on me?" she hissed at him her anger rising. Connor stared at her, her words like a slap in the face. "I don't think that at all. You're my best friend." He blurted out. It was Alana's turn to stare at him in disbelief. "You are!" he insisted. "I talk to you about everything. I love the way you push by boundaries and get me to think about things differently. I even love it when you get on my nerves when I don't agree with you. As for the other stuff, it's beautiful, you're beautiful. No one has turned me on like you do. Best friends and insanely hot together. If that isn't love then I don't want to know what is." Once it was out Connor knew it was true. Alana continued to stare in shock. When had this argument turned into and exploration of their feelings? Regardless, her heart leapt at his words. She couldn't move. Frozen in place she watched him move slowly closer to her. Connor braved her wrath and took her face in his hands. "Alana, I'm crazy about you." He breathed against her lips and then he was kissing her. She was no longer at school; there was no longer any pain in her knee. There was just this. His lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth and her body pressed up against him. She was lost. She thought she heard bells but she didn't have any concept of time and place. They broke from the kiss breathing hard to the giggles and jeers of their classmates. Alana blushed crimson when she realized that the bells were the school bell indicating that the class was over and that they were kissing in front of most of the school. "Aww man! You shoulda just told me she was your girl!" Jason exclaimed as he went passed. Connor gave him a sheepish grin. "Come on. Let's get your knee looked at." Connor said as he put an arm around her and lead her away. Connor was grinning from ear to ear. Alana's mind was still reeling for what he'd said and that kiss. Also from the fact that their relationship had just gone public in a very big way. "Don't you like me, even a little bit?" he asked in a teasing tone. Alana realized that he was waiting. Waiting on her to respond to his declaration. "Connor," she breathed, "I'm crazy about you too." The smile on his face was priceless. He looked like a kid that had just received the best ever present. It touched her to see how much her love please him. Soon they were both grinning like fools as they made their way to the nurse's station. **** Weeks flew passed in bliss. 'I've got the most divine boyfriend in the world. Yes definitely another Bella moment. Except mine isn't dying to drink my blood. Poor Bella.' Alana thought and chuckled to her self. "What are you thinking about?" Connor asked as he watched her smile dreamily. "You. Always you." She breathed. Connor smiled dying to kiss her and frustrated that they were still at school. Their Wednesday trysts had been replaced by study sessions as final exams loomed and the pressure to do well mounted. Surprisingly, Connor and Alana found that they studied well together and were only mildly distracted by other pursuits. With one exam to go they were getting excited about being able to relax and spend more non-study related time together. "So are you coming over tonight?" Connor asked for the hundredth time. "I refuse to answer that question on account of the fact that you are royally pissing me off by asking constantly." Alana snapped knowing that she wouldn't miss spending time with him for the world. Connor smiled as they were ushered into their final exam and he quickly kissed her forehead for luck before any of the teachers could see. Two gruelling hours later they emerged. Everyone was feeling relieved that it was finally over. Cheers and laughter were breaking out and the group was being generally loud. The teachers didn't have the heart to tell them to calm down, fully understanding the need to blow off some steam. Connor drove Alana home and kissed her briefly before heading home himself. "I'll expect you at 7:00pm." He said as he drove off. Alana was drained. She knew her exams went well. She just prayed that it was well enough to get her the scholarship she so desperately wanted. She decided to take a nap before getting ready for the party at Connor's. Alana dressed to impress. The dress wasn't high fashion but suited her perfectly. It was simple, burgundy and clung to every curve. She'd told her parents that she'd be out late partying the end of the school year with her friends. Being eighteen since the beginning of the year meant that she really didn't have to worry about what they thought. But she respected them enough to let them know some of what was happening so they wouldn't worry about her. She arrived at Connor's place on time and was a little surprised at the lack of cars. Connor met her at the door with a brief kiss before escorting her in. "Where is everyone? I though this was a party or am I making a social faux pas by turning up on time?" she wondered. "Well the guest of honour has just arrived." He said smirking knowingly. Alana finally caught on. "There isn't anyone else coming is there? We're alone." She breathed understanding. "You look beautiful." He said as he captured her lips in another gentle kiss. Alana's mind was going a million miles and hour. They were alone in this big house; exams were over, no distractions or excuses. Oh my, the possibilities. "Why Mr. Montrose I do believe you are trying to seduce me." She said as she giggled "Definitely." He purred against her ear causing her stomach to do a little flip. Connor took her hand and walked her to his room. Alana stepped into a very romantic scene filled with soft music and candle light. She turned to him and gave him a questioning look. "What? I wanted it to be special." He whispered. Alana's heart started beating faster as she reached for his shirt. She dragged him to her forcefully and kissed him with blistering passion. Connor was shocked but delighted with her response as he kissed her back. Connor unzipped her dress and helped her wiggled out of it. He also made quick work of her underwear. He let his eyes take in her naked form. "You are so beautiful." He whispered in awe. Alana was initially embarrassed standing there naked in front of a man for the first time. His words and look of love on his face made her feel at ease. Tired of being the only naked she almost attacked him trying to remove his clothes. They fell onto the bed laughing as they kissed. The laughter quickly died down as the passion of their kiss deepened. Connor groaned as he felt his cock pressed against her soft flesh. It took a great amount of self control not to just take her. He was very conscious of the fact that she was a virgin and he wanted to make this good for her. Alana was on fire. Every nerve was alive and making itself known. When he started sucking on her nipples she thought she was going to explode. Her eyes literally rolled back into her head as she arched against him. Connor smiled at her response as he moved lower to taste her. He loved eating her and this time was no different. High School Sweethearts? Connor grasped her thighs as she writhed above him whimpering. She was close, he could sense it. He started furiously working her clit with his tongue until she exploded with a scream. He savoured her juices for a moment before moving up to kiss her. "Oh God, that was so good. I'm so glad no one is home. I was so loud." She breathed brushing. "You can scream all you like. In fact I insist you scream. A lot." He said smiling as he kissed her. Alana wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer. "Now Connor. Make love to me now. Please." She begged arching her hips against him. Connor took the hint and positioned himself at her entrance. "I'll take it slow." He whispered. True to his word he entered her excruciatingly slowly. Alana winced as he was finally fully sheathed in her. Connor tried to hold still but she was so incredibly tight. She breathed hard as the initial pain started to subside. Connor peppered her face with kisses trying to will away her pain. Instead she captured his lips and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Connor groaned as she lifted her hips and squirmed under him. Experimentally he slowly withdrew watching her intently for any sign of discomfort. With the pain gone Alana was able to fully appreciate how full she felt. She lifted her hips again trying to prevent him from withdrawing. Connor aimed for slow and steady pace but failed when she moaned at him to go faster and harder. Alana was burning up from the inside out. She couldn't believe that anything could feel this good. She wrapped her legs around him and held on for dear life as he pounded into her. She could feel another orgasm building and she ground against him each time their pelvises touched. Connor didn't think he could hold out much longer when he felt her squeeze his cock as she screamed in pleasure. He let himself go, tensing as rope after rope of come was released into her. Connor held her close mindful of his weight on her. When their breathing finally returned to normal he slipped off her and headed for the bathroom. Alana was a little surprised at his departure. But she didn't have to wait long. He returned with a wet washcloth and proceeded to gently and lovingly clean her up. "You keep touching me like that and I'm going to have to jump on you again." She teased as he rubbed her sensitive folds. "Are you ok? Are you sore?" he asked concerned. "I'm a little sore but nothing major. Stop worrying and come back to bed." She said holding her arms out to him. Needing no other invitation he joined her hugging her tight to his side. "Thank you. That was incredible." She said into his chest. "No, thank you. I've never been anyone's first and that was so special." He breathed into her hair. "Yeah special. But I'm not sure I'm that good at it yet. But I'm sure willing to put in the hours and hours of practice required." She chuckled. Alana felt his laughter reverberating against her cheek on his chest. It was a wonderful feeling. "Well, just so you know I'm honoured to be your practice partner in this." He retorted in mock seriousness. After a brief moment of laughter and kisses they went back to holding each other contentedly. "Alana, it is going to be so wonderful. I can't wait." He said all smiles. She gave him a puzzled look as he continued. "You don't need to worry about a thing. You'll get into college on a scholarship. I'll get in on my smile. First we'll get a little apartment. There is no way I'm living on campus. We'll finish our degrees with honours and get the absolute best jobs. I figure we work on our careers for a couple of years before we get married. Then of course we'll have to get a bigger place. A house. How many kids do you want? Two? Three? A soccer team? I want at least three. All girls. They'll look like you and definitely have to have your brains. What?" he asked as he saw the look on her face. "You've really thought about this haven't you?" she stammered. "Yep from the moment I first touched you I was a goner. I'm so utterly in love with you that there will never be another girl for me. Just you." He said and waited holding his breath for her reaction. Alana's mind reeled. He wanted her forever. She thought only women fantasised about their futures like that. She let his words sink in and found she wasn't afraid of it. She wasn't even concerned that they were so young. She firmly believed that it was going to work out exactly as he said. "Do I get a say in any of this?" She asked with a small smile. "Yep. You get to decorate the apartment and handle the finances. You're better with numbers than I am. What you don't get a say in is having me in your life." He said firmly. Alana laughed. "And what if I want boys instead of girls?" she asked. Connor pulled a face and they argued good naturedly about the details of their future. As Alana finally dozed off she figured they had a while to figure it all out. A lifetime. Forever. Oops another Bella moment. Oh well Bella got her man in the end, so did she. High School Sweethearts She paused the movie and put the remote down. Sitting up on one elbow, she turned to look at him, smiling nervously. “Is that true Ben?” He wanted to look away from her; he didn’t want to look at this gorgeous girl that was laying next to him in virtually no clothes. He didn’t want to look at her and think about the countless sexual fantasies he’d had that involved her, the amount of times he’d wanted to reach out and touch her hair, to smell her and hold her, to kiss her and touch her curvaceous body. “Ben?” she asked again, impatiently this time. “Er…I’m not sure how I should answer that.” “Honestly.” “Heh, easier said than done, Shell.” He quickly tried to think up something, anything to bullshit his way out of the situation. “Look, how about we just watch the rest of the movie and I’ll give you my answer then.” “No Ben, now, I want to know now.” He sighed and looked away from her. He was ‘stuck between The Rock and a hard case’, shit, even now he was quoting movies. Think damnit, think. What could he say? If he says yes, she’ll know he wants her as more than a friend, if he says no then that means that she’ll think that he finds her ugly...which is clearly not the case, he thought, looking at her. Her breasts were pushed out provocatively, an impatient sultry frown was on her face and the towel wrapped around her middle had drifted apart, her long tanned legs were staring at him and he found it hard not to return that stare. She reached over with a delicate hand and slipped it gently under his chin, raising his line of sight from her legs to her eyes. He blushed and the frown on her face made way for a beatific smile. “C’mon, Ben, don’t you think it’s time we got past this?” She sighed. “Please, just give me a straight and honest answer, in our situation, is Harry speaking for you as well as himself?” He had to hand it to her, Shelly was one damn smart girl. She wasn’t really giving anything away and she was trying to make it as easy on him as possible, using movies as the medium for him to express his feelings. “Yeah,” he said finally, softly, slowly nodding his head. He reached out with a trembling hand and caressed her cheek, he could feel the sweat beginning to slide down his brow and he thanked god that he’d had the insight to use deodorant after they’d finished swimming. “There’s nothing about you that isn’t attractive, Shelly. You’re beautiful.” “Even my nose?” she asked, grinning. “Especially you nose,” he said, grinning back. Still caressing her cheek, she shuffled forwards until both of their bodies were touching, the push of her breasts against his chest made him harden instantly. She slid her left hand up his back and around his neck, gently stroking it. Her face was about an inch away and her eyes were looking directly into his, her sweet breath on his face. “You know, for a guy who watches movies all the time you sure don’t know much.” “Is that right?” he replied. She leaned in and kissed his lips lightly, a peck, the hand stroking his neck slid up his cheek and into his hair. “Yeah,” she said, kissing him lightly again. “This is the moment in the movies where the guy kisses the girl, that long sexy kiss that…” “That…?” “Precedes…” She lightly kissed him again. “Mmm?” Her tongue flicked out and licked his lips. “Sex,” she whispered into his mouth. He slid his hand up the side of her face and cupped the back of her head, never once taking his eyes from hers. Then he pressed his lips against hers and moaned slightly into her mouth, rubbing his body against hers, rocking against it gently. He slid his tongue tentatively out and she did the same, both sucking gently, wrapping their tongues around one another’s, sucking, moaning, their hands all the while running through each other’s hair. He lost himself in the kiss, it was better than any fantasy he’d ever had about it, more vibrant, more tantalizing, sexier and hotter. They had finally gone over the edge, passed the boundary between friendship and lovers and he was trembling with excitement. Sex! Had she said sex!? Not breaking the kiss she shoved her body against his and pushed him over onto his back, she slid her tongue back into her mouth and began kissing his lips lightly again, giving him small pecks. She climbed on top of him and pressed her crotch against his, her hair was hanging down all around his face and she resumed tongue kissing him, they both became more feverish, more needy, his hands slid through her hair and round to her back, caressing her bare skin. She was grinding her crotch into his erection and he grinded back, he’d been hard all day and it felt incredible to have this contact. “Wait,” he said, breaking the kiss. His breath was heavy and his chest was rising up and down in rapid movements. “What?” she asked, still straddling his hips and grinding herself against him lightly. She started to rub his chest tantalizingly, suggestively. He grabbed her hands and stopped her. “This…This is going way too fast.” She dropped her face down close to his and stopped rubbing against him, her radiant smile never faltering. “No honey, the last couple of years have been going way too slow, we’re just making up for lost time.” “Honey?” “Hey, I wanted to try it out now that I can, you have a problem with that, mister?” He grinned at her. Maybe she was right, in the past couple of years there’d been a fair amount of sexual tension between them, would it be so bad if they caught up the time they’d lost? Besides, he’d tried to be a gentleman and she’d dismissed him, it was her show and who was he to interfere? Then his face dropped when he suddenly realised that he had no protection. “What’s the matter?” “Oh…I just realised that I have no...um…I have no condoms.” His face went bright red when he said it, damnit, why hadn’t he thought about that long ago? “That doesn’t matter.” Then she rubbed her breasts against his chest and started to kiss him again, wrapping her tongue around his. She pressed her hands against his neck and closed her eyes, he followed suit and the only sensations were her tongue, her mouth and the sounds of their ragged breathing. When you close your eyes, everything else is amplified, it’s better, clearer and kissing is no exception. He’d never thought that making out with a girl would be so fun, so hot. “Oh god,” he moaned. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?” She stopped kissing him and propped herself up on her elbows on either side of his head. He looked down into her cleavage, which caused his dick to leap in his shorts. “Benji,” she sang in a sing-song voice. He looked up at her face and blushed, then tried to splutter an apology. “Don’t apologise, I’m glad that you like them so much. Anyway, where was I? Oh, we don’t have to worry about safe-sex, I’m on the pill, that’s what.” “You’re on the pill?” “Yup. You see I knew that sooner or later we’d get around to telling each other how we felt, and I knew that you wouldn’t be prepared if this happened. And it did happen, or it will, so you should be thanking me. “Plus, I know that you’re clean in the sex department ‘cause I’ll be the first girl you sleep with.” “So you have it all worked out then, huh,” he said, lightly kissing her on the mouth. “Yup, I must’ve been a girl scout in a previous life.” “A very naughty girl scout,” he retorted. She giggled and began kissing him again. He moved his hands down her bare back and cupped her naked ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them. God, she really did have a cute ass, he started to push his hands down harder, pressing her crotch firmly against his erection. “God you’re hard,” she whispered between kisses. “As if I couldn’t be, sheesh, you’ve been prancing around all day with nothing on, you’re lucky you haven’t given me a heart attack fifty times over.” She laughed and kissed his cheek, then slid her tongue down to his neck and began to nuzzle him, kissing and giggling. For a moment he wondered where her towel had gone, he was squeezing bare skin down there, she must’ve shucked it off when he wasn’t looking. He couldn’t believe how things had progressed, yet it seemed right. It was the telling that had been hardest, from there everything was going to be easy. And good, yes, very good. “Are you worried about what comes next?” he asked. “A little bit I guess, but I’m too damn horny to care about any of that stuff.” “Gee, don’t make it sound too romantic,” he teased. “Oh Ben, I love you, you know that, I’ve loved you for years, but right now more than anything I want to screw you, okay, I’m too antsy and I’ve waited for too damn long to beat around the bush.” He nodded his head vigorously in agreement, no disputing that. She lifted herself up off his body, grabbed his left hand and stood up next to the bed, making him follow suit. They wrapped their arms around one another and shared a long, protracted kiss, he loved kissing her and he was sure that he’d never get tired of it. She broke the kiss and whispered into his ear. “Undo my top.” He gulped and slid his hands up the bare flesh of her back until they met with the strings of her bikini, he plucked at them and felt them loosen. Stepping back, he held his breath as he slid the top down and gazed at the two beautiful breasts staring back at him. They were medium sized but well rounded, her nipples were large and a pale pink while the skin was creamy white, a stark contrast to the tan that covered her body. She was trembling slightly and broke out in gooseflesh, her nipples hardening. “Are you cold,” he asked. “No, just…incredibly turned on.” He moved his hands slowly towards her breasts, cupping them and hefting them against his palms. He squeezed them gently and rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing her to gasp and arch her back. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as he continued to grope her, his cock was straining in his shorts as he played with the twin globes and his mouth watered in anticipation of sucking them. Obviously she’d been as turned on all day as he had, because right then she surprised him by sliding her left hand down between her legs and rubbing at her scantily clad pussy. She blushed at him and smiled when she opened her eyes and saw his shocked look, but kept on rubbing herself. Jesus Christ! What a sight, Shelly, his best friend and life long companion standing in front of him semi-naked and playing with herself, and all that stood between himself and her pussy was a small little bikini bottom. This was a Shelly he’d never seen, although tender and affectionate, he’d never seen her so confident, she was usually a very shy and demure girl. He lowered his head to one of her breasts and began to suck on her nipple, gently tugging at it with his teeth, biting on it lightly. While sucking one breast, he moved his left hand to her other breast and began to squeeze and play with it, pinching the nipple and pulling on it. Shelly was gasping now, moaning with pleasure and delight as he played with her breasts and she rubbed her pussy. The smell of her pussy began to waft up as she continued to play with herself, and he knew that he wouldn’t be far away from being able to look at it, touch it and lick it. With his free hand he began to massage his cock in his shorts, he couldn’t believe how hard it was - it was like stone. His mouth released her breast with a ‘popping’ noise and he brought his face up to hers, both of them smiling, looking into each other’s eyes. It wasn’t just the sex that he was looking forward to; it was having sex with her. He’d dreamt of making love to her for so long that he’d planned the whole thing in his head, how it would go, what it would feel like and what they would do. But love can’t be planned, it sets its own pace and we follow. He’d learnt already that the fantasy was a poor substitute for real life, that his fantasy Shelly was nothing stacked up against the one standing in front of him. “I love you,” he said suddenly, knowing that he’d never find someone as sexy, beautiful and smart as her. She was it, she was the one…she always had been. He felt he had to say it, he owed it to her after all these years of being silent. “Ditto,” she replied. He wasn’t stupid, he caught the meaning of what she meant, it was a reference to the film Ghost. Movies were an integral part of both of their lives, more so for him but she loved using quotes from movies almost as much as he did. He pressed his lips against hers and they shared another kiss, wet and long, lovely. As he kissed her his fingers worked dexterously at removing her bikini bottom until finally he was able to pull it away from her body, then he let it flutter to the floor. He took two steps back so he could admire her entire body. She cocked her head as he appraised her, parting her legs and putting both hands on her hips in a what-do-you-think kind of pose. He gazed between her legs and saw that she had soft, fine blond hair that was trimmed short, resting below was the most gorgeous pussy he’d ever laid eyes on. “I see y-you’re a real blonde,” he stammered. She looked away slightly and blushed, then returned his gaze, her lips shiny and her smile sexy. He couldn’t believe how self-confident she was to be standing totally naked in front of him, wearing nothing but a flirty smile and a sparkle in her eyes. If it were him he’d be a trembling mass of jelly. “So,” she prompted him impatiently, “what do you think?” He walked over and circled her, pressing his erection against her ass and wrapping his arms around her midriff. He smelled her hair and kissed the side of her neck, gently flicking his tongue against her ear. “I think you’re so beautiful it’s a crime.” She rubbed herself back against him, rocking gently. “Now how’s a girl supposed to answer that without going to mush? You sure know how to make a girl feel appreciated, that much I can say.” He slowly slid his hand down her stomach. He felt her stiffen slightly as he hesitantly pressed it between her legs, gently massaging her wet slit and rubbing the tenderest part of her body. Sighing, she relaxed her body against his and went with it. “Letting me touch you like this, god, it certainly makes me feel appreciated,” he whispered into her ear. He slipped a finger up inside her, she was tight and wet, she turned her head and started to kiss him softly, stabbing her tongue against his and sucking on it. She was groaning into his mouth as he began to stroke his finger in and out, rocking her hips gently in time with his hand. He’d never had any sexual experience in his life, but he’d thought about it and seen his fair share of pornographic films often enough to realise that it wasn’t all that hard, what he was learning was that the hard part would be controlling himself, to take things slowly, lingering over every little pleasure as they explored each other and made love for the first time. She turned around and faced him, grabbing his hand and urging it back between her legs. He pushed his finger back up inside her as she slipped her hand inside his shorts and wrapped it around his erection. He groaned as she began to stroke him and they went back to kissing each other, it was so much sexier than he had ever imagined. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” she cooed. “God it’s hard, hmm, I can’t wait until it’s inside me, in my pussy, sliding in and out.” “Ugh,” was all he could say. “You know, I feel like the odd one out, I’m the only one naked, let’s rectify that shall we?” She pulled her hand out of his shorts and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up his body until it got caught under his armpits. He was too busy staring at her face to realise that she couldn’t pull his t-shirt off him. “Raise your arms, silly, I can’t perform miracles you know.” He couldn’t help himself, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again, slowly, wetly, loving the fact that he could kiss her whenever he wished, relishing the feel of her warm creamy skin against his and that her sighs of passion were being uttered for him. She broke the kiss and smiled at him, he wasn’t sure what she was thinking but all he could think was how much he loved her. She tugged at his t-shirt again, this time a little impatient frown on her face. “C’mon, you got a nice long look at me, now it’s my turn, girls like looking at guys just as much you know.” “Sorry, I just had to kiss you, I couldn’t help it.” “You can kiss me all you like when you’re naked,” she said with a kinky smile. He raised his arms and allowed her to slide the shirt over his head, once it was off she threw it away absently and ran her hands over his chest. Because he was a member of the swimming club he had to shave all the hair from his body, so he had a nice smooth chest with no hair on it. He also had a tan that he was proud of, he may regret it in forty years when he got cancer, but for now he liked the all-over tan that he’d worked on and it was suddenly paying off. She crouched down slightly and started to kiss his chest, slowly sliding her tongue out and running it along his warm skin, it felt bizarre because it’d never been done to him before yet it was also incredibly pleasant. He suddenly broke out in gooseflesh and his nipples went hard. “Cold?” she asked, looking up at him with a grin. He laughed. “No…just incredibly turned on.” “Good answer.” “I learnt from the best.” He sighed as she went back to licking him, she made her way down his chest to his stomach, inching closer and closer to the elastic band of his shorts, running her tongue along the edge and stopping, looking at the more than evident bulge near her face. She gazed up into his eyes. “You must be getting pretty hard by now, need a bit of a hand down here?” Shuddering, he managed to nod. She obviously took that as a yes because a second later she pressed her hand against the bulge, massaging it gently, squeezing his hardness. “That better?” she cooed. “Uh huh.” She went back to licking him, sliding her pink tongue along the elastic band of his shorts and then made her way up his chest again, circling her tongue around one of his nipples and then sucking it into her mouth. While her left hand rubbed his cock through his shorts, her other hand slid up his body until it came to his other nipple, she started to pinch it between her thumb and forefinger, gently pulling at it. He groaned loudly and wondered if it’d felt anywhere near as good as this when he’d done it to her, and if so, he understood why she’d reacted the way she had. She pulled her mouth off his nipple and trailed her tongue up to his neck, softly kissing and licking him, he wrapped his arms around her and caressed her bare skin, it was so smooth and warm…so soft. Her hand between his legs felt amazing, just to be touched down there by her, all the rubbing, the licking and the kissing, it was so good that he thought that he had to be dreaming. She pulled her mouth away from his neck and lifted her head up, gazing intensely into his eyes. Her lips were slack and shiny with saliva. He leaned in and flicked his tongue against them, her breath was slightly irregular and warm, then her tongue darted out and slid against his, wrestling with it. She slid her free hand through his hair and pulled his head away gently. “I need to see it,” she said seductively, “I need to see it right now.” “I’m not about to stop you,” he replied thickly. He watched her get down on her knees and he shuddered in anticipation of what was to come, what she was going to do to him. Her fingers curled around the elastic band of his shorts and pulled at them gently, slowly freeing his raging hardon merely inches from her beautiful mouth. Her tongue ran over her lips as she saw it, then she pulled his shorts down his legs and told him to step out of them. It was swinging slightly in front of her face and she tenderly wrapped her left hand around it, he felt himself go crimson as he watched her stroke him slowly. High School Sweethearts She was smiling warmly at him so she mustn’t have been too disappointed with his size. For some reason guys worried about that sort of thing, did women worry about the size of their breasts or whether their pussies were tight or loose? He didn’t know for sure, but he thought that something that shallow could only be worried over by men, not women. His heart started to beat faster as he watched her lean forward and open her mouth, her tongue slid out and licked tentatively at the head, slowly circling her way around then lightly kissing it. He groaned out loud and cupped the back of her head, then she opened her mouth and enveloped an inch of his cock without warning, sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue against the tip. “Oh fuck!” he gasped. She wasn’t sucking lightly, it felt as if she were sucking on him as hard as she could and it felt incredible, he trembled and almost let himself cum in her mouth right then, god knows he’d needed release all day. Luckily a part of him was still thinking rationally, so he quickly grabbed the sides of her head with both hands and pulled her mouth away from his cock, it was left slick and wet, and he watched as she wiped the saliva from her chin with her forearm. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked with a worried look. He grabbed her by the arm and motioned for her to stand, she put a hand to his face and caressed him, her eyes searching his for what she’d done wrong. He laughed shakily and shook his head. “No, Shell, just the opposite, you were doing it so right I almost lost it right there.” “Oh,” she giggled, relief washing over her face, “oops, sorry.” Grabbing her hand in his, he walked her over to the bed and laid her down on her back. He got on the bed and pressed himself up against her, making sure that his cock wasn’t even touching her skin, he didn’t want anything to ruin the night. “Dang, I was just beginning to enjoy that too,” she said. “You think you were…god, it felt incredible, I’ll take a raincheck on that though, okay?” “You can bet on it.” He kissed her and then explained that she had to take it a little slower when she was sucking on him like that, or else she was liable to making him go off way too early. “Okay,” she said smiling, “next time I’ll suck on it so agonisingly slow that you’ll think it’s a new form of torture.” “Oh, is that right?” “Yup,” she said, nodding hear head. Like lightning, his hand darted towards her stomach and he dug his fingers lightly into her, tickling her. She shrieked and grabbed at his hand, her body jerking at his touch. He kept up the tickling for a little while and enjoyed the feeling of her warm body jerking against his, he enjoyed hearing her giggling and laughing, and he loved touching her, it felt right when he was touching her. Finally she went for a different tactic, instead of the defensive she went on the offensive, sliding her body sideways and climbing on top of him, sitting astride his chest. She had leverage so she grabbed at his hands easily and pushed them above his head, although he let her do all of this. “You let me win,” she pouted. “Maybe.” “Now that you did that, I’m really going to suck it slow next time, perhaps even slower.” She leaned down and kissed him softly, running her tongue out against his, still giggling slightly. “There’s only one thing that will make up for all of this and if you do it really well, I promise not to torture you next time I give you head,” she whispered into his ear. “What’s that?” She relinquished her hold on his hands and climbed off him, laying down next to him again and opening her legs up wide, running a hand over her slit. “If you eat my pussy.” Smiling, he slid his body on top of hers and kissed her. “If I have to, I have to,” he said between kisses, “I’ve only dreamt about doing it for years.” “Then you better get to it then, huh?” He nodded and began to move down her body, kissing the hollow of her throat and licking his way down to her breasts, lingering, sucking first on one of her large, pale pink nipples and then on the other, chewing lightly on them, nipping them. “Oh, Ben, mmm, that feels so good.” Her eyes were closed and she was panting slightly, her chest was beginning to rise and fall as he continued to suck and lick at her breasts. He gave each nipple one last kiss and then traced a line of kisses down to her stomach, flicking his tongue into her navel, then licking the rest of the way to that sweet junction between her thighs. It was the first time he’d seen a real, live pussy and he wanted to remember it. She spread her legs open wider for him, he looked back at her face and saw she was gazing down at him, her cheeks tinted red, and then he returned his gaze to what was between her legs. He leaned in close and took a long smell of it, oh god, it was a scent he could easily picture himself waking up to every day. Her hips were shaking slightly in anticipation and she was clearly wet, but he gazed a moment longer at it, it was cleanly shaven around the lips and only a small tuft of blond hair remained, obviously trimmed short due to the size of her bikini. Her lips were pale and puffy, it was the most gorgeous pussy he’d ever seen. “Ben,” she sighed impatiently, her hips trembling, “don’t just look at it, eat it.” He poked his tongue out and licked the outside, going all the way around and making sure he missed her clit, making small kisses and all the while breathing her lovely scent in. She started to squirm so he planted his hands on her legs to stop her, then continued to lick all the way around her pussy again, tormenting her, teasing her, and it was driving her nuts. “You bastard,” she laughed, “What? Do you want me to beg you to do it?” He thought about it for a second and then decided against it. He gave her slit a big long lick from the bottom to the top, then pressed his hand against her lips and opened her up. He didn’t waste any time, he dove right in and started to suck on her clit for all he was worth. She gave a long satisfied sigh as he pressed two fingers against her dewy opening and slid them into her tight, wet pussy. She began to rock against his hand, moaning for him to stick his fingers into her further, to suck her clit harder. Shelly began emitting small groans of pleasure, squirming around on her back, caressing her breasts and her stomach as he licked at her most tender part. She slid a hand down her stomach and grabbed at this wrist, urging him to slide his fingers into her faster, harder. Then she slipped her hand through his tangled hair and down to his face, sliding her fingernails against his skin and caressing him. His cock was screaming, begging to be touched as he was touching her. “Oh Jesus,” she groaned, as she began to hump his face and hand. Then she really started to enjoy it, writhing and gasping, making noises that he’d never heard before, and he loved them, because he was the cause of these guttural sounds. She began to get sopping wet as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her tight pussy, and all the while he kept on sucking, never letting up. “Omigod, omigod, omigod,” she began to chant, thrusting her hips up against his face and screaming for him to keep going, that she was almost there. She gripped his head with both hands and grinded him against her crotch, fucking his face, and then she suddenly snapped and started to shudder uncontrollably. Her grip on his head began to loosen and the wild bucking of her hips slowed to a gentle rock, she was sighing contentedly, swallowing fast, her chest rising and falling with each intake of breath. “Oh shit,” she moaned, then laughed shakily. His fingers began to slide in and out of her slower, they were slick with her juices and his tongue was sore from being ground against her so hard, but he didn’t mind, it was a small price to pay to make her cum. As she coasted down from her orgasm he removed his fingers from her, stopped sucking and pulled his mouth away. He climbed up her body and collapsed next to her, licking his lips. Her hair was in disarray and a sheen of sweat covered her face. It was clear that she hadn’t faked it, she’d loved every second of it. She wrapped her arms around him lovingly and began to kiss his face, his lips, his eyes, everywhere. She blew a stream of air over his face as she tried to catch her breath. “Is there something you wanna tell me, Ben?” “What?” he asked quizzically. “Who taught you to eat pussy like that? Jesus Christ, you’re a natural.” He laughed nervously and smiled at her, he was just glad that he was of service. He almost said it but he knew how cheesy it would sound, so he kept his trap shut. He slid a hand over her breasts and squeezed them, then allowed it to travel back down to rub her pussy. It was sticky with sweat and saliva and it began to make a juicy squelching sound; they both looked at each other and laughed. “That was incredible though, it was amazing…phew,” she said, blowing another stream of air at his face as she finally stopped shaking, stopped trembling. Suddenly she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him on top of her, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him wetly. He closed his eyes and went with it, savouring the feeling of her warm body rising and falling, still catching her breath. Oh he could definitely get used to this, being intimate with her, touching her, god he loved her. His cock began to rub against her opening, slipping and sliding against her juices and it was driving him insane. He wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in his entire life; nothing else mattered more than right here, right now. “I can’t take it,” she said, breaking the kiss and looking into his eyes, “I need you to put it in me now, please, please make love to me.” He brought a hand up and caressed her face, brushed slivers of her hair out of her eyes and smiled down at her. He kissed her lightly on the lips and then moved his hand down to his cock, grabbing it and rubbing it up and down against her slit, but not putting it in her. “C’mon, quit teasing me and put it in me already, I need it, I’ve needed it for years, please don’t make me wait any longer,” she moaned. He began to shake as he pushed it at her opening and found that it was even tighter than he’d expected, he trembled as the tip slipped in, he rocked back and forth slightly, and then pushed more of it into her moist hole. They were both moaning out loud, he began to inch more and more in, he wanted all of it in there but she was incredibly tight and he didn’t want to hurt her. Her legs suddenly wrapped around his ass and her arms around his neck, using them as leverage she pulled his cock all the way inside her, deep down into the depths of her pussy. “Oh god,” he groaned softly. “Goodbye virginity,” she sighed almost imperceptibly, probably to herself. All of a sudden he realised two things. One was that her hymen had been broken already, most likely while masturbating, and two, he hadn’t even consciously thought about that at all, the fact that he was losing his virginity. It hadn’t really mattered. He lay atop of her, completely inside her and loving every minute of it. It was so warm and moist and tight, he started to shudder uncontrollably, he couldn’t believe that he and Shelly were finally doing it. She sighed gently into his ear and lay underneath him patiently, allowing him to savour the moment. “God I love you,” she whispered. “I love you too, I love you more than you’ll ever know.” “Good, then how about you show your love and start fucking me right now, this second, ‘cause if I don’t get fucked I might just go crazy.” “We can’t have that, can we?” “No, so you better just do it then.” He shook his head and sighed, as if the task before him was going to be one of great inconvenience. “The things I do for love,” he said. They both grinned at each other and kissed. Then he pulled his cock out of her until just the tip was embedded and thrust it all the way back in, he started to do as he was told, he was fucking her. They started out at a nice, gentle pace that they both got into the rhythm of, all he could hear were their soft murmurs and sighs, and the continual sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “Harder,” she groaned, “Fuck me harder.” Their sighs of passion grew louder as he obliged her, the slapping of their flesh accelerating. All of a sudden it hit him that he was making love to his best friend, the reality of what they were doing hit him like a freight train. They were making love, here, on his bed. It wasn’t someone he was watching in a movie, it wasn’t a fantasy, Shelly was really here and pinned underneath him, and it was really his cock that she was begging for, gasping for him to do her harder and to make her cum. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, but he wasn’t doing it too hard to cause either of them discomfort, it was a nice fast pace that would allow him to last at least a couple more minutes, but really, he wished that he could go on forever. She was gripping him even tighter with her legs and she pulled his face down to hers, mashing her mouth against his and moaning as she slid her tongue in and kissed him. It was feverish and intense, a kiss of need and want, and his cock was straining now, so engorged that he thought he’d blow his wad right then. Somehow he managed to hold on, barely. Her hips began to buck wildly and she was grunting into his mouth, their tongues still tangled. He pulled his head away from hers and looked down at her, she just stared right back and smiled a dreamy smile as he continued to thrust into her, pounding against her. He began to tremble as she brought a hand up to his face, touching him lovingly. And then he lost it. Her touch was what had did it to him, watching her smile at him like that while she caressed his face. “Oh…god!” he sighed, shuddering as he erupted inside her. He didn’t stop thrusting though, he wanted to get her off too, so he continued to shove in and out of her, thrusting as his warm sticky cum spurted deep into her. A moment later she clamped her teeth down on his shoulder as she went over the edge and had her second orgasm, moaning and shuddering violently beneath him. He stopped thrusting but his cock kept shooting, kept pumping sperm into her. He collapsed on top of her, sighing and kissing her cheek. She was still shaking beneath him, being wracked with jolts and tremors, the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. She just lay there, moaning and smiling, looking at him as if he were an oasis in a desert. He suspected that he was giving her pretty much the same look, he didn’t think that he could ever express quite how he felt at that moment, words wouldn’t do him or what had just occurred justice. Her body was warm and slightly slick with sweat, she was slippery in his arms and he didn’t mind, the house could crash around him and he wouldn’t mind. Her legs disentangled themselves from around his middle and dropped to the bed, but he didn’t pull out of her just yet, he didn’t think he had the energy to. They just sat there for a minute looking at one another, both of them seeming to come to their senses about what had just transpired, they hadn’t even thought about it, they’d just acted on instinct and impulses. “Whoa, shit,” he said at last. She nodded her head and blinked rapidly. “That would be an understatement and a half.” Her hand was still stroking the side of his face as she pressed her mouth against his and kissed him, a nice slow kiss, gentle stabs of the tongue and soft moans. Then she stopped and looked into his eyes. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t wait until the end of the movie for your answer?” He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Just slightly,” he replied. Finally he climbed off her and instantly missed the sensation of her pussy clamped around his cock. He lay down next to her and propped himself up on his right arm, gazing down at her beautiful face and body. He still couldn’t believe what they just did, that a girl as gorgeous as Shelly wanted him, wanted his body, loved him! He knew she did and he believed her, but it still had a touch of unreality to it. Her post-sex look was incredibly sexy, her face and neck were slick with sweat, her long blonde hair was dishevelled and her big brown eyes were expressive, hiding nothing. She was completely comfortable laying there in full view with her legs spread invitingly, and she had this irresistible I-just-got-fucked-and-loved-it smile on her face. She was glowing, she was beautiful. He looked away from her for a moment and spotted the remote control on the floor, and for the first time noticed that When Harry Met Sally was still paused on the screen, the remote must’ve been kicked off at some stage and he hadn’t been aware of it. He rolled off the bed and onto the floor, picking the remote up and turning the television off. Then he threw the remote on the bedside dresser, jumped back on the bed next to Shelly and snuggled up against her. “Mmm,” she said, closing her eyes, “I could definitely get used to this.” “I just can’t believe it’s happened, that you’re here, in my bed.” She opened her eyes and smiled, reached out and wrapped her arms around him. “You better believe it mister.” “Or else?” he teased. “Or else I guess I’ll have to make love to you as often as I can until you do believe it.” “I have a feeling that you’re going to have your work cut out for you then, I think it’ll take a lot to convince me properly.” He leaned over and began to rub her sopping wet pussy, running his fingers between the folds of flesh while she reached over and wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock, stroking and tugging at it, trying to get him hard again. “Ben honey, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”