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Brandee's Move Ch. 01

By: Lynne84



My freshman year in high school had been a hard one.  I was new to my town and to make things harder, I had become a faceless student in a school of three thousand other people.  By my senior year, however, I had made plenty of friends and I was vice president of the student body.  I started my last year of high school confidently; my head held high.  That is why it came as such a shock the night after my eighteenth birthday.  Both of my parents came into the living room as I was watching television, curled up under a fleece blanket.  Their expressions made me nervous.  I felt tiny hairs bristling on the nape of my neck.  I glanced from one to the other, trying to size up their thoughts.  To my dismay, it didn’t work.  I sat up straight on the sofa and let the blanket drop to my lap.

“What?” I asked anxiously.  “What’s wrong?”

“Now honey,” my father began, “your mother and I have something we need to tell you.  We didn’t want to worry you before your birthday had come, but we have to talk.”

“You may be upset,” said my mother, “but we will try to make this work.  We promise.”

“Make what work?” I asked confusedly.  “Stop talking in circles.  What are you trying to say.”

“We’re moving, Brandee,” my father blurted.  “To Minnesota.”  

My mouth flapped open and closed like a fish out of water.  All of the words that I tried to form seemed to evaporate into thin air before they even had a chance to touch my lips.  I stared at the coffee table in front of me and said nothing for what seemed like hours.  Without so much as another word, my parents silently slipped from the room.  I curled up in bed that night and cried.  I had no idea what things would be like in my new school.  All I could imagine was my freshman year all over again.  Before I knew it, my pain slid away slowly as I fell into a deep sleep.  

A week later found me driving my Jetta to my new high school for my first day.  We were out in the middle of nowhere.  This place could not have been any more opposite of my hometown in Boston.  Instead of three thousand people in my school, there were only three hundred.  To me, moving to Minnesota was a culture shock.  I drove for miles without seeing another car and to either side of me were rows upon rows of naked shivering trees.

I felt a sort of betrayal by my parents for making me move here in the middle of December.  The Christmas countdown was down to nine days.  I would only have one full week of classes before school let out for the holiday break.  There was no way I would be able to make friends in that amount of time.  All I could think was that the holidays were going to be lonely this year.  I was accustomed to spending them with family and friends.  This year it would just be family.  

The near future abated quickly from my mind as I pulled into a parking space.  The butterflies that had been fluttering about my stomach for the last fifteen minutes suddenly seemed to grow wings the size of hawks and threatened to come up and make an appearance.  I settled my stomach as best I could and walked briskly into the school, unsuccessfully trying to escape the biting cold.  The lobby was buzzing with activity and it seemed like all three hundred students were milling around the office.  

“For a tiny hick-ville school, it’s pretty hard to get anywhere,” I thought, getting caught between people every step I took.

I gently pushed my way past the other students until I was at the receptionist’s desk.  No one was behind the desk, so I stood waiting patiently for an administrator to come.  I waited for about five minutes when I heard a voice from behind me.  

“Brandee Santos?” the smooth male voice asked.

I turned to face whomever it was that had spoken to me.  A good three or four inches taller than my five foot ten, I faced a young man who seemed to be around my age.  I smiled nervously, immediately entranced by his emerald green eyes and friendly, warm smile.  Long lashes lapped gently at his high cheekbones whenever he blinked.  He had a beautiful copper toned face and a well-trimmed goatee that rested upon a strong mandible.  Carelessly spiked, dark brown hair accentuated his look.  He was well dressed with a loose black sweater and a pair of khaki cargo pants.  I drank in the sight of him and thought I would faint just from being in his presence.

“Y-y-yes, that’s me,” I managed to stammer.  I then gave him a quizzical look.  “How did you know my name?” 

“Seems I’ve forgotten my manners," he chuckled softly.  He immediately outstretched a strong large hand to me.  “I’m Alex Harrington.  President of the student body.  I’m here to show you around and help you get acquainted a little better.”

I reached out and shook his hand gently, resting only my fingers in his palm.  His hand was so big, I thought it could easily crush my own.  His palm was warm, dry, and unexpectedly soft. The heat emanating from his hand traveled down my fingertips and up to my cheeks.  I managed to smile back at this modern day Adonis who was standing right in front of me.  

“Do you have everything?” he inquired.  

“Yes, um, I think so,” I said.  I made one last look around me to make sure I had gathered everything I would need.  He put his hand on my lower back and escorted me from the office.

“All right then, let’s get the tour started, shall we?” 

I followed the guide of his hand and I smiled.  Something about the feeling of his hand on my back just spread warmth through my entire body.  As we continued to walk, I could feel my face becoming increasingly flushed.  It was getting too warm for me so I brought my hands to the front of my pea coat and began unbuttoning it.  Disappointedly, I felt Alex remove his hand from my back.  I tried not to let on that I had been enjoying it so much.  Afterall, I had known the boy not even five minutes.  As I slipped the pea coat from my shoulders, Alex gently took it from me.

“Oh, no, I’ll take that,” I said, reaching for it and smiling.

“Nonsense,” he replied.  “I’ve got it.”  He placed his right hand on my shoulder and smiled warmly.  I eased in next to him a little closer and I felt his hand move first to the middle of my shoulders, then slowly down to its previous position.  I let out a barely audible but contented sigh as he walked me to our first stop.  The auditorium.  

Alex opened the door for me and led me down the carpeted isle.  A man named Mr. Kline sat in the first row, milling over a stack of papers, the tip of a pen placed curiously in between his lips.  The stage lights reflected sharply off his balding scalp.  

“Excuse me, Mr. Kline,” Alex interrupted.  The man placed his paperwork to the side and, over his glasses, cast a quick look at Alex and me.  I smiled as nicely as I could.  “This is Brandee Santos, our new student.  She just moved here from Boston.”  I shot a sidelong glance to Alex.  How did he know all of these things about me already?

A grin slowly spread over Mr. Kline’s face.  “Well, Brandee,” he began, “welcome to Canton High School.  It’s nice to meet you.”  

“Likewise,” I reciprocated.  I looked in awe upon the auditorium.  This tiny school had a very modern electronics system for their stage productions.  I whistled softly.

“Like what you see?” asked Mr. Kline.  “It’s state-of-the-art.”

“You’re not kidding,” I said, still in awe.  “Our school had nothing like this back home.  And we are in a huge city with a fairly good reputation for the performing arts.  This is probably the most advanced technical equipment I’ve ever seen used in amateur settings.  I’m impressed!”

Mr. Kline’s grin spread from ear to ear.  “Ah, an aficionado of the arts!  Tell me, Brandee, do you act?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I was leading lady in all six plays back at my old school.  I’m hoping to go to a performing arts school back in Boston after I graduate.  Then, of course, it’s out to California to pursue my dream.”  My mind began to wander to fantasies of my future life, my fame, and my fortune.  Alex’s hands on my shoulders quickly stirred me out of my just beginning fantasy.  He stood behind me, his face so close I could barely feel his downy breath cascading past my cheek.  

“You know, Brandee, we’ve been conducting auditions for this last week for the upcoming spring play.  Would you be interested in auditioning?  We still haven’t filled the role of Emma, our leading lady.”

It was my turn to grin from ear to ear.  “I would love that!  When can I try out?” I asked eagerly.

“Right now!” he replied just as enthusiastically.  “I’ll have Alex, here, read lines with you.  I have just cast him as our Jean.”  He held up the top paper to prove his previous statement.  Alex gave a quick squeeze to my shoulders and laughed half-excitedly.  He reached forward to shake Mr. Kline’s hand.

“Wow, Mr. Kline.  I don’t know what to say except, well, thank you!” Alex said, beaming.

“Well you two, get up on stage and I’ll call out a prompt.  There aren’t any scripts, Brandee, so you will do this impromptu.  Just flow with it.”  Alex grabbed my hand and quickly ascended the steps to center stage.  “Okay.  The time frame is the present.  Brandee and Alex, you two are long time lovers but Brandee has just found out that she must move far, far away.  You’ll never see one another again.  I want to see – no, feel the passion between you.  All right.  Begin scene.”

I looked up slightly into Alex’s green eyes.  I began to get nervous.  My mouth was slightly agape and I couldn’t force a word out.  He looked down, grasped my hands gently and ran his thumbs over the backs of my hands.  

“It’s okay,” he whispered.  “You’ll be fine.”  

I closed my lips and swallowed hard.  With a squeeze of his hands, I began.

“Alex, we must talk.  About us.”

“I’m listening,” he replied.

Alex brought his hand up to my face and let the pad of his thumb trace my cheekbone.  Instinctively I placed my hand upon his, closed my eyes, and rolled my head just far enough to kiss his gentle fingers.  When looked back at him, he was gazing at me through half-closed eyes, a smile tugging tenderly at the corners of his soft, supple lips.  I moaned quietly, his touch transforming my body into jelly.  I felt like I was falling in love with a boy I had just met.  

“This is hard,” I told him, “and I don’t want to hurt you.  So please, bear with me.”

“Nothing you can say or do would ever hurt me.  You’re not capable of that.  I can see it in your eyes.”

I looked into his eyes and he looked back into mine earnestly.  I spun from him and looked away at the opposite side of the auditorium.  I was breathing hard; the intensity of our acting was getting to me.

“You don’t understand,” I said, tears suddenly apparent in my voice.  I wasn’t sad or extremely happy, so why was I crying?  I surprised myself with the level of emotion that was surging through my body.  “I have to leave you!  We’ll never see each other again!”

He took a step toward me and put his hands upon my waist, spinning me around and pulling me in tight to his chest.  My breasts pushed into him and I became nervous thinking that he might be able to feel my nipples protruding from beneath my shirt.  His hands applied a wonderful pressure to my hips that made my knees go week and the bottom of my belly tingle.  He was getting me aroused!  He reached up to swipe a tear from my eye as he snaked his other hand to my lower back and pulled me closer.  My breathing quickened.  My pelvis was mashed against his and although I had never felt or even seen a man’s hardened sex I knew that was exactly what I felt growing between Alex’s legs.  I could feel my own begin to get wetter, my panties getting more soaked by the second.  

He hadn’t said anything but I felt the need to reply.

“Oh, Alex,” I said in no more than a whisper.  “Oh, I don’t want to leave you.  But I must, I must leave.  Can you not understand that?  My parents are moving and I have to go with them.  Thousands of miles away.  Just let me go.  It will be easier this way.”

His grip lessened and I began to slowly push away from him.  

“Wait,” he said, catching my hands and pulling them to his shoulders.  “Please, Brandee, just one last kiss.  That’s all I want.” 

“I should just go…”

“Please,” he said huskily, his voice urgent.

No more words were said.  He captured my face within his hands and pulled it toward his slowly, gently.  I closed my eyes as I felt my lips brush his.  He pushed the kiss no further.  His lips simply rested on mine.  He was so soft and sweet.  We stayed that way for about ten seconds and I finally pulled away, breathless.  I turned, head down, and walked to the edge of the stage.  Mr. Kline, whom I had nearly forgotten was watching it, stood up, beginning the cliché slow clap.  

“End scene!” he exclaimed.  “That was fantastic!  Wonderful!  I’ve found my new Emma!”

I turned to him awkwardly, trying to smile, wiping away the mysterious tears.  

“Thank you, Mr. Kline.  Thank you so much.  I can’t wait for rehearsals.  Thank you!”

Alex walked over to me and placed an arm around my shoulders.  “Congratulations…Emma.”

Brandee's Move Ch. 02



Mr. Kline came up to me and took my hand in both of his. “Brandee, you are by far the most talented actress that has ever graced my stage. And you’re beautiful to boot! From now on when I think of ‘Emma’, I will imagine a tall, slender goddess with dark brown hair that curls all the way to the middle of her back and a tan angelic face with big, dark eyes framed by the longest, most beautiful eyelashes. You, my dear, are the paragon of perfection!”

I could feel my face flush a deep crimson as he rattled off this description. I knew he was exaggerating but I couldn’t help but look over at Alex and take in his reaction. He just stood there, arm still about me, smiling and nodding to Mr. Kline’s every word. It only embarrassed me more. 

“Well, Mr. Kline,” Alex said, “We have to get going. I still have to give Brandee a tour of the rest of the building.” 

“Ah, I understand. Well, don’t forget. We start rehearsals tomorrow at two-fifteen sharp.”

Alex moved his hand down to the small of my back and gave me a nudge to move forward. I walked ahead of his hand, a little uncomfortable because of the strange intimacy that we had shared during my audition. I went down the steps to the chair where I had left my bag and coat before ascending the stairs to the stage. I picked the two up, once again thanked Mr. Kline and began walking up the isle toward the door. Alex jogged up behind me and gently tugged at my coat.

“Let me take that for you,” he said smiling. Quizzically I looked at him but let my coat slide from my arm. I noticed that his face was pink and he looked like he was a little overheated. I cast a curious glance down to his khakis and noticed the slight bulge on the loose material. My pea coat was suddenly blocking my view and I looked up at Alex, a little embarrassed. He had caught me looking at his erection and he was just as red faced as I was. “Down to the science labs,” he said exhaling. 

Alex led me throughout the school, introducing me to my teachers and even introducing me to some of his friends. Whether consciously or unconsciously, he pulled me in closer to his side as we walked. He would direct with his right hand, pea coat still resting on his arm, while his left slowly made its way across my back to my hip, where it rested for the remainder of the tour. Something about him kept me intoxicated and it felt as if I was walking on air as I rested in the crook of his arm. As we walked the halls alone between class periods, I went so far as to rest my head against his shoulder and we seemed to meld into one. As the end of the day fell upon us, I suddenly felt embarrassed to have been hanging on to some boy I really didn’t know. I stepped away from him and stood with my eyes downcast. He fidgeted across from me and I could tell that I had made him uncomfortable as well.

“You know, a bunch of us are going to get something to eat after school, if you want to go. I know you don’t really know anyone and I thought it would be cool to have you hang out with us. That is, if you want to go, and all,” Alex said to me. I lifted my chin and smiled at him.

“I’d, uh, like that. What time are you going?” I looked at my watch. It was ten ‘til two. 

“Around two-thirty. Need a ride?” 

I was about to tell him I didn’t and that I had a car. In fact, it was outside right then. I decided against it. There was something about him that made me want to be with him whenever I could.

“Uh, yeah, I could use a ride,” I said with a smile. “I mean, I have a car and everything, but my mother has to borrow it after I get home.” 

He smiled at me with a perfect, pearly smile.

“Great. I’ll pick you up a little before two-thirty. What’s your number so I can call to get directions?” I wrote my number on a small piece of paper and stuck it in his hand, his finger caressing mine as I pulled away. I smiled. 

“I’ll, uh, talk to you soon. I’ve got to go for now,” I said. I turned to leave. The bitter cold was waiting for me as I opened the doors to the outside. 

Damn Minnesota winters, I thought, walking to the car. Couldn’t get warm if I lit a fire under my ass.

I arrived home about five after two. No one was in sight. My parents were still at work. I set down my bag and undid my coat. Not thirty seconds after I had walked in the house my phone rang. My heart leapt. I hoped it was Alex.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is Brandee home?” It was Alex.

“This is Brandee.”

“Oh, hey,” he said. I swear I could hear him smile. “It’s Alex.”

I pretended not to know that it was him on the line.

“Oh, hey Alex! I didn’t even recognize your voice.” Lie. 

He laughed softly. “I was just calling to get directions to your house. I know the area pretty well. What’s your address?”

“Fifty-two Jameson Road,” I told him. There was a silence.

“Are you kidding?” he asked.

“No, why would I be kidding?” I asked. 

“Go to your front window.”

I did as I was told and pulled back the heavy drapes that covered the window. Diagonally from my house I saw someone waving from a window. At forty-nine Jameson Road was Alex Harrington. I began to laugh.

“What are the odds of that?!” he asked in exclamation. I didn’t reply. I just continued to smile and laugh as a wave of happiness ebbed through me. The next thing I knew I heard dial tone and a knock at my front door.  I opened it to see Alex beaming. “Mind if I come in?”

I opened it and ushered him in. He walked into the living area and stood, looking around. As if reading his mind I said, “Would you like a tour of the house?”

He smiled and nodded. “Sure, we have about ten or twenty minutes to kill. I’d love to see the rest of your place.”

I guided him around the downstairs, showing him the office, dining room, kitchen and mud room. 

“And now for the rest.” I motioned toward the stairs and we walked up to the hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. “This is my parents room,” I told him, motioning to my left. The bedroom was by far the biggest in the house and they had their own bathroom attached with private access. “This is the guest room. Across the hall here is the bathroom and next to it is my bedroom.” I opened the door, revealing my sacred room. I was the only one who had been inside. I walked in just past the threshold and waved my arm around. I quickly spotted a thong hanging out of my dresser drawer and I tried to turn around and close the door before Alex could see it. I smacked right into Alex’s chest, his smiling mouth less than an inch from mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist gently; the presence of his hands barely known on my back. My arms were bent, hands resting upon his chest. My breath quickened almost immediately. I knew what was coming. I looked into Alex’s eyes and his lips touched mine. The kiss was as soft as it had been at my audition. I closed my eyes and pushed back upon his lips. My arms went up around his neck and he pulled me in a little closer. 

We stayed that way for some time, just getting used to the feeling of the other. Finally, I parted my lips enough to let the tip of my tongue slip through. Alex responded in turn, his tongue coming out to meet mine. He explored my lips, tongue and mouth slowly, caressing everything with the utmost tenderness. I backed up slowly, pulling him along with me. I felt my bed at the back of my knees and I sank to the mattress. Alex followed, lying down beside me on the bed. 

As we kissed, Alex’s bravado increased and he began to stroke my sides with his fingertips. Inch by inch, his right hand found its way up my oxford. His soft fingertips worked their way up my tummy to the curve of my breast. I moaned quietly against his kiss. He did not move for a while, his palm simply cupping the underside of my breast. I finally felt his thumb move across the cup of my bra, flicking over the erect nipple. I moaned louder and breathed out heavily. Alex moved his hand to my back and fumbled to get the clip undone. He finally released it, however and moved his hand back to its original position. He gave a few gentle squeezes to my D cups and began to play with my nipple. I broke the kiss and threw my head back. 

I moved closer to Alex as he began to nibble at my neck. I positioned his knee between my thighs and slowly began moving against it. He continued playing with my nipple, now squeezing and turning it in his fingers. I stopped moving against his leg as he gave my nipple a pinch. I moaned in ecstasy. I felt his leg start to move as I lay there, rubbing my clit through my pants, picking up where I had left off. I began to pant, my face getting red. Alex continued playing with my breast and kissing upon my neck as he moved against me. The warmth that had been brewing in my belly became a fire and I knew I was close to an orgasm. My arms held on tightly to Alex and I think he sensed it as well. He bit a little flesh by my collarbone, pinched my nipple hard and pushed firmly against my crotch. My eyes flew open and I cried out.

“Oh God, Alex!” I screamed, clutching him as hard as I could. I shuddered against his body, my climax ripping through me. I shook against Alex’s hard body. He held me close to him. “Ohhhhh!” I sobbed against him, my post-orgasm quaking still rocking my body. He let go of my nipple and put both arms around me, hugging me to him. I sighed heavily, trying to catch my breath. He kissed up my jawbone to my earlobe. He nibbled it gently and kissed it.

“Are you all right?” he whispered. I nodded. I couldn’t speak. My mind was racing. I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my life and it was delivered by some boy I had known for less than eight hours. He had never even touched my pussy.

My thighs were pressed against his pelvis and against the rock hard erection that was threatening to bore a hole in his khakis. I reached down and placed my hand upon his bulge. He groaned against my throat as he planted little kisses. I rubbed him slowly, wanting to return the favor he had granted me. I suddenly got scared. What if this led to sex? I wasn’t ready for it. I was still a virgin. I didn’t want to lose my virginity to this stranger. I let go and sat up sharply. He exhaled heavily.

“Alex,” I said, tears welling almost immediately. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I hardly know you. You’re a great guy and you’re really attractive and everything, but this just doesn’t feel right. I feel so ashamed now. I’m sorry. I really am. I’m so sorry.” 

I think it mustered all of his strength to sit up straight. My friends in my old school used to tell me about guys getting blue balls when they were really aroused and didn’t get any release. They told me how much it hurt them. I started to feel guilty for hurting Alex. That was never my intention. I turned to him and he cupped my face in his hands.  “I’m okay,” he said softly, giving me a tiny kiss. It was as if he read my mind.

I looked down and bit my lip. He deserved to feel the way he made me feel. I let my hand trace a tiny path from his chest down to his thigh. This would be as far as it went, I decided. I wouldn’t let it lead to sex. I kissed Alex and waited for him to respond. He placed a hand behind my head and gently drew me into the kiss. I let my hand drift over to his package once more and I began to stroke him outside of his pants. 

“Brandee,” he said hoarsely, breaking the kiss. He took my hand and moved it to the bed. “Don’t do anything you are uncomfortable with. Don’t do anything that you don’t want to do.” I kissed his lips swiftly and backed away enough to look him straight in the eyes.

“I want to,” I whispered. 

“Are you sure?” he asked with slightly labored breathing.

“Yes,” I told him, replacing my hand to its previous position. He moaned softly as I reached the fly to unzip and unbutton his pants. It was painstakingly slow, I could see. His eyes watched me intently. I reached to his waist and lifted the sweater from his torso. I pulled it over his head deftly and discarded it on the floor. He was even more beautiful without his shirt on. I continued to his khakis and boxers, which I pushed down as he lifted off the bed. I dragged them down his muscular legs, which were speckled with dark hairs, all the way to his feet. I removed his shoes and socks gingerly and let my hands find their way back up his legs. He was a copper/olive tone all over. I trailed my fingertips over his sensitive skin, tickling him and giving him goose bumps. I continued all the way up his legs until I got to his upper thighs. I stared at his rock hard cock, resting on his stomach. I placed my hands on his shoulders and guided him back down onto the bed. I surveyed this gorgeous man lying naked in my bed and I thought I would have another orgasm from looking at him. I caressed his upper arms and kneaded his well-formed muscles. I made my way back down to his cock and teased the hair around the base with my fingertips. I reached down further to his scrotum. I cupped is balls gently in my palm and kneaded them as softly as I could. Alex groaned loudly, sounding like he was in agony.

“Oh, God, did I hurt you?” I asked, worried. 

“Ah, Christ, no, no, no,” he said. “God, that felt great, I just don’t know how much more I can take.” 

I reached back down between his legs with my left hand and cupped his balls again. With my right hand I circled the dark head of his penis and dabbed my finger through the pre-cum that had formed. I bit my lip and looked at him. I wanted to know what it tasted like. He watched me intently as I brought my finger to my lips and curiously suckled his cum from the tip of my finger. It was salty, but not unpleasant. I smiled and he groaned loudly. 

“You are so hot, Brandee,” he told me through gritted teeth. I looked back down and saw his cock slightly twitching. I grasped it by the base with my right hand. He moaned. My fingers barely fit all the way around. He was huge. It was hard to tell without an actual measuring tape, but he looked like he was about eight inches long and nearly two inches thick.

“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. “What should I do?”

“Just move your hand up and down. Slowly at first. Ahhh. Just a little tighter. Oh God, yes. Oh shit, Brandee.” 

His eyes had nearly rolled back in his head and he started to slowly thrust his hips toward my hand, grunting. I began fondling his balls a little more, rubbing each one individually. They contracted as he forced his hips upward to meet my hand. His breathing was very labored now and a little droplet of sweat rolled down his temple. 

“Oh, God, Brandee. I’m gonna cum soon. Ahh, get ready.” 

He wrapped his hand around mine and began jerking his cock faster. His body tensed up and I leaned down to my left hand. I suckled one of his balls into my mouth as he cried out and spurted his semen into the air. I felt some of his cum land on my fingers. After his orgasm subsided I sat up and pulled my hand away from his softening penis. I saw the sticky white fluid on my finger and brought it to my lips. I licked it off slowly and then sucked my finger clean. I actually liked the taste. I looked at Alex’s stomach and realized that most of his cum had landed there. I leaned down and cleaned him up silently. I finally reached for his cock where the last bit of sperm was hanging from the nearly flaccid head of his cock. I took his shaft in my head and lapped up every drop. His whole body jerked as I licked at the sensitive head. He now lay back with his eyes closed, his chest heaving. He placed a hand upon the back of my head and stroked my curly brown hair from the top to the bottom. After I had finished I leaned over and snuggled up to his naked body. It was so warm and inviting.

He held me close as he regained his breath and composure. As he opened his eyes, he gave me a kiss on the forehead and stroked my cheek. 

“You’re amazing,” he said, looking into my eyes. I smiled.

“So are you,” I replied dreamily. I looked past his shoulder a moment to the clock that was sitting on my bureau. In red numbers it read 2:47. “Uh, Alex,” I said with a laugh. 

“Yeah?” 

“I think we’re going to be a little late.”



Brandee's Move Ch. 03



"Ah, damn it," he said. Alex pulled on his clothes and tried his best to straighten himself out. His usually messy hairdo was now extra messy and matted in some spots. He smelled of fresh sweat. I could see that he was worried about his friends thinking he would be a no-show. "I'm never late," he said laughing, "but I suppose this is a good enough reason." 

"You're not going to tell them what happened, are you?" I asked nervously while clasping my bra in the back. I got it closed and readjusted everything. 

"No, of course not," he replied. "I'll just tell them that I had to pick you up. They'll understand." 

I hope they understand, I thought, because I sure don't. What has come over me? I met this guy this morning and now he's putting his clothes back on after having an orgasm on my bed! I have never done anything like that…ever! God, I'm such a whore!

I could feel the lines creasing in my brow. I was disappointed in my actions. I had never done anything like this before but now I was letting a strange boy hump me with his leg? I watched Alex finish dressing and I began to wonder if he was here because he felt like he could get something out of me. I wondered if this was some sort of a game to him. I rearranged my bedroom in silence, making sure that everything was back in its proper position. All of my insecurities flew at me at once. My heart sunk as I thought about what had just happened. It was degrading. I had lost control like some sort of sex fiend. I was disgusting.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded and walked out of my bedroom. I descended the staircase to the living room where I had dumped my coat. I put it on and waited for Alex to lead the way over to his house. He placed his arm around my shoulder and walked me to his car. I climbed inside the Jeep and sat in silence. I could feel his eyes on me. He reached over and stroked my cheek. "Is everything okay?"

I wondered at this affection. We still didn't know one another yet he was caressing me as if we had been longtime lovers. He seemed not to have a problem with it. 

"I-I'm a little confused," I admitted. 

"About what?"

"About us," I told him. Ugh, 'us', what a word. How was there an 'us'? We had known one another for less than eight hours. "I don't know what happened in there. I have never done anything like that in my life, Alex. Suddenly I was ripping your clothes off. For goodness' sake, you were lying naked on my bed. I just met you this morning!"

He took my left hand into his right, stroking the back of it with his thumb. 

"You know," he said with downcast eyes, "I have never met anyone like you before. I was not expecting any of this to happen, but I'm kind of glad it did. From the moment I saw you standing in the office I just wanted to pull you to me; I just wanted to touch you. You are so incredibly beautiful and I knew there was something about you that was drawing me in. I could see it in your eyes. The play audition was the point of no return. It's not like I was planning what happened just now. I just knew I needed to be around you. Hell, I may sound like some deranged psychopathic stalker but that's how I feel. I needed to be in your presence. To hold you while we were walking today was euphoric but this afternoon it was like heaven. You looked so innocent and open when you just surrendered yourself to me. I don't care if I've known you eight hours or eight years. You have no idea how much I need to be around you. Please, give me the chance to make you feel the same way about me."

I looked at Alex. Is he for real? I wondered. God, it's like he's in love with me. His green eyes were soft and full of sincerity. 

"I don't know what to say, Alex. This is a lot to take in. It just, well, it just doesn't feel right. I feel like I'm jumping headfirst into a black water pool in the middle of the night. I don't know what's waiting for me once I dive in."

"Then test the water," he said.

I sat there, my hand in his, not able to say anything. I nodded. I don't really know what I was nodding for, but it seemed right at the time. Alex reached forward with his left hand and touched my cheek as he leaned in for a delicate kiss. 

"Ready now?" he asked. I nodded and he started the car. It was nearly three by this time. 

We drove for twenty minutes in silence, hands entwined on the center console. I did not try to entertain my mind with anymore exhausting questions and, instead, I enjoyed the feeling of just touching his skin. We arrived at a pizza and sub shop in the center of a nearby town. I could see that the tiny parking lot was packed full of cars and Alex had to make his own space. As we walked into the restaurant, Alex dropped my hand. He waited for me to go ahead and he followed behind me, making no contact.

"Well, well, if it isn't Alex!" said one of the guys from a table in the far corner. "We thought you were a no-show, man. Where ya been?"

Alex cleared his throat. "Me? A no-show? Never. I was picking up Brandee." He motioned with a hand in my direction. I smiled. "Guys, this is Brandee. Brandee this is Tom, Aaron, Jamie and Jake. These are a few of my friends from school. They play hockey with me."

"You mean you play hockey with us," Jake corrected. 

"Ha ha," Alex said rolling his eyes. 

"It's nice to meet you guys," I said as warmly as I could. I was surprised. They were all very good looking.

"Hey, any friend of his is a friend of ours," Tom said, patting the seat beside him. "Have a seat." Jamie quickly grabbed my hand, however, and sat me next to him. 

"Do you really think a girl like this wants to sit next to a guy like you while she eats?" he asked. The other four laughed. Alex took a seat at the other end of the table. He didn't give me so much as a look through the rest of the time we were there.

Jamie and I struck up a conversation as the other four talked amongst themselves. 

"I don't think I've ever seen you before, Brandee," he commented as he popped a French fry into his mouth. 

"Oh, I just moved here," I told him. "I'm from Boston."

"Ah, I see. Then how do you know Alex?" He nodded his head toward the end of the table to his right. I knew my face was red. It felt like it was on fire. 

"Oh, um, he showed me around today at school. We're going to be in the same play." Jamie looked at me through narrowed eyes, smiling. I was thankful that the waitress interrupted.

"What can I get you?" 

"I'll have some chicken fingers and a coke, please," I said politely. She nodded and headed back to the area behind the counter. 

"Uh-huh," Jamie resumed, nodding slowly. "You always hold hands with and get so red and flustered about guys you just meet?" He was grinning now. 

I tried to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"

"It's cool," Jamie said. "If you don't want to say anything, I respect that. It's just that I saw you two holding hands when you first came in. I know something's up. Just makes me wonder what could be up within the first day."

"Nothing's up," I said firmly. "Nothing."

"Who are you trying to convince?" he asked, a smile still plastered across his face. "You or me?"

I blushed deeply again and focused on the Coke that the waitress had brought him. This conversation was not one I wanted to be having. 

"Don't worry," he whispered leaning over, his hand on my far shoulder. "Your secrets are safe with me." I couldn't help but smile and nudge him with my elbow. 

"No secrets," I told him. "I don't know the meaning of those words."

The waitress brought my food and drink and I ate as Jamie told me about his position as captain on the hockey team.

As he leaned over to steal a bite of one of my chicken fingers, he inhaled deeply and looked at me in mock surprise.

"Is that cologne I smell?"

"Yeah," I replied smartly. "Your dad's!"

He wrapped his right arm around me and pretended to tackle me to the bench on which we were sitting. He wrestled with me playfully, snaking his hands up over my arms and running his hands over my hair. 

"Ha!" he countered as I sat up, trying to readjust my clothes and hair. I laughed.

"Ha what?" I asked with feigned disapproval. 

"Now it's my cologne!"

I laughed and pushed against his side. 

"You wish!" I said and went back to my meal. Jamie put his arm along the top of the bench seat behind my head as I sat back. As my head rested upon his arm, I looked up at him with a soft smile. He returned it and I settled into my seat, my body barely resting on his. I looked to Alex, who was still chatting away with his friends, paying me no mind at all. I felt a little pang of disappointment. He looked to his watch and then to Aaron, who was sitting across from him. It was a little after four. 

"Well," he said, "I have to get going. Homework awaits." The guys at the table started to boo. "Oh, shut it," Alex said grinning. "I actually want to go to college, thanks." The guys laughed. He finally looked to me and then disapprovingly at Jamie's arm, still resting behind my head. "Ready to go, Brandee?"

"Sure," I said, standing up. I reached for my purse and dropped ten dollars on the table. "It was really nice to meet you, guys. I hope to see you again soon."

"See ya later," they said. 

"Hey, mind if I give you a call later?" Jamie asked. "You know, to hang out or whatever." I saw Tom reach over and give Jamie a playful punch on the arm. 

"Why don't you give her at least an hour before you start trying to hump her leg, you dog," he said, laughing. My face turned crimson. Did he really have to say 'hump her leg'? I smiled anyway. 

"No problem." I wrote my number down on a tiny slip of paper I found in my purse and handed it to him. Jamie snatched the ten dollars from the table and tucked it into my hand as I gave a final wave before I walked from the restaurant. 

"It's on me," he said. I smiled and thanked him.

As we exited the building, I felt Alex's hand go to my waist. I said nothing. 

"I didn't want them to know that anything had happened between us today," he said out of the blue, reading my mind. "That's why I didn't say anything to you while we were in there. I know how they are, Brandee. They would have tried things on you. Especially Jamie. If they had any notion that we had done, well, you know, you wouldn't find yourself in a favorable position. Trust me. They might be good friends for a guy but they are not good friends for a girl."

I looked at Alex, astonished. How was it that he knew what I was thinking? It had happened more than once that day. I had no idea as to what he was thinking, yet he could read me like a book. 

"I wasn't thinking about that," I lied.

"Yes you were," he countered almost immediately. "Your eyes give you away every time."

I was silent for a moment.

"They must have given me away to Jamie, too," I muttered. 

"What?" he asked, not hearing me.

"Jamie knows something happened between us," I repeated.

"You told him?" 

"No. He just knew. Kind of like you always do."

"Don't worry about it. Just be careful." 

"Okay," I said softly. 

Alex slung his right arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I rested my head on his soft sweater and closed my eyes. I felt his lips touch the top of my head and he started the car. We drove home the same way we drove to the restaurant, in silence. His hand rubbed my arm tenderly as we drove. The sun began to sink behind the horizon of naked trees, leaving only the pale, stained pastel clouds in its wake. We pulled into his driveway and it was nearly dark. 

"Do you want to come in for a while?" he asked, cutting the engine. 

"Don't you have homework?" I asked.

"No, I missed all of my classes today giving you the tour. I told the guys I had homework so that I could just get the hell out of there." I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. 

"Sure, I'd love to come in." 

He walked me to his front door and let me in. The whole house was darkened.

"Where is everyone?" I asked curiously.

"My mother takes the late shift. She's a nurse in St. Paul and commutes for the five to five shift. She's hardly ever home the same time I am." He left it at that. No mention of anyone else. No father, no siblings. He switched on a table lamp and plopped down on the sofa. He patted the seat next to him as he reached for the television remote. I folded my coat and placed it on the floor and then sat down beside him. He reached behind me and put his hand on my hip, pulling me closer. I placed my right hand on his thigh. I immediately knew something was coming. This time I was prepared for it. I wanted it. 

I began running my fingertips up and down the inside of his leg, never going far enough to touch the barely visible bulge that was slowly growing. I could feel his hand creeping forward, inching to the button of my pants. I lifted my face to kiss underneath his chin. He held it there and brought his lips down to meet mine. I parted them and touched my tongue to his, exploring its soft contour. His sweet taste gave me shivers from head to toe. 

He dropped the remote and moved his kisses down my neck to the hollow of my throat. His fingers traced my collarbone through my shirt, making their way over my breasts and down my stomach. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down my arms. His kisses continued across the top of my chest and to each shoulder. I removed my hand from his leg and leaned back, exposing myself to him. He took the hint and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. This time there was no fumbling and the straps fell from my shoulders. He guided my back to the cushions, my head resting on the arm of the couch. He gently cupped my breast in his right hand, rubbing the nipple back and forth with his thumb. I moaned softly. He then brought his warm lips down across my chest to my left breast, touching his hot, wet tongue to my nipple. My breathing quickened as I watched him intently. His entire mouth covered my areola. His tongue flicked across my nipple as his thumb did the same to my other. He stopped for a moment just so that he could switch sides. He began suckling on my right breast as I continued watching him.

"Oh, Alex," I breathed. "Oh, oh, that feels so good." 

I reached to his head and ran my fingers through his hair. He nibbled on me gently and then directed his attentions elsewhere. He moved down further, licking the soft flesh beneath my breast. I shivered all over. He sat back and let his fingers trail down to the fly of my jeans. The zipper came down easily in his fingers and he had no trouble getting the button undone. I lifted my ass off of the sofa so that he could peel down my jeans. Slowly he slipped them down my skin. He plucked them from my ankles after removing my sneakers and he ran his strong hands up the length of my legs. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my bikini panties and pulled them off swiftly. I lay before him in just my white ankle socks, biting my lip. He looked up and down my body, pure lust in his eyes. Instinctively I closed my legs and brought my hands up to cover my breasts. 

"No," he said in a low voice, grasping my hands in his. "You're beautiful, and I want to see all of you." 

I suddenly became nervous. I was the one completely naked this time. What if he wanted to go all the way? What if he wouldn't stop once we got going? He pushed my hands to the side and leaned in to kiss my breasts. I could feel his erection pushing against my thigh. He let go of my left hand and snaked his right one between my legs. 

"Stop," I said breathlessly. He ignored me as he caressed the downy hair of my pussy lips. He slipped a finger between them and flicked the tip of it over my clit. I squirmed against him. "Stop, Alex," I said again. He ignored me again and moved his lips up to mine. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, closing my legs again. "Stop!"

He looked at me wide eyed. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I said softly, grabbing my shirt and jeans. I pulled them on as quickly as I could, threw on my shoes and rolled up my bra and panties in my hands. "I'm just a little weirded out by all of this. I should go." I put my jacket on.

"I thought you wanted this," he said pleadingly, watching me from the couch.

I looked to him apologetically, reaching for the doorknob. 

"Yeah," I replied, a little choked up. "So did I."

I opened the door hastily and violently slammed into something. I dropped my bra and panties on the doorstep; everything was completely dark. I found the rumpled ball and picked it up, trying to focus my eyes on what it was that I had hit into. A grinning face with dark straight hair falling in dark eyes met mine. It was Jamie.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said. 

"Yeah," I replied, realizing what I had in my hand. I tried to stuff it in my coat pocket. "Fancy." I kept walking past him, moving swiftly down the steps and scurrying across the yard. 

"Wait!" he called, running after me. I felt him put a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied "I just have to get home." He positioned himself across from me and looked me in the eyes. 

"Are you sure?" he inquired. "I know we just met and all, but if you ever need to talk, I'll be here to listen." 

"Yeah," I said. I was getting quite fond of that word. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. I don't mean to be rude, but I really have to get home. It's getting late." It wasn't really that late at all, but I needed to get out of that situation. 

"Still don't mind if I call you later, do you?" he asked before taking his hand off my shoulder. I smiled at him politely. 

"No, not at all. I'll talk to you later, okay?" 

"All right," he agreed and I turned to go. I had barely gotten into the door before a knock came. I opened it and Jamie smiled back at me.

"Um, hi Jamie. What's up?" He grinned and shook his head. He peeked behind me to see if anyone was around. "No one's home, if that's what you're wondering. I think they went out to dinner. What's going on?"

"I just wanted to give you something that I think you forgot."

"Oh, did I leave something at the restaurant?" I asked.

"No."

"Oh, then what did I leave?" The grin came over his face again.

"I think these belong to you." He pulled out a pair of blue bikini panties and held them out to me with an extended arm. "I found them on Alex's doorstep." My eyes went wide and my face felt as though it were on fire. I tried to force out some sort of explanation but the words were lost even before they reached my throat. I made no movements. "So, does this mean I can keep them?" he asked with a laugh. I tried to smile but it just came out as if someone has shoved a lemon in my mouth. "Don't worry," he told me softly, "I won't tell if you won't." My eyes shot up to his. 

"No, no, nothing happened. Not like what you think, anyway." He still had my panties in his hand and he laughed again. 

"The evidence suggests otherwise." I began to get some of my confidence back.

"It's purely circumstantial," I retorted as I snatched them out of his hand. 

"Tell it to the judge," he said with another good-natured laugh. 

"You know, you can come in for a few if you want," I said nervously. I don't know why I wanted him to stay, but I felt compelled to have him over for a little. He glanced at my handful of lingerie and smiled. 

"I don't think tonight is such a good idea. How about tomorrow?" I smiled back.

"I'll see you then." I stood nearly face to face with him. He leaned in slightly and I did the same. Suddenly he broke away.

"Bye, Brandee." 

He descended my front steps hastily and made his way back to Alex's house. I closed the door softly and went upstairs to my room. I dropped the panties and bra that I had been harboring into the clothes hamper. I stripped out of my clothes and made my way to the bathroom. The hot water was inviting. I stood beneath the spray of the water, enjoying the feel of millions of droplets of water running down my skin. I mindlessly let my hand roam over my body, tracing over my neck, breasts and tummy. The tickling started to arouse me and I gently slipped a finger in between the lips of my pussy. I stroked my clit slowly, letting my fingertip work its magic. I could feel my face becoming more flushed, even in the hot water. I rubbed myself a little faster, moaning, feeling the tension building up in the bottom of my belly. I flashed back to Alex's couch earlier that evening, and remembered the feeling of his finger flicking across my clit. As I continued to play with myself more, I imagined that they were no longer my hands. I neared orgasm, and I was furiously rubbing now. Gasp upon gasp escaped my lips and suddenly a wave crashed through me. 




Brandee's Move Ch. 03



"Oh, Jamie," I moaned softly, my body trembling and quaking against the tiled wall. My chest was heaving as I settled down and it suddenly dawned on me. Had I just called Jamie's name? I shut the water off, and threw on my terry robe as I exited the shower. I tried not to think anymore about it. I wrapped a towel around my head and put up my hair and I walked to my bedroom. As I brushed through my curly hair, a knock came at the door. I looked at the clock. It was 8:56. I walked downstairs to the front door and I called out. "Who is it?" 

"Jamie," a voice called back. I smiled to myself, but blushed a little as well. I was clad only in my robe. I opened the door and greeted him with a smile. 

"Hey, do you want to come in?" I asked him, wondering if he would accept this time.

"I can't," he replied. "I have to get home. I just wanted to get something that I forgot earlier." I gave him a sideways glance. 

"You forgot something?"

"Yeah," he said. "I was hoping I could get it." I looked around me, racking my brain as to what it was that he had left behind. I turned back to him.

"Well, what is it? I don't remember yo-" I was cut off mid-sentence as Jamie reached up and took my face in his hands. They were cool to the touch from being outside. He brought his soft, supple lips to mine and held them there. I responded and moved my lips against his and he took my bottom lip in between his own. He pursed his lips against mine one final time before pulling away. 

"That," he said. I looked at him with glazed eyes. "I've got to go, Brandee. I'll see you later." With that he turned and walked to the car that was parked outside of my yard, running.

"Bye," I whispered as I touched my fingertips to my lips. This was more complicated than I ever could have imagined.



Brandee's Move Ch. 04



I went to bed that night very confused. Was this the same Jamie that I had been warned to stay away from? Was this the same Jamie who supposedly used girls like he used a tissue? Did that Jamie kiss me so gently and not go any further? The longer I pondered, the more tired I became. I drifted off into a fitful slumber, dreaming about the solutions to my problem. Alex or Jamie?

The loud beeping at six the next morning awoke me with a start. It was still dark out and my body shivered as the piercing Minnesota cold seeped into my room through the microscopic cracks of our home. I slipped out of bed, already naked, the same way I had gone in the night before. My skin prickled and my nipples hardened as my body, warmed by the blankets, was exposed to the cool morning air. In the dark, I found my bathrobe and slipped it on as I crept across the hall to the bathroom. I had it on less than five seconds and as I entered the bathroom, I let it fall from my shoulders. I turned the water on, testing the temperature of the water until it was hot enough. I climbed in, still groggy, and let the water slowly rouse me from my sleep. I exited the shower ten minutes later, warm, fresh, shaved and clean. I brushed my long curly hair and put it up into a ponytail, letting it air dry. I put on a satiny, lavender bra and a black thong. I looked into the mirror. I felt very sexy. I found a pair of wide leg khakis and a pastel pink turtleneck sweater. I donned them quickly and put on my suede loafers. Feeling warm, sexy and cute, I descended the staircase to the living room. It was about six thirty by then. My father and mother were in the next room, at the stove, cooking eggs and bacon together. 

“Morning, sweety,” my mother greeted with a smile as I entered the kitchen. I returned it. 

“Morning, mom.” 

“You want some breakfast? Your father and I don’t have to be to work for another forty-five minutes. We'll make you some if you’d like.” I smiled again.

“Sure, mom, that’d be great. Thanks.” My father put two more strips of bacon into the frying pan. 

“So, kiddo, how was your first day?” he asked.

“It was really good, dad. I’m actually going to be performing in the play. It opens in February.”

“You’re performing in the play? Wow, you don’t waste much time getting in on stuff, do you?” I laughed.

“It was by accident that I got the part. Alex was giving me a tour of the school and he brought me into the auditorium to see where they do all of their productions. It was cool. Mr. Kline, the drama teacher, wanted to know if I acted and when I said yes, he had me read lines with Alex. He liked it so much that he gave me the lead.”

“The lead? That’s amazing! So, what play is it?” I thought for a moment.

“To be honest, I just don’t know. I was so excited about getting the part, I forgot to ask. Rehearsals start today, though. I’m sure I’ll find out then.” My parents laughed and shook their heads simultaneously. My mother put a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast in front of me. I ate and talked with them until five minutes of seven. “I have to go,” I mumbled, shoving the last piece of toast into my mouth. I ran upstairs to brush my teeth and then I ran back down to the living room. 

I grabbed my coat and purse and went out to my car. The icy wind blew in my face as I opened the door and I was immediately chilled to the bone. I slipped inside my car and tried to turn the engine. It started but died again, and I couldn’t get it to turn over again. I opened the hood quickly and took a look inside. My radiator was cracked. I had forgotten to winterize my car and use straight anti-freeze. It was negative 4 degrees. I let the hood down and hit it hard. 

“God damn it!” I yelled. “God-fucking-damn it all.” I kicked the tire.

“Need a ride?” I heard a voice yell from a bit of a distance away. I turned around to see Alex in his jeep, on the road in front of my yard. I nodded quickly, grabbed my things from my car and ran to his. I climbed into the passenger seat, my fingers going numb. 

“You put water in your radiator, didn’t you?” he asked with a smirk. 

“Yeah,” I replied. “In Boston it rarely gets this cold.” He took a look in his mirrors before driving forward. 

“Well,” he said, “this isn’t Boston.” I gave him a sideways glance and rolled my eyes. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed my frozen left one. He rubbed it slowly, returning the circulation and warmth to my fingers. After I regained feeling in my nearly frostbitten fingers, I intertwined my fingers with his. He looked at me and smiled. We said nothing more and drove to school. He cut the engine after we parked and he shook my hand slightly. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’ve got to go to the office and pick up my schedule.”
 “Okay, I just wanted to make sure you knew where to go. I’ll see you after school at the play rehearsal, then.”

“Okay,” I replied. He lifted my chin slightly and leaned in to give me a kiss.

“Bye bye.” He exited the car first and jogged to the furthest entrance. I gathered my belongings and went into the front entrance to the office. I was in the office about fifteen minutes before I was seen. The elderly woman with thick glasses gave me a copy of my classes and schedule and pointed me in the direction of my physiology class. I strolled along the halls until I found room 201. I peeked in the door before I walked in. Everyone was sitting down at the lab benches talking as the teacher finished his final preparations on the computer. I surveyed the room and I was surprised to see that everyone I had met the day before was in that room. The class was small, only 11 people. Ten of them were guys.

The solitary girl I saw was beautiful. She had flawless skin which was framed by long platinum blonde hair, straight and flowing. Her low-cut, long sleeved tee shirt revealed a line of cleavage formed from the push up bra that she was wearing. Her jeans were low rise, exposing the skimpy straps of her pink thong. Pearly white teeth were accentuated by colored lips. They came together to form a perfect smile. To my amazement, Alex was sitting right next to her and he put his hand around her waist. The girl smiled at him and turned. They kissed. My heart sank. I bit my lip and forced myself to walk into the room. I plastered a polite smile on my face.

Jake spotted me first and gave a smile and a wave. Tom and Aaron followed his lead. I smiled and gave a low wave. Jamie, who was next to Alex, looked at me and smiled. I smiled warmly at him. I presented myself to the teacher, who pointed to the vacant seat next to Jamie. I took my seat without saying a word.

“Hey, Brandee,” Jamie greeted. “How’re you?”

“Fine, Jamie, thanks for asking. How about you?”

“Doing great,” he said. At mention of my name, Alex whirled around behind him, breaking the kiss. He looked at me quickly in the eyes, but I diverted my attention to the stray eraser shavings that were scattered across the countertop in front of me. “Listen,” Jamie started quietly, “about last night, I-” he stopped. A lost tear had dropped from my eye onto the black table. “Are you okay?” he asked. I wiped away the remnants of the salty water.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied with an automatic smile. “Just yawning. I’m a little tired.” I glanced in Alex’s direction. 

“Well, anyway, about last night. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay,” I told him, patting his hand. “It was nice.” 

The teacher rose and did role call. 

“Angel Baret?”

“Here.”

“Jared Black?”

“Here.”

“Tom DeLaney?”

“Here.”

“Scott Douglas?”

“Here.”

“Jamie Endrin?”

“Here.”

“Quentin Farrell?”

“Here.”

“Jake Giangregorio?”

“Here.”

“Alex Harrington?”

“Here.”

“Aaron Harris?”

“Here.”

“Ross Merigan?”

“Present.”

“Eric Renault?”

“Here.”

“And, Brandee Santos.”

He said it more as a statement than a question. All eleven faces turned to face me and find out who the new kids was. I gave them my best smile and I waved. 

“Thank God it wasn’t another guy,” someone over by Tom remarked. A collective “Yeah!” passed through the group. Angel scoffed and rolled her eyes. I blushed fiercely and turned around to face forward. I knew I was going to have problems with her right off the bat. 

“Hey, Brandee!” Aaron called from across the room. “Be my lab partner today? Tom’s getting on my nerves!” Tom punched Aaron in the arm as the rest of the class laughed. I smiled and nodded. 

“Well, since you’re spoken for, I’ll have to find another partner,” Jamie joked. 

“Next time,” I promised.

He hit Alex’s arm with the back of his hand. 

“Work with me, man,” he said. Alex nodded. The rest of the class paired off into partners as the teacher, Mr. Degas, handed out the work packets. The last two people left without partners were a rather goofy-looking kid named Ross and Angel. Her obvious displeasure showed as she whined to the teacher. 

“Mr. Degas, you don’t really expect me to work with him, do you? I mean, come on.”

Ross nervously looked at the floor; his face was crimson. I felt terrible. How could she be so mean to him? 

“Aaron,” I said apologetically. “I’m sorry, I can’t be your partner.” I walked over to Mr. Degas without another word and asked if I could trade partners with Angel. She looked at me with contempt and walked over to Aaron. She smiled at him. They looked like they could be related. Aaron was about my height but he was much leaner than his friends. He had blonde hair almost as light as that of Angel. His blue eyes were pale, as was his skin. 

Ross had gone back to the table during Angel’s hissy fit to set up the materials for the lab. I pulled up a stool and sat next to him. 

“Hey!” I said cheerfully, extending my hand to him. He looked up, surprised that he had a new partner. “I’m Brandee.”

“Ross,” he replied with a genuine smile. It quickly faded. “Sorry. I know you were Aaron’s partner. I’m sure you didn’t want to be stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” I countered. “I asked if I could trade.” 

Ross grinned at me and didn’t bother to ask me why I had chosen him as a partner. He was just happy that someone wanted to work with him. We finished our lab without a hitch and ended up hitting it off really well. Ross was a really nice guy.

When the bell rang, I found my way down to calculus; a class with only six students. It was Jamie, Alex, three others and myself. Because it was such a small class, we all sat at one large round table. Alex arrived before everyone else and sat next to me. He put his hand on my knee and gave it a slight squeeze. I pushed it off abruptly and moved my seat. Jamie came in and sat next to me, along with a girl named Sadie. Alex sat across from me, bewildered. I gave him a blank look and, instead, flipped through the pages of my math book. I pretended to be interested on a page of parabolas. The class went much more quickly than most math classes do, for which I was grateful. By the time that my math block was over, it was time for lunch. I discovered that in my lunch period were Aaron, Jake, Jamie, Tom and Alex. Alex’s beau was there as well, with her friends, almost all of who were just as pretty as she was. I went through the line and bought my lunch only to hesitate for a moment, not exactly sure as to where I would sit. Jake approached me first and asked if I wanted to sit with him. Relieved, I accepted and sat down with him at round table. Jamie, Aaron and Tom joined us soon after. Adam, a sandy blonde sat down with us as well. I found out that he, too, was on the ice hockey team. He wasn’t as good looking as the other four, but he was polite and very funny. 

“So where’s Alex today?” Adam asked. 

“Back there with his girlfriend,” nodded Tom, taking a bite out of his turkey sandwich. All of our heads turned to see Alex sitting amidst a group of girls. He was the only one with food on the table. The others giggled while clutching their diet Cokes and diet Snapples. A few opened their compacts and reapplied concealer.

“They’ve eaten already?” I asked. The guys laughed.

“If by ‘eaten’,” said Aaron, “you mean leaned over and caught a whiff of Alex’s food to supplement their daily calorie intake, then yes, they have eaten already.” They all laughed again. 

I looked at my own spread in front of me. A chicken salad sandwich, a bag of potato chips, an apple, a granola bar, a bag of fruit snacks and a can of Dr. Pepper. 

“I must be eating twice their body weight right now,” I commented. They all laughed. 

“It’s nice to see a girl eat,” said Adam. “At least then you know she’s not worried about whether or not she’s gained three ounces within the last week. It’s healthy.” 

“Yeah,” Jamie added. “It lets you know that she’s not worried about her figure, not that you would ever have to. I mean, damn!” Jamie pretended to lick his finger and put it on my shoulder. He hissed loudly. I pushed him playfully. The whole table was laughing now. I caught Alex looking over at our table from his. His face was solemn and he grimaced as the laughter grew.

After lunch, I had two more classes. Jamie was in both. In my last block, English, Jamie told me about the hockey team. He said that they didn’t have a manager yet and they wanted to get someone soon. He asked me if I liked the sport.

“I love ice hockey!” I told him. “My cousin back in Boston used to play. He was awesome. He played in the Bean Pot on the winning team in ’98. I used to watch him all the time.” 

“Do you think you’d want to be a manager?” he asked hopefully. “I mean, we could always get someone else if you don’t want to do it. I think Alex said that Angel was interested, or something. So don’t worry. You don’t have to do it.” The mention of Angel having that extra time with Alex made me bristle. 

“I’d love to do it. It’s not going to interfere with the play, though, is it?” 

“No,” said Jamie. “Practice is at eight every night. The play never gets out later than six.” 

“Sounds great,” I told him. “When do I start?”

“Tonight. Be there at seven, okay?”

“I don’t have a ride. My radiator is cracked.”

“You put water in your antifreeze, eh?” I rolled my eyes. 

“Yes, I’m a greenhorn, what do you want?” He laughed.

“I’ll pick you up at a quarter ‘til, then.” The bell rang and everyone piled out the door to the exits. I smiled at Jamie as I gathered my books and purse. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

The rehearsal was very basic that day. We did ice-breaking exercises and talked about stage presence. Around six o’clock we were dismissed with our scripts and were told that we would begin real rehearsal the next day. Alex came up to me after we were done.

“Need a ride home?” he asked. 

“Um, sure,” I replied quietly. 

“Something wrong?” he asked. I looked away from him. 

“Can we talk about this in the car?”

“Yeah…okay,” he said suspiciously. We walked to his jeep and sat quietly. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” he asked, starting the car.

“I really like you Alex,” I began. “More than just a friend.”

“I like you too, Brandee,” he said, stroking my cheek. I pushed his hand away from my cheek.

“No, Alex. I don’t think you do. I don’t want to get angry, but I guess it kind of hurts.”

Alex had begun driving at this point. As he focused on the road he asked, “What hurts?”

“You do,” I said softly. 

“I’m not sure I understand,” he said. 

“Neither do I. I thought you liked me. You told me that you had never met anyone like me. I don’t know why I believed it. I mean, we had only known one another for a few hours. I suppose I was a bit daft to think that you would respond like that to someone you had just met. It’s okay that you don’t feel that way about me, Alex, but I would just rather have you come clean about it.”

He glanced at me as if I were crazy.

“Brandee. You’re talking in circles.”

“Alex, I saw you and Angel this morning in anatomy. I saw you kiss her. I know she’s your girlfriend.” He remained silent for a few moments. 

“I was going to break up with her soon,” he said. 

“Listen, Alex. I don’t want to be a part of that. It’s not my place.” 

“Brandee-”

“No, Alex. Please, let’s leave it at that for now. Maybe you can come to me when you’re single, okay?” He made no reply and drove a little bit faster to my house. As we pulled into my driveway, he put his hand on mine. 

“I really do like you, Brandee,” he said. “If I were so happy with my girlfriend, why would I risk it by spending so much time with you?” 

Maybe so you can get some, I thought. 

I turned to face him.  

“Sorry, Alex, I just don’t know what to do right now. Can we talk about this later?”

He took my face in his hands and kissed me. I couldn’t help it. I needed to kiss him back. I opened my mouth to him and let his tongue mesh with mine. The intensity grew, as did my need for him. I kissed him harder, moaning softly against his mouth. His hands caressed my cheeks and then my breasts through my sweater. As he reached down to lift my shirt up, I pulled back. 

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” I told him. “I should have stopped this earlier.” With that, I seized my belongings and got out of the jeep. 

I walked inside quickly and went into the kitchen.

“How was play practice, hon?” my mother asked as she cracked some angel hair pasta and dropped it into a pot of boiling water. 

“It was great, mom,” I said without much enthusiasm. “Hey, is it all right with you if I go out tonight?”

“On a school night? Where are you going?” 

“Oh, I got an offer to be the new manager for the ice hockey team. I wanted to see how I’d like it before I said yes.” My mother immediately smiled and said yes.

“I had no idea you would adjust so well to this school. If you want to go out and become the new ice hockey manager, go right ahead. What time are you leaving?”

“In about half an hour,” I told her. “Jamie is giving me a ride.”

“Why aren’t you taking your car?” 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. The radiator is cracked. We have to put straight antifreeze in it, not a mixture of water and antifreeze.”

“Oh damn it, that’s going to be expensive,” she commented. “How did you get to and from school today?”

“Alex brought me. He’s the kid from my play I told you about.”

“Oh, okay,” my mother said, seemingly satisfied with my answers. “Well, dinner won’t be ready until after you leave. So we’ll leave some for you for when you come home.” 

“Thanks, mom,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. I grabbed my calculus book and jogged up to my room to do the lesson that was due the next day. I hadn’t quite finished the twenty problems when a knock came at my bedroom door. It was my mother.

“Honey, there’s a boy downstairs for you. Said his name was Jamie.” I sprung off my bed, grabbed a pair of mittens and a hat and turned off my bedroom light. “In a rush?” asked my mother, with a grin. “I would be too, if I were you. He’s cute!” 

“Mom!” I said, blushing in the dark. “It’s not like that. He’s just here to pick me up so I can go to their hockey practice.” “Mhmm…” she said skeptically. I laughed and went down the stairs. I put on my hat and mittens and my jacket. 

“Ready to go?” he asked with a smile. 

“Yeah,” I replied making my way through the door. 

“I’ll have her back before ten,” Jamie told my mother. She just smiled at Jamie and waved goodbye as he closed the door behind us. 

I was dumbfounded when I saw what Jamie drove. It was a brand new, black Cadillac Escalade. It had vanity plates that read J*ME. The interior was cream colored leather with silver trim on the dashboard. I climbed into the passenger seat and snuggled in. He had heated seats. 

“Jamie, is this really yours? Or is it your parents?” He smiled.

“It’s mine, but my parents bought it for my eighteenth birthday. Pretty sweet, huh?”




Brandee's Move Ch. 04



“‘Pretty sweet’ doesn’t even begin to describe this, Jamie,” I told him with a chuckle. “What do your parents do for a living?” 

“Well,” he said backing out of my driveway onto the road, “they own the ice arena.” 

“You must have some money,” I said looking around.

“Me?” he asked laughing. “No way. They have money. Not me.” 

The arena, I found out, was only around the corner from my house. It was within walking distance, maybe a mile and a half away at most. We arrived two minutes later. Jamie unloaded his equipment from the back of the Escalade and put the bag on his shoulder. He grabbed his sticks and led me into the empty arena. Only the man who cleaned the ice was there, and he was in the back, attending to the zamboni. It was ten of seven. Jamie set his bag down on the floor near the boards. 

“Come with me for a second,” he said. I followed him over to the skate rental booth. He went behind the counter. “What size shoe do you wear?”

“A nine,” I told him. He scanned over the shelves and found a newer pair of skates, size 8 ½. 

“This should do it,” he told me, handing the black CCM’s over to me. “Come skate with me. The guys won’t be here for another half hour at least.” I smiled and excitedly took the skates from him.

“Where should I leave my stuff?” I asked.

“In the first aid room, right around the corner. There’s a bench in there where you can sit down and tie your skates too. You need a key to get in. It’s always locked.”

I walked into the first aid room around the corner and sat down to tie my skates. When I was done, Jamie did the same. He came to me, grabbed my hand and led me onto the ice. 

“Can you skate?”

“Yeah, I used to skate when I was little. My cousin taught me.” He dropped my hand gently and began skating backwards, looking at me. 

“C’mon, then,” he said, “I’ll skate backwards. See if you can catch me.”

“Hey!” I protested. “I said I could skate. I didn’t say that I could skate well.”

He laughed and skated toward me. He took my hands in his and began tugging me forward. I easily began to skate, sometimes using his hands as support. His hands moved up to my wrists, then my forearms, slowly bringing me in closer to him. I let my hands slide up his arms ever so slowly until they rested on his shoulders. He moved his hands to my shoulders as well, but soon found it more favorable to let them slide down to my lower back. I slid my arms up around his neck and watched him as we skated in circles near the center of the ice. 

“This is really nice, Jamie,” I said softly as we continued our ice dance. 

“I was hoping you’d like it,” he confessed.

He slowed our movements down to a standstill and looked me in the eye.

“Did you mean what you said in class today?” he asked.

“Mean what?”

“About last night. The kiss. That you liked it.”

I smiled. He looked so timid and innocent. His black hair always fell softly over his forehead and sometimes into his eyes. His eyes were a dark brown and his skin was a light brown. It looked like he had some Latino blood in him. He was just a little bit taller than I was, but he was a lot bigger. I could feel his strength even in his gentle grip on me. He was gorgeous.

“Yeah,” I said nodding. “I meant it.” 

“You wouldn’t by chance want to mean it again, would you?”

I smiled and lifted my chin. He touched his lips to mine. He was incredibly warm and soft. I parted my lips and let the tip of my tongue dance with his. The pressure steadily increased as he opened up more to me. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at me.

“Do I get the same answer?” he asked grinning.

“No,” I told him seriously. His face froze for a second. “Better.” He smiled and led me to the door. 

“I’m ready to get some coffee. How about you?” 

“I’m in the mood for a hot chocolate,” I told him. 

“Well, we have to get these skates off first,” he said as he opened the door to the first aid room with the key

I followed him in and sat down on the medical cot while he sat in the chair. My fingers were going numb from the constant cold. Not even my mittens could help.

“Stupid knot,” I said, fumbling with the lace. Jamie had already gotten his skates off before I could even get one of mine undone.

“Let me help,” he said, kneeling before me and grabbing my skate. 

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to do that.” 

“I know,” he said. “I just want to is all.” I stopped trying to resist and he got both of my skates off with ease. He grabbed my right foot in his hand. “Wow. You get cold quick. We weren’t even out there for ten minutes and your feet are frozen. I can feel it even through your socks.” I laughed a little, embarrassed. No one had ever touched my feet except for me.

“Poor circulation,” I joked, trying to pull my foot away gently.

He put both hands around my foot instead and began to rub it. I began to get the shivers from him massaging the sole of my foot with his thumbs. The tingling went from my feet to the bottom of my belly, where it stayed. The more he did it, the more excited I became. I accidentally let a low moan escape my lips. He looked up at me and smiled. My face crimsoned. 

“Enjoying this?” he asked. I smiled and laughed nervously but nodded. I didn’t trust my voice to give a real answer. 

Slowly he rose to his feet and sat on the cot, straddling it, causing me to lie back. I rested my feet in front of him. I closed my eyes and let the feelings overwhelm me. As he changed from my right foot to my left one, he slipped his fingertips just under the hem of my pants, stroking my lower calf. I let out a soft sigh, audible to no one by myself. Jamie began to test how far he could go, stroking my foot then going up high enough to touch my leg just a little higher. He pushed the pantleg back a little further each time, its overly wide bottom allowing it to move up over my thigh with much room to spare. He did the same thing on my other leg until my pantlegs were mid-thigh. His fingers traced over my skin, giving me goose bumps. 

“God, you are so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking my inner thigh. I opened my eyes about half way and gazed at him, looking so placidly at me. I propped myself up on my elbows and slightly cocked my head, smiling. Jamie leaned in between my legs and kissed me. He guided me back down to the mattress, taking my hands in his, intertwining his fingers. He kissed down under my chin and along that little bit of neck that was peeking out of my turtleneck sweater. I felt his hands slip under my sweater, and he pulled it up to the bottom of my breasts. His focus quickly switched from my neck to my stomach, where he planted little kisses that made me shiver. I let him undo my pants and throw them to the floor. He peeled down my thong and returned to kissing around my abdomen. I started to get nervous, not sure if he was going to try to have sex with me. That nervousness however, soon faded as Jamie started to stroke my thighs. Pure pleasure now consumed every part of me. 

He moved his mouth lower to my thighs, completely skipping over my moistening sex. He traced his tongue down the inside of my thigh and then went back up, skipped over my dripping pussy and then dragged his tongue down the other. As he came back up, he gave a tiny kiss and nibble to the top of my inner thigh. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and dragged me to the end of the cot. I propped myself up on my elbows once again as Jamie sunk to his knees. He threw my legs over his shoulders and kissed the lips of my pussy. He used the tip of his tongue to gain entrance in between them. I sighed loudly. I watched him as he explored inside my labia slowly, licking at the delicate flesh, suckling on the lips. He flattened out his tongue and dragged it from my opening all the way up past my clit. I moaned in ecstasy. He began licking around my clit, but never licking it. I could feel my wetness being spread by his face onto my thighs. 

After playing around my clit, he began to stimulate it directly with his tongue. He took long, loving strokes, swirling it with his tongue, sucking on it gently. While he continued sucking on my clit, he brought one of his fingers to my opening. He wet it with my juices and began teasing my hole. He stuck the tip of his finger in a little, but withdrew it. Again he did it, but this time he pushed it a little further in. Going about as far as his first knuckle, he withdrew it. Jamie continued this until he had worked his entire finger into me. It was then that he began picking up the speed of penetration, thrusting in and pulling it out almost all the way, only to push it back in. He rotated his finger as his did so, the sensation rippling through my body. His tongue continued expertly playing with my clit, bringing me even closer to my breaking point. I became even wetter, my flow dripping onto the cot. Jamie removed his finger and I whimpered, wanting him to put it back. I felt him soak another finger in my juices and then put one back into me. He pumped in and out of me, but as he withdrew one time, he put another finger at my opening. Carefully, making sure not to hurt me, he eased them into my dripping hole until my pussy relaxed around his fingers, albeit it was tight, and he began moving again. I sat there watching him, sucking on me and fucking me with his fingers. He turned his fingers so that his palm was facing up and he began slightly curling his fingers inside me. A sudden pressure became deliciously bold and I moaned loudly. He applied a little more pressure inside me, making me squirm against his mouth. Without warning, he put a steady pressure inside me and latched onto my clit, sucking ferociously. I came almost immediately and I shrieked with pleasure as my body shook from head to toe. He didn’t let up even as I came, my body rocked by the power. As I began to calm down from my orgasm, Jamie locked his lips about my clit and sucked hard again, pushing me to another. He did it three more times and, finally, I was so spent that there were tears in the corners of my eyes. I sat up and looked at him, breathing hard, a bead of sweat dripping down my temple. 

I pulled him to me for a kiss, tasting and smelling myself on him. I let him ravish my mouth with his own. As he pulled back and looked at me I smiled.

“A guy shouldn’t know so much about a girl,” I said with a laugh, my chest still heaving. “But I’m glad you do.”



Brandee's Move Ch. 05



Jamie smiled at me and leaned in for another kiss. This one was short and sweet. He looked up at the clock behind me. 

“It’s 7:16. The guys will be here soon. We better get straightened up.” Jamie rose to his feet and I noticed the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. 

“Wait,” I said grabbing his hands. “They won’t be here for another fifteen minutes at least. Let me repay the favor.” I reached for the button of his jeans and opened it swiftly. The zipper came down as I pulled at the waist and dragged them to his ankles. He didn’t bother stepping out of them. He stood with his hands at his sides, looking down at me. I pulled his boxers down carefully, making sure not to hurt his manhood, which was huge and rock hard. I took his beautiful cock in my hand and began stroking it gently. I was amazed at his size. My middle finger and thumb barely touched one another when wrapped around it. And it was long. Much longer than Alex’s. Tentatively I extended my tongue to head of his cock. A small drop of precum had formed at the tip and I licked it off. It had a salty-sweet taste to it. I licked around the entire head, coating it in my saliva. I could barely fit the head into my mouth but as I relaxed, I found I could move up and down slightly, sucking on him hard. I reached to his balls and cupped them in my hand, as Alex had taught me how to do. I massaged them with care, sucking on his cock as best I could. It wasn’t long before his hands were tangled in my hair and he was slowly pumping back against my mouth. I had gotten about half of him in my mouth before it touched the back of my throat. I backed off a little bit but continued to suck. His mouth stood agape and he let his eyes close and his head roll back. 

“I’m gonna cum, Brandee,” he said. He tried to pull back out of my mouth, not sure if I could handle it. I grabbed the base of his cock and latched my lips onto the tip, sucking hard. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked breathlessly. I moaned against him and began stroking him hard with one hand and sucking on him with my mouth. My other hand was still between his legs, applying a slight pressure to his balls. “Oh – God!!” he managed to get out as he spurted his hot jizz into the back of my throat. I pushed a little more on his balls and he let out a loud moan. His body convulsed slightly as the last stream of semen shot into my throat. It dribbled down the corners of my mouth but I managed to swallow almost all of it. As I got the remaining cum that had dripped down my chin, I leaned in and licked Jamie clean. He pulled me up to him and kissed me, some cum still in my mouth. He didn’t seem to mind. I turned to look at the clock. It was 7:29. I pulled my thong onto my still wet pussy and put my pants on as well. I donned my shoes and watched as Jamie finished getting dressed. After he was done he sat down beside me and took my hands in his. 

“I’m really sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean for all of this to happen. I figured that I would take you to the rink early, we’d skate around a little before practice and hopefully I’d get a repeat of last night. I guess I was thinking with the wrong head just now. I mean, you’re new and everything. I didn’t want to push you into anything, you know? So, if I did, I want to apologize.” I smiled at him and looked down for a moment.

“I was a willing participant of everything that just happened,” I told him looking back up. “These last couple of days have been really crazy but sometimes craziness can be good. Like now. I think you’re a really great person, Jamie.” He looked at me a little easier, the guilt gone from his face. He kissed me softly. 

“I think you’re a great person too,” he said. I squeezed his hands and stood up. 

“7:32.”

“Guys’ll be here in few minutes. Let me show you where the water bottles are.” I followed Jamie out of the First Aid room and down to the far end of the rink. In a brown pantry-like box were all of the water bottles and pucks. “All you need are twelve water bottles and a bag of pucks,” he explained. He grabbed the bag of pucks and I grabbed two water bottle holders with six bottles in each. “Then you just fill them up, put them on the bench and put the pucks out in stacks. Not hard. I’ll help you if you want.” 

“I’d like that,” I told him. We walked to the snack bar and Jamie unlocked the door to get back to the kitchen. We each stood at a sink and filled six water bottles in silence. 

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked out of the blue.

“Sure,” I said. “Fire away.”

“Do you and Alex have something going on? Because if that’s the case, I don’t want to take it any further.” I froze. How do I answer tactfully? I wondered to myself.

“Well, I thought we did, but I was wrong,” I answered honestly. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. But there isn’t anything going on between us now. It’s kind of like an awkward acquaintance,” I laughed.

“I just wanted to know,” he said calmly, finishing up on his water bottles. “I kinda like you, you know? You’re a pretty cool girl.” I blushed as I screwed on the last cap. 

“Thank you,” I said meekly, unsure of what else to say. “I think you’re a really cool guy.” He grabbed his water bottles and the bag of pucks. 

“We’ll drop this stuff off at the bench and then I have to go get dressed,” he told me, changing the subject easily. “Only about twenty minutes left.”

We finished setting up the water bottles and the pucks when the first person arrived. It was Tom. 

“Brandee! What are you doing here?” he asked with a smile. 

“I’m your new manager,” I told him, smiling back. 

“It’s about time we got a good manager,” Tom said, his rainy blue eyes shining. “I’ll see you in a few,” he said. “I’ve got to go get dressed.” 

“I second that,” said Jamie ruefully. “I’ll be out in ten or fifteen minutes.” He gave me a peck on the cheek after Tom had gone into the locker room. “See you in a few.”

Less than a minute later, three guys came in at once. I had never seen them before but they all looked similar, two of them in particular.

“Hey,” said the shorter one, greeting me. “Are you the new manager that Jamie was talking about?” 

“Yeah,” I said extending my hand. “I’m Brandee.” The shorter one took it gingerly and shook it like a gentleman. 

“I’m Tyler,” he said. 

“I’m Brent,” said another, “and this is my twin brother Carson.” I shook both of their hands. 

They were all brothers. Tyler was a sophomore and the twins were juniors. After them a group of guys came in, seemingly all at once. Of them I knew Aaron, Adam and Jake. I was introduced into a slew of others ranging from freshmen to even more seniors. In total, 23 guys came in. The last person in, with ten minutes until practice, was Alex. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he passed the bench.

“I’m the new manager,” I explained. 

“That’s nice,” he said gently, eyes smiling. “It’ll be nice to see you a little more often.” I gave him a quick smile and turned around, pretending to rearrange pucks.

“Yeah,” I said. “Nice.” Alex said no more and walked into the locker room. Jamie, a guy named Mark, Adam, and Jake came out of the locker room together.

“God, that girl needs a vibrator for Christmas,” said Mark. “Maybe she wouldn’t be so uptight if she got a piece of ass once in a while. Even if it is battery operated.” The guys laughed.

“If she got laid, she’d probably drug you and rape you,” said Jake. “ She’s wanted to get into your pants since freshman year. You better watch out or she’ll make you her Christmas present.” 

All four guys came and sat down on the bench. 

“Speaking of Christmas,” said Adam, “why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas this year, Brandee.” He patted his lap. Adam was decked out in his goalie gear, which made him almost twice as rotund as the others. “If you can’t think of anything, I’m sure we’ll have no problem talking about the first thing that pops up!” 

“Thanks but no thanks, ‘Santa’,” I said with a laugh. Jamie grabbed me around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I squealed in mock protest.

“That’s because she already has what she wants for Christmas,” he said chuckling. “Me!” The other three guys roared with laughter. 

“You? Are you kidding?” asked Jake skeptically. “Man, she wouldn’t want you to keep the human race going even if you were the last penis on Earth.” Even I joined in on the laughter that time. 

“I don’t know,” I replied leaning my head back to look at Jamie, “Santa’s little helper is kinda cute.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s little about Santa’s helper,” Adam said. Jamie quickly responded with a punch to Adam’s arm. 

“If you had half of what I had - ” Jamie started.

“I’d have half of nothing!” Adam quickly shot back, rubbing his arm. We all laughed at Jamie’s expense, but I laughed the hardest because I knew it wasn’t true. 

“So, Brandee,” Mark began to ask me, “why the hell would you ever move to this godforsaken town? Wait, where did you move from, anyway?”

“Trust me,” I said, “I did NOT choose to move here. My dad took a job out here as an electrical engineer. Don’t bother asking, because I don’t understand it either. He had a great job out in Boston.” 

“Do you want to go back?” he asked.

I looked at the boys around me. Mark had a very handsome, and flawless, face with dark, chocolatey skin. His mouth was beautiful with large, soft-looking lips, dark around the outside and a pinkish-red toward the middle. His eyes were nearly black and were contrasted with bright white backgrounds. His smile was almost intoxicating, with large dimples just beneath the curve of his cheekbone and his pearly white teeth that shone brightly. He was absolutely beautiful. Adam was a wonderful kid with sandy hair that always seemed to fall in his eyes. His face had a boyish quality to it, soft tender skin, flawless, and a mischievous pair of eyes with a smile to match. He was a little paler than the rest, but he was charming with a goofy sense of humor that I had already begun to like. Jake resembled Alex in many ways. His hair was nearly jet black, but it was shorter and a little shaggier than Alex’s, with the stray ends bouncing about his ears. His eyes were also green but his were paler with a bit of hazel lingering about, dark flecks here and there. His skin tone was a creamy peach color and his smile was one that always made you smile back. He was very cute. Out of the four that were sitting before me, Jamie was by far the most attractive. I looked at him for a few seconds before I turned back to Mark and gave my answer.

“I did at first, but not anymore. I think I’m really going to like it here.” The guys smiled approvingly and nodded their heads. 

“Good,” said Mark, “because we are in some serious need of some hot ladies.” I laughed and blushed at the same time, not really sure what to say back. I had never experienced this type of open flattery before. Jamie pretended to lick the tip of his finger then he touched the top of my thigh, letting out a hiss just like he did at lunch earlier that day. We all laughed. Instead of removing his hand, he left it lingering on my leg, moving his fingers so slightly that I was the only one able to tell. 

“Hey,” said Jamie, “can you do me a favor?” 

“Sure,” I replied. “What do you need?” 

“I just wanted you to go in there and throw some tape into my bag. There’s some in the puck bag.” Tyler reached into the puck bag, hearing Jamie, and tossed a roll of white tape in my direction. I caught it clumsily but held on. The clock struck seven and the guys began to pile onto the ice. Jamie lifted me from his lap and gave me a pat on the butt before he went out. “See you in a few.”

I took the tape into the locker room and searched for Jamie’s bag. As I found his clothes heaped in the corner of the room, I heard a door being jiggled. Out of the bathroom came Alex, tucking his package back into his hockey pants. He smiled at me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. 

“I’m, uh, just putting some tape into Jamie’s bag for him.” Alex looked at me disapprovingly. 

“I saw you hanging around him a lot today,” he said sternly. “Don’t you remember what I told you?”

“Yeah, I do, dad,” I retorted sharply. “And as I remember, I saw you hanging around Angel a lot today. Your lips too.” 

“I told you the situation.”

“And I’m telling you mine. I think Jamie is a nice guy, Alex. He’s not like you said at all. If you don’t like me hanging out with him, I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m not going to stop hanging out with him.”

“Brandee, I’m being serious. He’ll just use you. Soon as he finds another girl, you’ll be history.” 

I looked at him stunned. 

“You’re one to talk!” I blurted out angrily. “You tell me all this bullshit about how much you like me and it’s been just two days. I started to believe you and everything but then came today. Oh, Jesus, today. I walk into my first period class, right after you had kissed me and I see you kissing that…that…slutty looking girl, Angel! And you’re going to preach to me about a guy who will supposedly use and then dump me? Please, Alex. Come up with something better than that.”

“Brandee! I am not using you!” he exclaimed, insulted. 

“Damn it, Alex! You had me on your couch last night completely naked. You and I messed around yesterday afternoon too. I really trusted you and then all of a sudden I find out you had a girlfriend? Oh, no. That’s not using me. As long as I’m willing to give something up to you, not knowing you have a girlfriend, it’s not using me. No, of course not. Because you’re the one doing it.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it.” 

“No, Alex. I don’t know it,” I told him seriously. “I’ve got to get back out there and take care of my responsibilities.” 

“Wait,” Alex said, grabbing my arm. 

“What?” I asked turning to him. He swooped down devoured my lips. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and began to kiss back against him hard. He began to walk toward the wall as I backed up. He leaned me against the wall and began to rub his hands all over my body. I moaned as he grabbed my breasts. I put my head back and Alex began to kiss my neck. I turned my head to the door to give him better access. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jamie standing in the doorway, staring blankly, a broken hockey stick in his hand. “Oh god…Jamie,” I whispered. Alex looked up at me.

“That’s not my name,” he said playfully, not noticing Jamie. He traced his finger from my chin to the middle of my breasts. Jamie grabbed another stick and turned to storm off. I pushed Alex off of me quickly.

“Jamie, wait!” I called running after him. He was too quick for me and jumped on the ice. I stood at the bench watching him. Alex came out a few minutes later, fully dressed in his hockey equipment. He said nothing as he passed me and hopped onto the ice, skating away. I had managed to alienate them both at the same time. I began to feel bad for what I had done. I was supposed to be mad at Alex, but instead I let him get all over me in the locker room. I looked around for a moment and then decided to leave. Since my house was just around the corner, I walked. Before I left, I wrote a quick note to Jamie, telling him that I wasn’t feeling well and I had gone home. With a bit of a heavy heart, I walked out of the arena and began walking home in the bitter cold. 

It took me less than ten minutes to get home and I, myself, arrived to a note. It was from my parents. 

Sweety-

Your Aunt Jenny is in the hospital back in Boston going in for emergency surgery. She had a heart attack earlier this evening. Your father and I had to leave immediately and fly back there. I will give you a call once we arrive. There are directions on how to cook everything I left for you in the fridge. We love you and we’ll talk to you soon.

Mom



I exhaled at my slight misfortune but went over to the stove to pick at the spaghetti that had been left for me. After satisfying my weak appetite, I went upstairs to relax before bed. My head had barely touched the pillow before I had fallen asleep. It was only 7:40. 



“Brandee,” said a smooth voice, quiet and gentle. Groggily, I opened my eyes. Sitting on the edge of my bed was Jamie. I sat up quickly when I realized that it was him. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked sleepily. 

“Your front door was wide open,” he said. “It has started to snow like crazy out there. We’ve got about six inches already. I wanted to make sure that everything was okay here.” 

“I’m fine,” I said. “I take it you got my note?” He nodded.

“Yeah. I found it when I was closing up the rink. I was going to come over anyway, though. To talk.”

“Jamie,” I said softly. 

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry for tonight. I didn’t mean for that to happen. It’s just that, well, I guess I kind of like Alex too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you, Brandee. I mean, you just moved here and all of a sudden you’ve got guys practically throwing themselves at you. It’s just that Alex got to you first. I mean, Aaron, Tom, Jake, Adam, Mark…they all want you. Hell, every guy who has seen you wants you. I just happen to want you a little more than the others.” He reached over and let his fingers trace over the back of my hand. 

“I’ve never had feelings for someone that I’ve just met. Not until I moved here anyway. I care about you a lot, though, Jamie. I hope you understand that.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I know I can’t expect you to just make up your mind all of a sudden and decide to be with me when you haven’t even been here for three days.”

I scooted up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. 

“I’d rather give my time to you,” I whispered in his ear. 

A smile spread over his face and he turned to me and took my face in his hands. We both leaned in and touched lips gently. I leaned back toward the bed and Jamie followed, lying next to me. His hand ran from my cheek, down my arm, then down my upper body and over my hip and thigh. He continued this motion up and back multiple times. I curled up against him and he kissed my forehead. As he wrapped his arms around me, I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest. I let myself once again drift off to sleep. I slept through the night soundly and I awoke early the next morning. When I opened my eyes, I was still in Jamie’s arms. I slipped from beneath his arms and walked to the window to see if any more snow had accumulated. The snow had crept up over the hood of my car. It was over three feet deep. I crept back into bed under Jamie’s arms and began to kiss his face gently. He finally awoke and rubbed his eyes.

“What time is it?” he asked sleepily. 

“It’s quarter ‘til six,”

“In the morning?!” he exclaimed jumping up.

“Shhh,” I said stroking his cheek with a laugh. “It’s like a blizzard out there. The snow has come up over the hood of my car. There’s no school.”

“My parents expected me home,” he said flustered. “Shit, shit, shit. Do you have a phone?” I pointed to a phone on my dresser. “Hey, mom?” he said. “No, I’m fine. Sorry. I forgot to call. I didn’t want to chance getting into an accident. My friend Brandee put me up for the night. On the couch. No. I’ll be home as soon as possible. Okay. Love you too. Bye.” With a sigh of relief, he crawled into bed once again and gathered me in his arms. He pulled the comforter over us and he snuggled up against me. “Let’s go for a few more hours.”



Brandee's Move Ch. 06



We fell asleep again and didn't wake up until nearly eleven when the phone rang. I climbed sleepily out of bed to answer it. 

"Hello?" 

"Brandee? You're still home?"

"Mom?"

"Yeah, honey, it's me. What are you doing home? I was calling to leave a message on the machine. I'm surprised you picked up."

"We've got a blizzard here. Last time we checked the snow level was up around three feet. I'm guessing it has built up a little more." 

"We? Who else is there with you?" I looked over at the bed where Jamie was lounging lazily.

"My friend Jamie stayed over last night. He came over for a little bit and when he got ready to leave, the snow was so bad that he couldn't even back out. The snow was up to the doors." I held my breath for a moment, hoping she bought the story. 

"Oh, is that the one I met last night?" she asked. "The cute one?"

"Yeah," I said blushing. "It is." 

"Oh, okay. I hope that everything is okay over there during the blizzard. This couldn't have happened at a worse time."

"How is Aunt Jenny? Is she out of surgery?"

"Yes, she's in the recovery room. From what the doctors have said, things are going to be just fine. She's going to be kept for the next week or so, though. I'm afraid we won't be home until then."

"Mom, Christmas is in a week! Are you going to be in by then?" 

"Sweety, I sure hope so. But I can't make any guarantees. There's enough food in the fridge to last two weeks, though. Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll call you every day to make sure that things are going all right for you." 

"Okay mom." 

"Talk to you later, hon," she said before hanging up.

"Bye bye." 

I put the receiver back in its cradle and sauntered back over to my bed. Jamie was lying with his hands folded behind his head. As I came up next to the bed, he extended his arms out to me and motioned me closer. I leaned in far enough for him to put his arms around me and pull me on top of him. I giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He didn't let me pull back for long and drew me in for another kiss, this one long and sensual. His hands roamed over my back, stroking me gently. I sat up slowly and looked down at him smiling. 

"I should go take a shower." 

"I'll join you," Jamie joked. I smiled then shivered as I looked back down at him. 

"Come on then," I said, pulling at his hands as I stood up. His eyes went wide and he jumped up out of bed. 

"Are you serious?" he asked. I smiled mischievously and bit my lip. 

"If you want to, I'll be waiting," I said in a sing-songy voice. I walked across the hall to the bathroom with Jamie right on my heels. I turned the shower on, letting the water warm. I turned around to Jamie and he immediately took me into his arms. I reached to the hem of my sweater that I had worn the day before and began to pull it up over my head. Jamie stopped me half way and made me bring it back down. I looked up at him, a little disappointed. I thought that he had changed his mind. He gave me a kiss and then lifted my sweater himself. He tossed it to the floor by the sink and let his eyes and hands wander over my body. He reached for the button on my khakis and undid it with ease. He peeled them down my legs and I stepped out of them gingerly. He brought his hands around to my back where he unhooked my bra with one try. He slid it down my arms while kissing my neck, his touch giving me goosebumps all over. As the bra went lower, so did Jamie's mouth. He kissed down my chest, in between my breasts and let his lips linger on my stomach. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my thong and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of it and pulled my socks off with my toes. 

I stood before him completely naked as he began to undress himself. As he had done to me, I stopped him and began to take his clothes off for him. I pulled his shirt up over his head, my stomach fluttering as I saw his tan skin and toned muscle. Instinctively I touched his chest with my fingertips, so lightly it seemed as if I would have broken him otherwise. He watched me with silent appreciation, his eyes watching my every move. I ran my hands over his arms a few times and then his chest. His lean, strong body felt wonderful under my hands. I reached down to his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down right after. I sank down to my knees as I guided his jeans down to the floor. He stepped out of them and I rose, my hands on his legs. I did the same with his boxers but I removed his socks while I knelt on the ground. As I rose I held out my tongue. It brushed against the head of Jamie's already erect penis. He closed his eyes and groaned, clenching his fists. When I stood up, Jamie took me in his arms and kissed me hard. I walked backwards toward the shower door and opened it. Expertly, Jamie guided us both inside while never breaking our kiss. My nipples stiffened underneath him and I could feel his cock pressing against my mound. I grew wet; my juices mixing with hot water as it dripped down my thighs. 

The kiss softened gradually until Jamie pulled back. He ran his hands over my face and head, smoothing back the hair that had become plastered to my forehead and cheeks. I smiled as he held me close to him and I reached to the right, grabbing the bottle of body wash. I squeezed some onto the loofah that was hanging on the handle to the door and then began to massage it until it became white and sudsy. I ran the sponge from shoulder to shoulder slowly, coating him in a mess of bubbles. I did this over his chest, stomach, legs and back. As I turned my attention to his lonely cock, I became increasingly gentler. I put some body wash onto my palms and began to stroke Jamie up and down the length of his huge prick. He put one hand against the shower tile and groaned. 

"Feel good?" I whispered in his ear, kissing his earlobe. 

"Feels great," he said. He closed his eyes momentarily. I pumped a little harder. Suddenly, I stopped and Jamie looked at me, his eyes saddened. I rinsed my hands of the body wash and gently cleansed his cock at the same time. When I was sure that I had rinsed it all, I quickly sunk to my knees. Jamie's eyes brightened and I grinned at him, taking his cock in my hands.

"Getting excited?" I asked in a sultry voice.

"If I keep looking at you doing that, you won't need to do anything else," he commented. I laughed and licked the head of his cock. I sucked on it gently and started to move my head up and down, trying to take more than I had the night before. I looked up as the water rained down Jamie's back. His fists were clenching and unclenching by his sides. I took his hands and guided them to the back of my head. I closed his fingers around my hair gently and resumed sucking his cock. I knew he wanted something to hold on to. He held my hair softly at first, letting me lick and suck his cock. As I reached down to cup and massage his balls, however, his grip tightened a little on my hair. I smiled to myself. He began to pump back against my mouth slowly. I reached behind him with my free hand and pulled him into my mouth even more. I had taken half of his cock into my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body as I slowly moved further down his cock. He began to slide down my throat slowly. I felt no discomfort and continued on until I was finally able to bury my nose in his pubes. His hands gripped my hair and he moaned loudly. I kept going and Jamie started to pump back a little faster against my mouth.. Finally, I stopped moving and just held on to Jamie as he fucked my face. He was grunting and breathing heavily as his prick slid in and out of my throat. With one final cry, he buried his cock all the way in my mouth and shot his cum down my throat. As each hot stream shot out, I sucked hard, making sure that none escaped this time. 

I felt his hands disentangle themselves from my hair as he pulled out of my mouth, his cock softening. I turned my face up to his and he stroked my cheek affectionately. I stood up and he kissed my lips softly. His hands traveled down to the front of my mound and he began to slip a finger between my pussy lips. I bit my lip and smiled at him. I removed his hand from between my legs and shut the water off.

"Later," I told him with a whisper. I opened the shower door and threw on a robe that was hanging on the rack. I tossed him one of my fathers and gathered my clothing. I dumped it in the hamper in my room and scurried downstairs to the living room. "Jesus it's cold down here," I commented. I turned the thermostat dial up to 75 degrees but nothing happened. I then reached for the light to the living room and switched it on. Nothing. "Shit. We have no electricity." 

"Light a fire," Jamie suggested. 

I went over to our fireplace and turned on the gas. With the book of matches I found on the mantle, I lit the fire. 

"Fake fire, eh?" Jamie said laughing. I smacked him playfully in the leg.

"Hey, it's a fire isn't it?" He nodded and sat down on the carpet in front of the fire, his back resting against the sofa. "What are you doing?"

"It's cold down here. I want to get warm." I left Jamie without another word and ran upstairs to the hall closet. I found a king-sized down comforter stored in the back. I ran downstairs to the living room and stood over Jamie. 

"Look what I've got!" I said proudly displaying the comforter. 

"An open robe?" he responded pointing to the front of my robe hanging open loosely. I snatched it shut quickly and rolled my eyes. 

"A blanket," I said smartly, placing one end around his shoulders. I sat down beside him and threw the rest of the blanket across us both. 

I snuggled up to him and he kissed the top of my head. I smiled at him warmly and he caressed my cheek. 

"Do you have a hairbrush I could borrow?" he asked, stroking my head. I turned and reached for the one I had left on the table days earlier. I handed it to him and snuggled back up against him. Suddenly I felt a brush comb slowly through my hair. It glided easily from the top of my head all the way down the length of my curly hair. Jamie made long, careful strokes. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes. He put the brush aside and then began to let his fingers dance through my hair. "You are so beautiful," he said. I could sit here and hold you all day." 

"I could sit here and let you hold me all day," I said laughing gently. He laughed too and continued to caress my head. "I feel like I haven't slept at all," I told him. "I mean, I could go back to sleep right now. We just woke up less than an hour ago."

"Mhmm," he agreed with closed eyes. "It's just getting onto noon time. I'm already getting sleepy too, though." I yawned. Nothing more was said and we fell asleep like that once more. 

I awoke, my head in Jamie's lap. I yawned and stretched while lying down. Jamie was still asleep, his head against the arm of the sofa and his arm slung across my body. It was dark inside the house, save the light cast by the fire. I could barely make out the clock on the mantle. It read 5:30. I quietly rose to my feet after escaping from Jamie's loose hold. I looked in the cabinet and found some cereal that I could snack on while the power was out. I returned to my seat with a box of Lucky Charms and pulled the cover over myself once again. As I began to crunch on the cereal, Jamie stirred and opened his eyes. He yawned and sat up to a straighter position. He smiled as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. 

"What time is it?" he asked groggily. 

"Five thirty," I said. I offered him the box of Lucky Charms. "Dinner?"

He smiled and took a handful for himself. After getting sick of the sugary taste of the cheap cereal, we set it aside. Jamie rubbed his neck with a wince. 

"Sleep wrong?" I asked. 

"I don't think my neck is supposed to bend that way," he joked. I crawled behind him and knelt up. I began to rub his neck slowly. I kneaded the muscles slowly with my fingertips and thumbs. As I moved down to his shoulders, I slid the robe down his arms. As I pushed it down, the entire robe came open and Jamie made no effort to put it back on. I teasingly ran my fingers across his collarbone and kissed the back of his neck as I massaged. I looked over him and, by the firelight, saw his cock begin to stiffen. I stopped massaging his neck and ran both of my hands down the front of his body from behind. He grabbed hold of my arms and swung me around swiftly. He cradled my head in the crook of his elbow and supported my waist with his other arm. He leaned in and kissed my neck up and down. He let me down gently into his lap and reached up to the hollow of my throat with his index finger. He traced it down my skin to the top of my robe. He moved his lips up next to my ear and whispered to me urgently. "Please tell me it's 'later'." 

"Yes," I whispered back. "It's later…" 

Jamie lay me back on the down comforter and began to kiss my neck. He started below my ear and made his way down to my collarbone gingerly. His lips moved to the hollow of my throat and he kissed his way up to my jawbone. He traced it with his soft, supple, lips. He made his way to my mouth and he kissed my lips with unbelievable gentility. He kissed me and caressed me as though I were a fragile flower. His tongue touched my lips, pleading softly for entrance. I granted it to him, letting my tongue mesh with his. He took control of my bottom lip, kissing and pulling at it with his. I kissed back against him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He moved back down my neck and kissed across my chest in the opening that my robe provided. He reached down and untied the sash that held it closed. He moved his hands up the lapels and slid them to the sides, exposing my breasts. He kissed my left shoulder and moved down to my breast. He extended his tongue and touched it lightly to my nipple. It responded immediately, hardening beneath his warmth. He covered my entire areola with his mouth and began to suckle gently. His hand massaged my breast while his lips and tongue transferred electricity from my nipple to my pussy. I could feel myself dripping already. He backed off and then did the same to the other side, starting at my bare shoulder and moving down to my nipple. I watched his expert mouth in the firelight, the flames licking at the shadows of his profile. He moved his mouth to the opening between my breasts and he kissed it softly. Both of his hands made claims upon my breasts and kneaded them tenderly. As his fingers rolled my nipples between them, his mouth moved down to my stomach. He used the tip of his tongue to go down further and further, pushing the robe aside until I was lying completely naked before him. He kissed the spot just above my mound and sat back to take my leg into his hands. He caressed my thigh and calf with his fingertips and began to kiss up the inside of my thigh. He neared my pussy and switched to my other leg. He let his fingers linger until I had goosebumps all over and then he began his ascension until his mouth was just in front of my pussy. He traced the slit with the tip of his tongue and kissed the lips. With his thumbs, he parted them and dove in with his mouth. He immediately began to explore my inner folds and suck on everything he found. He held my thighs with his hands, stroking the sensitive flesh on the inner parts. He ran his tongue from my opening up to the spot above my clit and then kissed my clit itself. I shivered against him and he began to apply more direct pressure. He rolled it around with his tongue. I moaned loudly as his tongue continued its pleasuring assault on my sex. He inserted a finger into me without warning and began pumping in and out of me quickly. I came immediately around his finger, contracting and releasing as he continued to pump it in me relentlessly. He latched his lips onto my clit while I was coming down from my orgasm and sucked hard. As I shot into another climax, he quickly pushed a second finger into me and pumped hard. He began to push against my g-spot, as he had done before, and I writhed against him in pure ecstasy. My body shook violently against his mouth as I screamed. He stopped his sucking and slowed down with his fingers. He let me float down gently, lapping up my juices. He moved himself up from between my legs and began kissing and stroking my face slowly, bringing me down from my high. I grabbed onto his shoulders, still shuddering.

"Are you all right?" he asked in a whispering voice, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. I was panting and I could barely find mind enough to answer. 

"I'm fine, Jamie," I finally said, my shakes stopping. "That was amazing." He kissed my lips again. His naked body hovered over mine, the tip of his cock touching the inside of my thigh. I looked into his beautiful, dark eyes. I reached up and caressed his cheek and my heart began to race. Before I could give it another thought, my mouth began to speak. "I want you, Jamie. I want you to take me. I don't want anyone else…only you." He ran his thumb across my cheekbone.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he whispered. "You can always say no." 

"I want you so badly, Jamie," I whispered back. "I'm more ready than I'll ever be." Jamie leaned down and kissed me lovingly as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I bent my knees up and spread my legs slowly as he positioned himself between them. I felt the tip of his cock brush my slit. He broke the kiss, his lips just millimeters from my own. His breathing had become somewhat labored and he pushed his cock against my opening. The head began to slide in, stretching me fiercely. "Ahhhh!" I groaned, wincing. Jamie kissed my lips and started to pull out of me. 

"Oh, God, Brandee. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." I opened my eyes and managed a smile. 

"You're not hurting me," I said soothingly. I kissed him and pushed my hips toward him. He began to push into me again, stretching the opening. I held him tighter and tighter. The head of his cock had gotten all the way into me when I felt a little bit of pressure and he stopped. 

"Hold onto me, Brandee," he said leaning down further. I gripped his back as tightly as I could. With one quick push, he broke my maidenhood, pushing half of himself into me. I cried out as a sharp pain pierced through my loins. Jamie covered my face in sweet kisses as the pain subsided. He continued pushing in until it felt like he was touching my innermost point. He withdrew slowly, almost all the way and thrust back in. Instead of the pain I had anticipated, the lubrication from my own arousal let him slide in and out painlessly. I sighed and smiled. Jamie moved in and out of me slowly, kissing my neck as he did so. He slowly knelt up, still inside me, and took my legs in his hands. He slung them over his shoulders and began to pump in and out. The new position felt wonderful. I moaned loudly with every stroke. This fueled his desire and he began to pump faster. I was panting and moaning, loving his cock inside me. 

"Oh, Jamie," I moaned. "Harder…Oh God…harder…"

He began to push into me hard, my pussy taking him entirely now. The head of his cock slammed deep within me and I loved every minute of it. He was thrusting hard, our bodies slamming together. 

"Oh, fuck, Jamie! Harder!" He immediately picked up speed while slamming his cock deep within me. He leaned forward on his hands; my legs still over his shoulders. I cried out as I felt him hit even deeper. He began to pound me as hard as he could, grunting and moaning. Jamie suddenly slowed down to a stop. Looking at me with a mischievous grin, he pulled his cock out until just the tip of the head was at my opening. Panting, I looked up at him curiously. He bit his lip and thrust as hard as he possibly could against me. The sharp pain of him hitting hard against my cervix made me cry out. "Again!" I yelled. He pulled back out and thrust again as hard as he could. I cried out again. "Oh, Jamie, more!" He continued to do it until he buried his cock deep in me and didn't let up on the pressure. He ground his pelvis against my clit and I screamed. An orgasm tore through me and I dug my nails into Jamie's shoulders. As my pussy clenched him, he began to fuck me hard again. Relentlessly, he fucked me hard and fast, moaning as I screamed with pleasure. Just as I was coming down, he buried himself deep one last time and sent me over the edge. He arched his back as I screamed and he emptied his seed within me. I felt short, hot spurts of semen being dumped into my pussy. Jamie, spent, let my legs down and collapsed on top of me. I could feel his heart beating against my chest. He kissed my neck weakly and rolled over. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair. I held him, as well. As our breathing returned to normal he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips but pulled back to look at me. 




Brandee's Move Ch. 06



"I love you, Brandee."