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It was the Beginning of Summer

By: Laurie



(This story is a combination of characters created by me and Cbsummers, and it is actually a prequel to Cbsummers' story Field Trip Follies. To say that he helped me by editing this story doesn't even cover how much he did. He was in reality my co-author. Thanks, Cb. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.)

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It was the beginning of summer as Amy Gleason sat with her friends Alyson Ferrie and Dana Lee Pruitt. Each dangled their feet in the pool occupying the Pruitt's backyard. The afternoon sun was high and bright in the cloudless, Florida sky. Amy giggled as she coughed and released the smoke she'd been keeping deep in her lungs. Then she passed the bong she'd been holding to her friend Alyson Ferrie. As Alyson wrapped her lips around the mouth of the bong, Amy relit it and watched as Alyson then sucked the marijuana smoke just as deeply into her lungs. She tried to hold it as long as Amy had but was soon coughing and releasing the smoke before passing the long tube shaped bong over to her best friend Dana Lee Pruitt.

As Dana Lee accepted her brother's bong from Alyson, Amy's phone began to ring. She fished it out of her purse and smiled when she saw Rashawne Williams' number on the phone. She immediately pressed the talk button and said, "Hey, handsome."

"What you doing?" Rashawne asked.

"Getting high with Alyson and Dana Lee."

"Who are they?"

Amy rolled her eyes and said, "You know who they are."

"No," he said. "Seriously. Which ones are they?"

"Alyson is the red head."

"Oh yeah, the chic with the ghetto booty and the nice rack."

"That's her."

"Who's the other one?"

"Come on. You know who Dana Lee is. She's a flag twirler in the Colorguard with Alyson, and she plays volleyball." Amy used her shoulder to secure the phone to her ear while Dana Lee held the bong up to her mouth so Amy could form her lips around it and suck her lungs full of smoke.

"Tall, blonde chick? Real skinny? Looks like she's anorexic?"

Amy released the smoke she'd been holding and enjoyed the fog, that was beginning to set in around her brain. That slow, heavy, everything is far away feel you got when you've smoked really good weed. She watched as Dana Lee passed the bong to Alyson. "She's not that skinny. She just wears baggy clothes all the time. If you saw the little yellow bikini she has on right now, you'd be drooling over her sweet little ass."

"She's got no tits at all."

Amy giggled. "That's true."

"Yellow bikini though?"

"Yep."

"Thong?"

"No," Amy shook her head as Alyson tried to pass the bong back to her. "Just regular bikini panties."

"What's the other one wearing?"

"Alyson?"

"Yeah, the one with the tits."

"She's got a green bikini. Same style. Matches her eyes."

"You ever see her naked?"

"Rashawne!"

"Just wondered if she had a red bush. Bet she's got freckles on her tits too."

"Did you just call me to be an asshole? Or did you have something in mind?"

"You working tonight?"

"Nope."

"Shit," he said. "I'm working. I was hoping you'd be there. Make the shift pass by faster."

"Sorry," Amy said. "I'm off tonight and all weekend too. Ericka is doing everything she can to cut my hours."

"Why would she do that?"

"Don't play stupid, Rashawne."

"I don't have to play. Seriously... I've told you a dozen times, there's nothing going on between me and Erika. She's the boss! And she's.. what? In her thirties at least! I mean, give me some credit. She's just playing mind games with you."

Amy giggled and took a short hit off the bong before Alyson broke it apart and repacked it from the bag of weed they'd swiped from Dana Lee's brother. Then she said, "Why'd you call?"

"You didn't tell what you're wearing yet."

"That's right. I didn't"

"Come on."

Partly from the effects of the weed and partly from being a little embarrassed to describe how naked she was, Amy giggled again. "I have this teeny tiny bikini I bought at the Town Center."

"Go on."

"It's gold. What there is of it. Barely covers anything at all. Just some gold material over my privates and some gold string the size of really thick dental floss."

"Mmmm. Sounds yummy."

Amy giggled. "Yeah. I was nervous putting it on. Dana Lee's brother is here, but he's in his room asleep. Stoned off his ass actually. Dana Lee went and stole his bong and his stash and he didn't even move."

"Damn. I bet you look hot in that. Gold material huh? Shiny?"

"Yeah. It's shiny."

"Sweet. That fits you. Short, curly blonde hair, deep blue eyes, tan and just a little glitter to cover up with."

"Rashawne," Amy said. "I know you didn't call just to see what we were wearing."

"Let's get together and kick it some tomorrow. Since you're off all day."

"Okay," Amy said. "What do you want to do?"

"Figure it out tomorrow. You coming by to get your check tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Sweet. I'll see you at the store then."

"Yeah. See you," Amy said right before she clicked off the phone and dropped it back into her purse.

Minus the distraction, the three friends sat in their bikinis in the shallow end of Dana Lee's pool passing and relighting her brother's bong until there was no weed left in the bowl and none in the bag to re-pack it with. When the bong had completely burned out, Dana Lee stood to her full 5' 10" and walked the bong back into her house so she could sneak it back into her brother's room before he woke up. Amy watched Alyson admire Dana Lee's slim, firm ass as she walked to the house. She smiled. Alyson was so hopelessly in love with their friend that it was amazing that no one seemed to recognize it except for Amy.

The three had been close friends since they were five and six years old and their mothers had enrolled them in the same gymnastics slash dance class. Amy and Alyson's mothers were actually partners in the same law firm, so Amy knew why Alyson did her best to keep how she felt about Dana Lee to herself. Imagine Anne Coulter with red hair and breast augmentation and you'd have Alyson's mother. Completely 100 percent tea bag conservative, and completely anti-gay. Poor Alyson didn't have a chance in the world to be herself. Such a shame, Amy thought. Because Dana Lee really did have a cute butt.

Alyson looked over at Amy and said, "What are you giggling at?"

Oops. "I always giggle when I'm stoned. You know that."

"Yeah, right."

Before Amy could think of a reply, Dana Lee emerged from the house with three beers and a pack of cigarettes, her face covered with a weird smile. She handed a beer each to Amy and Alyson before she extracted a cigarette and passed the pack to Alyson who took one and then handed it to Amy. After Amy lit each of their cigarettes with her lighter, Dana Lee finally began to giggle hysterically. She laughed so hard that tears began to flow out of her sky blue eyes and down her cheeks. Amy and Alyson looked at each other in wonder.

Finally, as Dana Lee's laughter began to subside, Amy said, "That was some really good shit we smoked. Really good. But I think you're way more fucked up than me or Alyson."

Dana Lee let Alyson hug her and Amy smiled as she watched Alyson stroke her secret lover's long, silky, blonde hair. So secret that Dana Lee didn't even know it. Amy giggled at the thought.

Alyson looked her way and gave her a look of puzzlement before saying, "What the fuck is up with both of you?"

Dana Lee began to chuckle and giggle again but finally was able to say, "When I went upstairs and snuck David's bong back into his room, his sheet had fallen off of him."

Amy and Alyson both shrugged and said almost in unison, "Yeah, so?"

"He sleeps naked."

"Oh Jesus, Dana Lee," Alyson declared. "I know you've seen your brother naked before. Fuck. I've even seen him naked. The jerk gets his kicks out of accidentally walking out of the shower naked when Amy or I are over here."

Amy pursed her lips together and leaned her head to one side as she said in agreement, "It's true, Dana Lee. Your brother's a fucking perv."

Dana Lee waved them off and said, "Yeah. Yeah. He's a perv. I know. And yeah I've seen his dick before, but this time."

"This time what?"

Dana Lee held her two index fingers about eight inches apart and said, "He had the most massive boner I've ever fucking seen."

"Get the fuck out of here," Amy said as Alyson sat uncomfortably. She hated, literally hated, when Dana Lee talked about cock. Unfortunately, she talked about it more and more.

"No. I'm serious. It's fucking huge."

"Did you touch it?"

"Amy!" Alyson screeched. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What?" Amy said. "It was just a question."

"Of course she didn't touch it," Alyson said with a little more calm. "Tell her Dana Lee."

They both looked back at Dana Lee who was dragging on her cigarette trying to hide her sheepish expression. She slowly let out a long stream of smoke and said, "Wellllll."

Amy began to laugh and said, "You did. You did. You fucking touched it."

"I just wanted to see if I could wrap my fingers around it." She paused, giggled again, and said, "I couldn't."

Amy laughed so hard she nearly dropped her beer and cigarette. Even Alyson laughed a bit reluctantly as she took a deep drag on her cigarette and then took a long pull on her bottle of Bud Lite. At least Alyson outwardly appeared to be laughing even though inwardly she shuddered. No fucking way she did that. She's just fucking with us. I know she didn't do that. No fucking way she did that.

Amy took a moment to look her over as Alyson snuffed out the cigarette and sat down her bottle of beer. Then Alyson began to rummage through her bag until she found her bottle of sun block. It was only the middle of June, but while the Florida sun was already turning Amy and Dana Lee's skin more and more bronze, Alyson's skin was still as milky white as the day she was born. Amy's short, wavy, blonde hair and Dana Lee's long, silky-straight, blonde hair both just got blonder and blonder with each day in the sun. The darker their skin got, the lighter their hair got. But, with Alyson's flaming red hair, emerald green eyes and spattering of freckles, she would clearly never do anything but burn if she did not apply and vigorously reapply her sun block. She envied both her friend's ability to lay in the sun and tan rather than burn, just as they both envied her big boobs, flaring hips and round ass. She had a flat tummy just like both her friends, but hers was a bit softer, more feminine, not an athletic six pack like both Amy and Dana Lee possessed. Alyson had more of the classic female figure. Trim but still shapely. Amy and Dana Lee were shapely in their own right, but more muscular and jockish than Alyson. Also, seeing them together could at times seem a bit comical. Dana Lee was almost six feet tall, Amy was just barely over five feet tall, and Alyson was right in the middle at five feet six inches.

To that, Alyson suppressed a giggle of her own at the nickname they'd given themselves but never shared with anyone. The ABC girls. That was Dana Lee's creation, invented to describe their cup sizes. A for Dana Lee, B for Amy and C for Alyson. With her flat chest, narrow hips, and sinewy limbs, all Dana Lee would have needed to pass for a young boy was a dick. Alyson sighed. Thank god she doesn't have one of those.

"Hello. Earth to fucking Alyson."

She broke her trance and looked over at Amy. "Huh?"

"I said," Amy said. "Do you want me to do your back?"

"Do my back?"

"The sun block, sweetie," Dana Lee said. "Do you want her to put the sun block on your back?"

"Oh. Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," Alyson said as she held the sun block out for Amy to take. "Do my back."

Amy accepted the sun block and said, "Are you sure? Maybe you want Dana Lee to do it."

Oh fuck. The fucking bitch knows. Suppressing her fear, Alyson said, "Don't be a goof, Amy. Just rub it in for me."

Amy began to rub the cream deep into Alyson's shoulders and back as Dana Lee crushed out her cigarette and dipped herself under the water and did an impromptu hand stand. Amy leaned her lips close to Alyson's ear as she continued to rub and asked her, "Feels good doesn't it?"

"Uh huh," Alyson admitted softly.

They both watched as Dana Lee stood on her hands and turned a circle in the pool. Her lips still close to Alyson's ear, Amy said, "Damn. Her tight little ass looks good in that yellow bikini. Too bad she's not wearing a thong though. We'd see a little more skin."

"Uh huh," Alyson said again as she stared at her secret lover's ass. So secret that her secret lover didn't even know. Then her eyes went wide. Shit. The bitch knows, and she's fucking with me about it.

Dana Lee continued to play and do tricks in the pool. As Amy finished applying the sun block to Alyson's back, she handed the bottle back to her and said, "Here. Do me."

Puzzled, Alyson said, "Why?"

"Just do me. We've been out here four hours. We've got the rest of the summer for me to turn black."

"Black like Rashawne?"

"Shit," Amy said as she rolled her eyes and lay face down on the lounger along the side of the pool. "He's so fucking fine, but he thinks I'm just this dumb little blonde cheerleader that'll do anything just to get tapped by a jock."

Alyson giggled. "But you are a dumb little blonde cheerleader."

Amy giggled too and said, "Fuck you very much."

Alyson began to rub the cream slowly into Amy's back, down to her ass, even rubbing some into Amy's ass cheeks before she began rubbing more of it into the backs of Amy's thighs. "I think he likes you. I see him looking at you, and he actually talks to you, not like he does the girls he hooks up with."

As Amy rolled over onto her back, Alyson offered her the bottle so she could do her front herself. But, Amy shook her head and said, "You do it, sweetie."

Alyson hesitated as she watched Amy close her eyes and enjoy the sun. God. Her body is so fucking hot. And this bikini, it doesn't cover nothing. Nothing. Just her nips and her pussy. That is fucking it. Fuck. This little bitch is making me wet, and she fucking knows it. Finally, she shrugged as she looked over at Dana Lee and saw her still playing in the water.

She poured the cream onto the front of Amy's shoulders and made two lines down her muscular tummy. Then she slowly began to sensually rub the cream into Amy's skin.

She hesitantly rubbed a little lotion into the outer portion of each one of Amy's boobs. She felt Amy squirm with her touch and almost thought she heard her moan. Without even realizing it, Alyson had slipped the material away from Amy's nipples exposing them to the warm summer breeze. Slowly, Alyson circled each nipple with her lotion covered thumbs and then softly brushed her thumbs across each nipple. Each girl gasped at Alyson's touch. Oh fuck. I want this bitch bad. Oh fuck. What the fuck am I doing?

"Nice," Amy purred so softly that Alyson would never have been able to hear her except that everything else was completely tuned out at that moment.

A soft moan escaped Amy's lips as Alyson opened her friend's legs and ever so slowly rubbed more sun block into her inner thighs.

"Damn, girl," Amy said. "You can do that all fucking day."

At that, Alyson began to rub higher and higher up Amy's inner thighs until she was just about to enter Amy's pussy. Her right thumb slipping under the material and was just barely tracing the lips of Amy's pussy, ever so slightly parting them, when Dana Lee popped out of the water and said, "What up, chicks?"

Horrified at what she'd been doing, Alyson quickly dropped the bottle of Coppertone and said, "Nothing, sweetie. Just waiting for you to get me another beer." Oh my god. I'm such a fucking freak. I was seconds away from ripping her bikini bottoms completely off and burying my face so deep into her pussy. Shit. I wanted to go down on her so fucking much. Mom would die if she knew what a major dyke I am. No. She wouldn't die. She'd kill me first and then she'd die. Either that or she'd drag me back to church and make me lay face down in a prayer circle while her pastor laid hands on me.

Amy, who had just as quickly re-covered her nipples from Dana Lee's view, abruptly sat up, winked at Alyson, and said, "I'll get them."

As Amy strolled toward the house, letting her ass roll for Alyson's benefit, Dana Lee said, "Don't you be going up and molesting my brother."

"Don't worry," Alyson said. Fuck! I want to eat that ass! "Your brother's not dark enough for her taste."

Amy smiled and flipped her middle finger at Alyson before opening the door and stepping into the house.

In less than a minute, Amy was walking out of the house, three ice cold Bud Lites in her hand. She handed one to Alyson first and as she handed the other to Dana Lee, the tall blonde accepted the beer from Amy and said, "Here's to us. Seniors at last."

They clinked their bottles together and the three of them said, "To us. The three hottest bitches in Silver Lake High's Class of 2012."

They all giggled, and Dana asked. "What did you think of my brother's cock?"

Alyson blushed and turned away as Amy said, "I didn't go check out your brother."

"Uh huh," Dana Lee said. "Guess he really isn't dark enough for you."

Alyson chuckled despite her distaste with the topic of cock. Amy laughed too and said, "What's up with him anyway? It's almost five and he's still in fucking bed. Fucking ridiculous."

"I know," Dana Lee said. "But he got all A's last semester so Mom and Dad let him do whatever the fuck he wants. It's a pain though. He's always lurking around even when Mom and Dad aren't home. Girl has no privacy at all."

"Privacy for what?" Amy teased.

"You know."

"Oh," Amy said. "Does Dana Lee want to masturbate?"

She waved her hand and said, "I do that whether he's here or not."

They all laughed again and knowingly touched bottles together. Amy took a sip of her beer and said, "Do you really?"

"Huh," Dana Lee said.

"Do you really masturbate? Even if he's here?"

Dana Lee begin to fidget but refused to let Amy make her back down. "Yeah."

"When's the last time?"

"Huh?"

"The last time," Amy said. "When's the last time you masturbated? I masturbated this morning."

"Is your brother home too?"

Amy giggled. "Not this time." Not getting an answer from Dana Lee, Amy looked at Alyson and asked, "What about you?"

Dodging the question, Alyson said, "I don't have a brother."

They all laughed, and Dana Lee said, "Okay. I masturbated about half an hour before y'all got here."

They both looked at Alyson. Nervous. Ashamed. Yet excited. Alyson said, "I wasn't really asleep when you called me this morning."

"You were masturbating?" Amy said.

She lowered her eyes. "Yes." I didn't stop either.

"You didn't stop either, did you?"

Alyson blushed. Deeply. Amy wanted to delve further, and perhaps she would have before, but she felt more bonded now with Alyson than she ever had before so she let it go. Instead, she turned to Dana Lee and said, "What's the need for more privacy then?"

"Well. Tanner and I are trying to find some alone time."

Alyson looked up and said, "You said you weren't going out with him after what happened after the prom."

It was Amy's turn to be puzzled, "What happened after the prom?"

Alyson covered her mouth and gave Dana Lee a look that said, Oops, sorry.

Dana Lee hugged her and kissed her forehead and said, "Don't sweat it, sweetie."

Amy smiled. Young love. "One of you spill it."

"We were making out in the back of his mom's Impala," Dana Lee said. "He kisses really good. Got me so fucking hot. My pussy was drenched."



It was the Beginning of Summer



Just like Alyson's was a few minutes ago when she was working me with that Coppertone. Mine too, actually.

"He had his hand up my dress and he was fingering me and it felt so good that I let him keep going until he made me cum. Then he took his dick out of his tux and he wanted to fuck me, but he didn't have a condom so I wouldn't let him."

Amy stole a glance at Alyson and watched her squirm, clearly uncomfortable hearing the story again. Tortured even.

Dana Lee continued, "He was begging me to fuck him, but I wouldn't do it without a condom. I started giving him a hand job though, and while I was stroking him he pushed my head down to his dick. I took it in my mouth and started sucking. I remembered what you told me about sucking it just like a straw trying to get the last bit of a milkshake. Guess you're a good tutor because he was moaning real quick."

Feeling Amy's eyes on her, Alyson tried to hide her fidgets by taking a long pull on her bottle. God, Dana Lee. Will you just hurry the fuck up and finish this stupid fucking story?

"I kept sucking when he started moaning and he didn't give me any warning at all. He just came in my mouth without telling. I tried to swallow, but I wasn't ready and I pulled back off of his cock. He kept cumming though and blasted me in the face with a couple of spurts and then he came all over my dress. I had to pour wine on it and tell Mom someone spilt a drink on me so she wouldn't find out what really happened."

Amy laughed and said, "How did you not tell me that before?"

"Alyson didn't want me to tell you."

"Why?"

They both looked at Alyson and she just shrugged.

"Anyway," Dana Lee continued. "We want to fuck so bad that's all we can think about. But with David lurking around all day long, there's no chance."

"What about his house?"

"His mom doesn't work."

Before Amy could offer another suggestion, Alyson jumped in and desperately said, "Why are you doing this? We said we were going to stay virgins."

"I know, Alyson. I know, but I get so fucking horny. I want his cock inside me so bad. I want to know what it feels like. It's all I think about."

"How can that be all you think about?" Alyson almost screamed.

Dana Lee looked confused. Amy placed her hand on top of Alyson's, gently caressed it, and whispered softly, "Chill, girl. You're losing it."

"What's the matter with you?" Dana Lee asked.

Fuck. That weed was really fucking strong. I'm out of control. Fuck it. If she wants cock, there's nothing I can do about it. She's as straight as my mom. She'll never want me. Fuck. Alyson quickly composed herself and said, "Nothing. I'm sorry. Why don't you just take him to Amy's apartment tonight?"

Dana Lee looked at Amy who shrugged and said, "My dad and my brother are off hauling a load to Portland. Probably won't be back until Monday or Tuesday. You can go there and fuck if you want to."

"Are you serious?"

"Sure," Amy said. "Why the fuck not?" Then she turned to Alyson and said, "Let's go out tonight. We'll get good and fucked up. Maybe even actually get fucked."

Alyson shrugged, "Okay. You want me to pick you up?"

Amy shook her head and said, "No. I've got to go pick up my paycheck. Just meet me at Winn-Dixie and we'll go to Jack Sparrow's. It's right there."

*

Rashawne finished collecting the last shopping cart and walked back into Winn-Dixie through the automatic doors. He smiled at Ericka Davis who was the customer service supervisor and said, "Can I take my break now?"

The tall, light skinned, black woman, with three inch long dreads that were dyed burgundy red finished overriding the register she was opening for a new cashier and said, "Sure. I'm due for mine too. I'll meet you back there."

The cashiers at register one and the customer service desk gave each other a knowing smile as Ericka did the last steps to set up the register and slowly walked through the frozen food aisle to the rear of the store.

When she entered the employee lounge, Rashawne was sitting on the sofa drinking a Mountain Dew and eating a turkey sandwich. She waited for him to take the last bite of his sandwich before taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. She was tall for a woman. At 5" 9", she was only an inch or two shorter than Rashawne. In her heels, she looked him directly in the eye as she brought her lips to his and softly melted them together into a kiss.

Rashawne didn't know exactly how old Ericka was, but he assumed she had to be at least as old as his mother. But he didn't give a shit. She was a fine looking woman, with massive tits, and a nice round ass, and her pussy felt as good as any other girl he'd fucked. And unlike girls his own age, Erika didn't expect any romance or chit-chat. All she wanted from him was a good, hard fuck. But as hot as sex with Ericka was, she was such a fucking bitch that he was desperate to drop her, like the bad habit she was. Particularly now that he had Amy in his sights.

He broke the kiss before her tongue found his and said, "We said we weren't going to do this anymore."

She hastily began to pull his beige Winn-Dixie polo shirt out of his black work pants and lifted it over his head. He gasped as her hands roamed his muscular torso and she playfully massaged his left nipple with her tongue just before she not so gently bit it. Then her lips met his again and he offered no resistance as her hands found his belt and began to undo it. Once his fly was open, his dick popped into her left hand and quickly grew to its full nine inches as she softly stroked it.

"Oh my god, Ericka," he gasped. "This is crazy."

She bit his bottom lip, drew blood, and said, "Shut up and fuck me."

"Here?"

She shook her head. "No. Into the ladies room. None of the cashiers are due for a break until I lock their register for them."

Without complaint or argument, he followed her into the female staff restroom and was doing a little hop as he tried to step out of his pants without removing his Jordans. His pants still around his ankles, she pushed him against the sink counter and dropped to her knees to take his cock into her mouth. Her cheeks began to hollow and his hands found their way into her hair, tightly gripping her short dreads. Softly she let his dick slide down her throat until the head of his nine inch cock was massaging her tonsils. Then she began to slowly work her head up and down the length of his cock massaging it with her tongue, tasting and swallowing his delicious pre-cum.

Then she stood, letting him lift her shirt over her head between kisses. He unclasped the hook at the back of her bra, letting her caramel colored D cups fall free as she kicked off her shoes and slid her pants and thong down her smooth caramel colored thighs. As soon as she stepped her feet free from the black pants, he became the aggressor and quickly bent her over the sink counter. He slipped two fingers into her freshly shaved pussy from behind and then leaned forward, his free hand cupping her left tit and tweaking the nipple erect. He let his lips touch her ear as he said, "I don't have a rubber, Ericka."

"Fuck me anyway."

"You sure?"

"Yes," she hissed. "I'm on the pill now." She gasped as he entered her to the hilt in one smooth stroke. "Oh fuck. Your cock feels so fucking good."

He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. All the way in until his balls were tickling the backs of her thighs. Then all the way out until just the head was left inside her, barely parting the lips of her pussy. Back and forth like that he went. He liked being able to watch her facial expressions in the mirror as he continued to pump her with his cock. She'd moan, gasp, squint her eyes, form her mouth into an oh as she would say the word, "Oh. Oh. Oooooh."

Then she'd drop her head down and bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming. At that point, he began to shorten and increase the speed of his thrusts. As she bit her lip to keep her own orgasm silent, he felt it being harder and harder to hold back his own building cum. He tried to slow his thrusts again to maintain control, but she felt his hips decelerating and began to thrust her ass back to meet him, forcing him to maintain the tempo he'd established. When finally he could no longer hold back his cum, he quickly pulled out and stepped to the side to offer her his cock. She gladly, greedily even, accepted the offering and wrapped her full lips around the head of his cock and began to suck.

Within seconds, he was cumming and shooting blast after blast into her mouth. As he shot into her mouth and the first blast slid down her tongue and into her throat, she swallowed and kept swallowing with each blast. Sucking his glorious eighteen-year-old dick until he was completely drained, not allowing a single drop to hit the floor. When there was finally no cum left to suck from him, she let his cock slip from her mouth. Still firm and rigid. She smiled as she held the cock and said, "Good. We got more fucking to do."

*

Amy stepped through the automatic doors into Winn-Dixie and smiled as soon as she saw Joann Garner at the customer service desk. Joann took a look at Amy dressed in a little white tank top, clearly no bra beneath it, that rode up above her navel showing everyone her gold stud pierced through her bellybutton. Her purple low rider jeans, that were so tight they looked like purple body paint, were shoved down into a pair of tan cowboy boots. She'd straightened her normally wavy, shoulder length, blonde hair and combed it so that her bangs fell over her eyebrows and had dangling gold earrings in each ear.

Joann whistled softly and said, "You look good enough to eat, little girl."

Amy blushed, but smiled a little wider. She liked the 50 year old black mother of three. She could be a little abrupt, but she'd always been nice to Amy. She'd even let her sleep on her sofa a few times, when she'd had fights with her mom, back before she'd turned 18 and was finally able to move in with her dad without her mom being able to have him arrested. I'll have to take her out to dinner one night this summer. Just me and her.

"Thanks, Joann. You know where my check is?"

Joann smiled, but bitterness gnawed at her heart. She'd let Amy sleep on her couch at least a dozen times but the precious little princess had never once offered anything in return. Spoiled brat. What goes around comes around. Thinks she's too fucking good for my son. Let her see how life really is.

"You'll have to ask Ericka. I don't know where she put it."

"Know where she is?"

"Try the break room."

"Sweet," Amy said. "Catch y'all later."

Amy headed back through the frozen food aisle in the direction of the staff lounge. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Nancy Green at register one said, "Why'd you send her back there?"

Joann shrugged and said, "Girl's obviously going out to party. She needs her check."

"You know Ericka put them in the drawer."

"I don't know that she did that. Besides, Ericka's the boss, not me. She should give her her check."

"You know Ericka is back there with Rashawne."

"Yeah I know."

"And you know Amy's sweet on him."

"I know that too."

"You're such a bitch, Joann."

"You're three for three."

*

Amy stepped through the doors that read Staff Only and gave a puzzled look when she saw someone's Winn-Dixie shirt laying on the floor. Shit. Where the fuck is Ericka? Oh well. I don't have to have my check. I might as well pee while I'm here though. Jack Sparrow's has the coldest beer in Jacksonville, but it doesn't exactly have the cleanest place to sit and take a piss. Amy giggled.

She pushed open the restroom door and was met with the sight of Ericka Davis sitting on the sink counter wearing nothing but a pair of white socks. Her melon sized boobs bouncing up and down as Rashawne Williams worked his cock in and out of her pussy.

Amy's eyes fixated on how long Ericka's chocolate colored nipples were and how they contrasted with the coffee with three creams color of the rest of her body.

Rashawne's skin by comparison was coffee black all the way. As Amy stood dumbfounded by what she'd walked into, Ericka finally spotted her between gasps and screamed, "Oh fuck! Get the fuck out, you little white cunt!"

Rashawne also spotted her in the mirror and immediately pulled his dick out of Ericka's pussy and tried unsuccessfully to cover his hammer up with his hands.

Horrified. Amy quickly turned and ran from the break room, straight through the store and out the door without stopping to talk to anyone. As Nancy and Joann watched her run through the automatic doors, Joann said, "Don't think she got her check."

*

Amy's hands were shaking slightly as she sat in her red Chevrolet Cruze and dug into her purse until she'd found the clear plastic baggie. She'd picked it up from her neighbor, Katie Jimenez, just before she'd left her apartment. She located her mirror and laid it flat on the car's center console. Then she sprinkled a little white powder from the plastic baggie onto the mirror. She put the baggie back in her purse and used her debit card to separate the pile of white powder into four individual lines. She dropped the card back into her purse and extracted an already rolled up twenty dollar bill.

Alyson sat in the passenger seat watching. They'd met in the Winn-Dixie parking lot just before Amy went into the store to get her paycheck. Amy had gone into the store as cheerful as Alyson had ever seen her and came out looking like she'd seen a ghost. Amy hadn't said a word when she came back to the car. Just opened her purse and started digging. Alyson sat and watched, saying and doing nothing until Amy used the bill to snort two of the lines off the mirror. Amy gave her head a little shake from side to side after she sat up from doing the second line and inhaled deeply through her nose to make sure she left no residue in her nostrils. Fuck yeah. That is good motherfucking cocaine.

As Amy handed the bill to Alyson, Alyson said, "You okay?"

Amy shook her head but didn't say anything as she shut her eyes and leaned back against her door, the back of her head resting on the window glass. Alyson watched her a moment, shrugged, and looked at the cocaine lined up on top of Amy's mirror. Shit. I should just do it. I've been wanting to for a long fucking time. Almost as long as I've wanted to suck Dana Lee's pussy. Mom would freak. Everything I want to do. Mom would freak.

"Just do it, baby," Amy said to her. "You know you want to. We've talked about it a dozen times."

She looked up and saw Amy's eyes were open and her pupils were already dilating. "Mom would freak. So would yours for that matter if she found out."

That made Amy smile. "Can you think of a better reason to do it?"

Alyson chuckled as she handed the bill back to Amy. "No, but I'm still not doing it."

Amy shrugged and snorted the last two lines herself. Then she pulled a bag of pre-rolled joints, also supplied by Katie Jimenez, from her purse. Alyson happily let Amy place one between her lips and light it for her with her cigarette lighter. Alyson took a deep drag, held the smoke in until she coughed, and said, "Now this I'll do all night long."

"Sweet," Amy said. "I've got a dozen joints in the bag and don't plan to have any left when we go home."

*

"Why are we coming here?" Tanner asked as Dana Lee led him up the steps to Amy's upstairs apartment.

"Amy's dad and brother are out of town. She told me to pick up a flick and bring it over."

Tanner wondered what was eating Dana Lee. She was so fucking anxious. Bitchy even, which wasn't like her at all. She was usually sweet and funny. What the fuck is up with her tonight? Must be on the rag. He decided it would be best not to make a move on her tonight.

Tanner shrugged and stood behind Dana Lee as she rang Amy's doorbell. "Looks like she's not home."

Dana Lee turned the knob. The door was unlocked just like Amy told her she would leave it. Tanner followed as Dana Lee stepped into the apartment. After she flipped on the lights and called out to the empty apartment, she turned back to Tanner and said nervously, "She must have gone out. Get us a beer out of the fridge and I'll text her."

Tanner returned from Amy's kitchen with two of her dad's Coronas in his hand. He handed one to Dana Lee and she took a sip and said, "She went out with Alyson. I guess she forgot that she invited us over."

Tanner shrugged and said, "Let's go to the movies then."

Shit, Dana Lee thought. How can he be so fucking dumb? "We've already got a movie. Let's just watch it here."

"Oh," he said. "Okay. I guess we can do that." He chuckled and took a long swallow of his Corona. "We even have beer here."

Beer. He's got me alone and is about to have me out of my clothes, and beer is the fucking selling point for him. She handed him the DVD and said, "Just put the fucking movie in." What am I doing with such a fucking dumbass? I should call this whole thing off.

She sat on the sofa and kicked off her flip flops as he figured out how to work Amy's home entertainment system. By the time he figured it out and had the DVD started, Dana Lee had lit a cigarette and sat impatiently with her legs crossed taking a deep drag on the cigarette. She held it in briefly, getting the nicotine's full effect before releasing a stream of smoke.

Grinning broadly from his accomplishment, he turned to her and said, "Got it, babe." Seeing her taking another drag on the cigarette, he said, "You sure it's cool for you to smoke in here?"

Dana Lee rolled her eyes and said, "Amy does it."

"Still," Tanner said. "Her dad might not like people smoking in his apartment."

"Good fucking grief, Tanner," she said. "There's an ashtray on every level surface in the room. You really think I'm the only person that smokes in here?"

"Oh," he said, looking around. "I guess you're right."

He crossed the room from the TV over to the sofa and sat next to her. She took another drag on the cigarette as they watched the opening scene of No Strings Attached and said, "I hope this movie is as good as Alyson told me it was."

"Me too," Tanner said. "Maybe a good movie will make you a little less tense."

She smiled. Then she laughed. Sometimes Tanner wasn't so dumb after all. She was tense, and she was taking it out on him. Perhaps I should have just told him I was bringing him here to fuck. But what fun would that be?

She took a deep drag on the cigarette and expelled it slowly, letting go of her tension, and yanking out the stick that was rammed up her ass. She wanted this guy, as dumb as he was, so she let him take hold of her hand, snuggled against him, and rested her head on his shoulder as they continued to watch the movie. After a few minutes, he asked, "You want another beer?"

Tanner watched as she shook her head. I should kiss her. She's in such a mood though that she's likely to make me take her home if she doesn't want it. Fuck it.

He shifted so that he could lean his face down to hers and pressed their lips together softly. Her lips parted and he briefly sucked her top lip. Then her bottom lip. Slowly eased his tongue into her mouth. Then brought it back out and again briefly sucked one lip and then the other before slipping his tongue back into her mouth and letting it intertwine with hers. Holy motherfucker. She kisses so fucking good.

They continued to kiss until Tanner was sure he heard a little moan escape from Dana Lee's throat. They'd kissed again since prom, but never like this with her completely accepting of his tongue. Totally compliant. Fuck. I want to touch her body so fucking bad. I want her. I need her.




It was the Beginning of Summer



In their kissing and embracing, Dana Lee's tee shirt had come out of her jeans. As he continued to massage her tongue with his own, Tanner daringly placed his hand inside the shirt feeling her taut abs. No resistance. No warning to stop. No chiding. His hand slid higher. Up her torso. She's not wearing a bra. Her tits are so small she never wears one. I love her little titties.

His hand gripped her tiny boob and he tweaked her rubbery nipple until it grew to its full length. She had no tits at all. None. But her nipple was probably three quarters of an inch long. Maybe a full inch. God I want to suck this nipple. I want to bite it and chew it. Devour it.

He broke their kiss only long enough to pull her tee shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. Then as he leaned his lips into hers again, she was laying back, accepting his weight atop of her. Opening her legs. Moaning and returning his thrusts as he began to dry hump her through their jeans.

He softly nuzzled and sucked her neck and he continued to grind his denim covered cock against her denim covered pussy. She moaned and whimpered as she wrapped her slender legs tightly around his thighs and lifted her ass up to meet his thrusts into her. Matching him hump for hump. Oh my god. She wants to fuck. She wants it. Dana Lee Pruitt wants to fuck!

Dana Lee was frantic with lust. She began to fumble desperately at the button of Tanner's jeans. He instantly took the hint, and broke from her and began to peel down his jeans as he kicked off his tennis shoes. Within moments, his cock was free and raging. An angry, purple headed weapon ready to impale. She gasped at the sight of it. As he frantically unbuttoned her pants, yanked her jeans off her hips, down her thighs and off her feet; she was just as frantically searching for her purse. Pulling a condom from the bottom of the bag. Ripping it open with her teeth. Rolling it down the heat seeking missile that was his cock. Laying back again on the sofa. Legs open. Knees up. Gripping his cock so that she could guide it to her pussy. Gasping as the head parted her lips. Moaning. Crying out as the tip hit her hymen and met resistance. Screaming as he thrust forward violently tearing open the thin layer of skin. Sinking deep into her tight cunt. Sighing. It's done. Going limp as she felt his cock explode even through the condom.

*

Alyson took a drag on her cigarette and looked blearily over at Amy. She swayed a bit woozily on her stool as she watched Amy chatting with an older black man at the other end of the bar. I guess he's kind of nice looking. He's old though. Got to be at least 25 or 30. Least he has a decent hair cut instead of those awful dreads that fly all over the place. I don't get Amy. She could do better. Lots better.

Amy walked back to Alyson, looking a bit annoyed. Sat on the stool next to her, picked up the pack of cigarettes laying next to Alyson's drink and calmly pulled a cigarette out of the pack. Alyson offered her cigarette to her so she could use it to light her own. Amy accepted the offer, held the burning tip to the end of her cigarette and inhaled deeply. Her lips pursing as her cheeks hollowed during the long drag. Fascinated, Alyson watched as Amy coolly blew three smoke rings toward the ceiling. Finally, Alyson asked, "What's up with the old dude."

Amy shrugged and said, "Just chatted a moment."

"You get his number? Give him yours?"

Amy tried to hide her seething fury. "Actually, he wanted me to give him your number." Rejected by loser in a bar. Just fucking great.

Amy's phone, laying on the bar next to Alyson's cigarettes, began to vibrate. She picked it and looked at the number. Rashawne again. Fuck! When's he going to give it up? Like the motherfucker really thinks I want to fucking talk to his mother fucking ass right the fuck now. As she clicked off the phone, she laid it none too gently back on the bar.

Alyson was trying, with difficulty, to process what Amy had just told her. "Why's he want my number?" Alyson said disdainfully.

"You don't think he's cute?"

"Hardly," Alyson said.

She's slurring a little bit. Eyes are starting to glaze a little bit too. Amy eyed Alyson's near empty drink and said, "How many of those ice teas have you had? You know they put a lot of liquor in them?"

"Just my second one," Alyson spoke slowly and deliberately. Just like someone trying to hide how drunk they were. I need about a dozen, maybe two to get Dana Lee out of my fucking mind. Damn it, Dana Lee. Why are you with that fucking boy?

"Uh huh," Amy said. "Just two, huh."

"I might have had one or two of Mom's Xanax tabs too," she confessed.

"Ahhh," Amy said. "I see. What was it? One? Or two?"

"Okay," Alyson admitted. "It was two."

"Two, huh? How many did you swipe?"

"Three."

"Give me the other one," Amy demanded. "I don't want to have to carry you home."

Alyson looked carefully around the bar, reached into her purse until she found the Kleenex she'd wrapped the pills in and, hiding it in her palm, handed it to Amy. Amy, not caring who saw her, removed the Xanax tablet from the tissue, popped it in her mouth, washed it down with her Heineken, and then took another drag on her cigarette.

Alyson giggled and nearly fell off her stool. After she'd righted herself, she said, "You're such a crazy bitch, Amy."

"Crazy and horny. God I want to get laid."

"Go talk to your friend some more."

"I told you," Amy said. "He wants to fuck you."

"Actually," Alyson said with even more pronounced slur. "You just said he wanted my number."

Amy rolled her eyes. "I down played it. He could care less about your number. He just wants to take you into a stall in the men's room and bone you silly."

Alyson giggled, so Amy arched her eyebrows and said, "Interested?"

Amy's friend shook her head so that her red hair flipped from side to side and said very deliberately, "Not. My. Type."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Huh?" Alyson looked confused.

"Why isn't he your type?" Amy said. "Because he's older than us? Because he's black? Because he has a dick?"

Alyson giggled and said, "Take your fucking pick."

Yep. She's wasted. Didn't even get pissed off at the subtle little lesbian reference I snuck in there. "I don't know, Alyson. Could be fun."

"You know what would be fun?"

"Tell me, baby," Amy said.

"Dancing with you."

"You want to dance?" Amy said.

"Mmm-huh," Alyson mumbled as she nodded her head up and down.

"With me?"

"Yes I do," Alyson said. As she stood and tried to steady herself, she felt her left ankle turn over and she had to grab the bar stool to keep from falling.

Amy moved in, catching her in her arms, causing Alyson to immediately hug her and without thinking kiss the top of her head. Amy looked up and smiled. "Tell you what, sweetie. I'll dance with you, but you've got to take off those pumps first."

Alyson giggled as she kicked off her red three inch pumps and said, "You're too fucking short for me to be in heels anyway."

*

Tanner sat naked on the sofa, his legs open, moaning as Dana Lee kneeled in front of him sucking his cock. She had a wide mouth and was easily able to open it far enough that she could fold her lips over her teeth and move her mouth up and down over the entire length of the cock lathering the under side with her tongue. She enjoyed the little moans and gasps that escaped his lips and loved hearing him say, "Oh god, baby. You suck dick so fucking good. So fucking good."

She was glad that there hadn't been much blood, otherwise they might have made a mess of Amy's couch. But her pussy still stung a bit, so she was happy to spend a good long time on Tanner's cock, to give her pussy a little time to recover before she let him fuck her again, and she was definitely gonna let him fuck her again.

Tanner moaned louder as he gripped handfuls of blonde hair and began controlling the up and down movements of her head. Forcefully sliding his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a well used pussy. Moaning. Gasping. Finally grunting and not even bothering to tell her he was cumming as he began to shoot into her mouth. She swallowed the first burst, but was still unused to the taste of his cum and could not keep herself from gagging as his load blasted the back of her throat. At the gag, his cock popped out of her mouth and he plastered her face with blast after blast of cum. Painting her until it looked as if she had gobs of glue dripping from her face and stuck in her long, silky, blonde hair.

*

Alyson held Amy into her as they swayed in time to the music. Damn. She has a hot little body. Her hands slid down Amy's back until she was cupping Amy's ass cheeks, pulling her even closer into her. Fuck. Her ass is so fucking firm. So tight. I got so wet today when I was rubbing that sun block into her ass. Into her thighs. Slipped my thumb into her bikini and rubbed her pussy. Damn. I got so wet I almost came myself just from touching her.

Amy rested her head between Alyson's boobs. Giggling as Alyson cupped her ass. Moaning softly because her touch felt so fucking nice. Oh man. This is not a good idea. I got nothing against a little lesbian fling with her. Actually, I'd love to take her home and spend the rest of the night letting her suck my pussy. But, she is so fucking head over heals in love with Dana Lee. This is such a bad, bad idea. But, damn. She feels so fucking good.

Amy leaned her head away from Alyson's boobs and as she looked up, Alyson's lips were meeting hers. Amy's lips parted on reflex and allowed Alyson's tongue to enter her mouth. Oh shit. This bitch can fucking kiss.

Alyson sighed as she felt Amy leaning away from her bosom. When she looked down into the little blonde's deep blue eyes, she couldn't have stopped herself from kissing her even if she'd wanted to. And she definitely didn't want to stop herself. When their lips met and Amy allowed her to slowly, teasingly slip the tip of her tongue into her mouth, Alyson moaned. Oh shit. This fucking bitch can kiss.

All eyes were on them as they alternated sucking each other's top lip, then bottom lip, dancingly touched tips of their tongues together. Then melting into a full blown French kiss. Tongues dueling, wrestling, submitting and meshing.

*

Fresh from the shower, Tanner's cum washed out of her hair, Dana Lee sat naked on the floor in front of the sofa, cell phone in her hand. Tanner plopped down on the sofa and as he finished rubbing his towel through his hair, he said, "Who you calling?"

"Pizza Hut, sweetie. But they've got me on hold. You know how it gets trying to order pizza on a Friday night."

"Cool," he said. "Get pepperoni."

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "I know you love pepperoni."

He felt his dick begin to stir. She saw it rising as she waited for the operator and rolled her eyes. Dumb as a box of rocks, but his dick never quits. She giggled. Has his uses.

His dick was fully erect now as he looked at her sitting cross legged on the floor in front of him, loving the way her tiny little champagne glass titties were so firm and her nipples stood straight out, stretched to their full inch of length. He traced the inside of her calf with his toe. His toe continued up her thigh as he said, "Suck my dick."

She giggled. Silly motherfucker. I'm ready to fuck again, but all he wants is another blowjob. Well, I am pretty good at them.

He playful ran his toe through her blonde triangle of pubic hair and said, "Come on. Suck my dick while you wait."

She giggled again. I can't believe I'm going to do this. She switched the phone to her left hand and softly grasped his dick with her right hand, slowly stroking up and down its length. Then she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth and kissed and licked the tip of his cock before sliding her lips over it and down it until the cock was halfway in her mouth. She slowly sucked it. Enjoying it like it was a popsicle. The Pizza Hut switchboard operator's voice came back over the phone asking Dana Lee, "This is Pizza Hut. Will it be carry out or delivery?"

Dana Lee eased Tanner's cock out of her mouth and continued to stroke it with her right hand as she said, "Delivery."

Tanner moaned softly, enjoying Dana Lee's delicate grip. "What would you like?"

"Two large," she said. Still slowly stroking his cock. "One with pepperoni, and the other a Meatlovers."

"What kind of crust?"

"Hand tossed," Dana Lee answered.

"Will this be cash, check, or charge?"

"Charge."

"Mastercard, Visa, or American Express?" The operator asked as Dana Lee had returned to sucking Tanner's cock.

She gave it one more slow suck before removing it from her mouth and saying, "Visa."

"I need your card number and expiration date."

"Hand me my card, sweetie," Dana Lee said to Tanner as she pointed to it laying next to her purse by the arm of the sofa. As he reached for the card, she returned to sucking his dick. When he'd grasped the card and handed it to her, she let his dick slip out of her mouth again and read the numbers off to the operator. Then she sucked his dick as the operator read the numbers back to her. With his dick still in her mouth, she mumbled consent to the operator when she asked if the numbers were correct.

"What's the expiration date?"

Dana released her flesh flavored lollypop and said, "February 2013." Then she immediately began sucking some more.

"Can you hold while we wait for the card to clear?"

When she released his dick this time to say that she could hold, Tanner took her hand and helped her stand up. Then he pulled her to him so that she could sit on his legs, her feet resting on the sofa, one on each side of him. Her pussy only inches from his cock as he pulled her to him and greedily began to suck first one and then the other of her nipples. He released the second nipple and said, "Sit on my cock."

She smiled impishly and raised herself up until the slippery slit of her pussy was directly over his fully erect penis. As she let the tip part her lips and slide the head into her tight cunt for the second time of her life, he gasped and said, "Do you want to get another rubber out of your purse?"

She shook her head as she sank down and said, "No. Fuck me without one."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," she said as she grimaced and bit her bottom lip. "Oh yeah. That's it. I wanted to feel you bare. Oh fuck yeah. Amy's right. It is better this way." Then she slowly began to raise up and down on his cock. After two or three minutes of that, the operator came back on line.

"Ma'am. I'm sorry, but your card doesn't seem to be working. Is it possible we have one of the numbers wrong?"

"Maybe," Dana Lee gasped.

After a pause as Dana Lee continued to ride up and down on Tanner's cock, the operator finally said, "Can you give me the number again?"

Trying not to pant, Dana Lee said, "Yeah. Hang on."

Dana raised up and down on Tanner's cock three more times before looking at the card again, bit her bottom lip one more time, and tried to focus on the number. "Ma'am," the operator asked. "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah," Dana Lee sighed. She raised up and lowered herself twice more before stopping fully impaled on Tanner's cock. "Here's the numbers again."

After Dana Lee read the numbers again, the operator repeated them back to her and said, "The third number is six and it seems I keyed in the number seven by mistake. Just one moment while I run the card again."

As soon as the operator put her back on hold, Dana Lee started rapidly raising up and down on Tanner's cock. Oh god, Tanner thought. I'm going to cum if she keeps this up. Fuck. I can't hold back much longer.

Dana Lee switched the phone to speaker and tossed it on to the sofa and only raised faster and faster. Oh fuck. His cock feels so fucking good inside me. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH FUCK," she screamed as she was on the verge of orgasm.

"Ma'am. Ma'am," the operator said. "Are you okay, Ma'am?"

"OH GOD FUCKING YES. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD FUCKING YESSSSSSSSSS!"

"Alright, Ma'am," the operator said as she tried to remain professional and not laugh out loud. "Your pizzas will be there in 30 to 40 minutes."

As soon as the call disconnected, Tanner flipped Dana Lee around and said, "Let me look at your ass while I fuck you."

She immediately dug her knees into the sofa on either side of him and supported herself by placing her hands on the floor in front of her as if she were planking. Then she rode up and down grinding his cock into her pussy as if she were possessed by it. "Slow down, baby," he tried to tell her. "I'm going to cum."

"Then cum," she said between gritted teeth as her second wave of orgasm began to hit.

She continued to piston up and down on his cock. Knowing he could no longer suppress his cum, he once more warned her that he was going to cum. When she merely grunted and kept grinding her pussy on his cock, he asked, "Can... I... cum....cum... inside you?"

"Yes," she hissed. "I don't care. Just cum. Just cum. Just fucking cum. Yes. Yess. Yesss. YESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

At that, he began shooting his third load of the night into the vice like walls of her pussy. She felt him grunt once, twice and finally a third time as he released his load. Then she collapsed in exhaustion, rolled onto her back, and gasped. Reaching toward her purse, she merely said, "Cigarette."

"Huh," he said. Equally exhausted.

Feeling his semen leaking out of her, she continued to extend her hand to her purse and said between gasps, "Purse. Cigarettes in purse. Give me a fucking cigarette, sweetie." Dumbass.

*

Alyson leaned against the wall next to the back door to Jack Sparrow's, delicately balanced and eyes completely glazed. She'd stepped out there with Amy so they could smoke their last joint. Upon lighting it, they'd been passing it back and forth. Amy held it to Alyson's lips now and let the gorgeous redhead take the last drag. Then Alyson leaned forward, almost falling but catching herself just before she did. As she found her balance, she awkwardly kissed Amy on the lips and blew smoke into her little blonde friend's mouth. They leaned together, lips locked, passing the smoke back and forth, until both began to cough. And giggle. And laugh. And finally laugh so hard that when Alyson began to fall to the ground, Amy was unable to hold her up and fell to the ground with her. As they lay in the trash that overflowed from the building's dumpster, they laughed and laughed and laughed. They continued to laugh until Alyson's emerald eyes locked with Amy's deep ocean blue eyes. And they kissed. Slowly at first. Softly. Deeply. Then with more and more passion as the kiss continued, until finally they simultaneously pulled apart, gasping for breath.

Alyson held Amy to her and said, "I want to fuck you, Amy."

Amy placed a soft slow kiss on Alyson's lips and said, "No you don't, baby. You want to fuck Dana Lee."

Alyson shook her head vigorously and slurred, "No I don't. No. I. Don't. She's fucking Tanner. She loves cock. I love pussy. I. Don't. Want. Her."

Amy kissed Alyson a little slower and a little longer. Then she broke the kiss and stood up. She pulled Alyson to her feet and helped her friend begin to walk back into the bar and said, "Let's get your shoes and both our purses and get you home."

Alyson leaned heavily against Amy as they walked inside and made their way to their stools. As they stopped for Amy to collect their things, Alyson said, "Let's get another drink."

"Noooooo," Amy said. "No more drinking tonight. We're taking you home."

"So we can fuck?"




It was the Beginning of Summer



Amy giggled and said, "Yeah sure. So your mom can catch us and call the lesbo police."

*

Dana Lee was again on her knees sucking Tanner's dick with everything that she had. It just wouldn't get hard. Finally, in frustration, she pushed herself away as she stood and said, "Fuck. That's all I can do, Tanner. My jaw is going numb."

"Come on, baby," Tanner said. "Just give it a chance. I'll get hard again in a little bit."

"A little bit," she said as she rolled her eyes and lit cigarette. "I've been sucking your dick for 20 minutes."

"It hasn't been that long."

She blew smoke in his direction, but saw the embarrassed look in his dumb eyes. She smiled and said, "I'm just fucking with you, sweetie. Don't worry about it. We have hours to get you hard again." Fuck... I thought 18-year-olds were supposed to stay hard all night. I wish the dumb bastard had a little more staying power... fuck... a lot more staying power.

The doorbell sounded and she remembered the pizza she'd ordered and started looking around for her tee shirt and jeans. She found the tee shirt and her panties, but she couldn't find the jeans. "Fuck. Where are my jeans?"

"Answer the door naked," Tanner said with a smirk.

He truly is the dumbest motherfucker in the state of Florida. "Tanner. Help me find my fucking jeans."

"You scared?"

"All right, " she said giggling. "You want me to answer the door naked. I'll fucking answer it naked. I hope it's somebody from Silver Lake too."

At that she turned to the door, reached it in three steps and flung it wide open. She stood at the door, cigarette in one hand and Corona in the other, and she saw the familiar boy standing at the top of the stairway in his Pizza Hut uniform holding two boxes of pizza in his right hand. Shit! He is from Silver Lake. She considered slamming the door shut, but it was too late. She was committed. So she took a long, cool drag from her cigarette and tried to pretend that she wasn't as embarrassed as shit. What's his name? Jimmy something or other. He's one of the janitor's son. Fuck! He was in our French class in ninth grade. Oh fuck. Wait until Alyson hears this.

Jimmy Snyder was standing outside the door ready to hand over the pizzas and get paid. It was almost his last delivery and he couldn't wait to get off so he could drive down Phillips Highway, near the Emerson Inn, and see if Julie Hanoker was working tonight. Julie was his favorite. She was so fresh and pretty for a crack whore. All he had to do was buy her a couple of rocks and she'd take him to room 223 and do anything he wanted. And she was so pretty. Bobbie Richardson was his next favorite. The black transvestite could do things for him that left him spent for hours after they finished. Yeah. If I don't see Julie, I hope I see Bobbie.

Then the door flung open and there stood Dana Lee Pruitt. He'd had a crush on her since the ninth grade and here she was standing in front of him wearing absolutely nothing. He stood and stared. Oh my god. It's Dana Lee. I can't believe my eyes. She's so beautiful. That long slender elegant neck. Silky blonde hair falling down her back. Pert, perky little tits. Holy shit! Look at those nipples. Oh my god? I'd do anything to suck those nipples. Taut, tight abs. Total six-pack. Long, slender, oh so firm arms and legs. Beautiful trimmed triangle of curly blonde pubic hair covering her pussy. And that ass. The ultimate ass. No girl at Silver Lake High School has an ass to compare to Dana Lee Pruitt. Everyone is in love with Alyson Ferrie's ass, and she's been voted best ass three years in a row. But, no. This is the best ass in the whole world.

He watched her finish her cigarette. Those lips. Those beautiful, thick, full lips on that lovely wide mouth. She flicked the butt of her cigarette past him down the stairway and said, "You want my credit card, Jimmy?"

"Huh," he said, still dumbfounded.

"My credit card," she said. "Don't you have to get an imprint of it?"

"Oh," he said, hypnotized by her beauty. "No. They ran it when you gave them your numbers."

She took a drink of her Corona as she accepted the pizzas from him and said, "Okay. Hang on then. I'll get you a tip."

She turned and his jaw fell even wider as he got a look at the ass he'd before only best seen in her volleyball shorts. Oh my god! Look at the gap between her legs. It must be two inches wide. Did she shake her ass at me? She did. She shook her ass as she walked away from me. It had to be on purpose.

She sat her beer and the pizza boxes down on the counter, winked at a grinning Tanner, and grabbed a few ones out of her purse. She didn't bother counting, just pulled a hand full to give him. She turned back to him and stepped into the doorway to hand him the ones. His eyes were so transfixed on the length of her pink nipples that when she handed him the bills, he failed to fully grasp them and they fell to the floor when she released them. Oh shit! I'm an idiot!

She giggled. As soon as she had realized that Jimmy was more embarrassed than she was, she had relaxed completely. She smiled at him, reached out and stroked his cheek and jaw line with the back of her index finger, and said, "Don't sweat it, sweetie. I'll get them for you." Oh my god. She touched me. She fucking touched me.

As she dropped to her knees to pick up the money, she came face to face with Jimmy Snyder's boner. It was huge. He wore his pants a little loose to cover for his slight pudginess, so his erection had plenty of room to grow to its full length. Oh my fucking god! I bet his dick is even bigger than David's. It looks like an uncoiled snake making a tent in his pants.

She didn't even think about what she was doing, and probably wouldn't have stopped herself if she had, as she reached out and gripped his penis through the brown slacks. "Holy shit, Jimmy! What's in there?"

Jimmy was near frantic and had no idea what to say. When she reached for his zipper and began pulling it down, he was in complete disbelief. As soon as the zipper was open, his penis popped through his boxers and out the fly of his pants and hit Dana Lee square in the mouth. As soon as the tip of his penis, a penis that when he'd masturbated that morning he'd proudly measured to be nine and one quarter inches, touched her lips; they opened and allowed Jimmy's cock to slide straight in.

She made sure her teeth were inside her lips and let Jimmy's cock ease all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She was on the verge of gagging until she remembered how Amy had told her to just let her throat relax and she'd be able to take any size cock all the way down. She did exactly that. Put the thought of gagging out of her mind and just let herself relax and enjoy having the entire length of Jimmy's cock in her mouth, softly and slowly sucking and massaging it with her tongue and the muscles of her throat. Then she slowly eased her head back until only the head of his cock was in her mouth. She sucked briefly on just the head and then slowly allowed his cock to sink all the way into her mouth and down her throat again. She repeated this two, three, and four times.

After the fourth time, she heard Tanner say, "Take your shirt off." You dumb motherfucker. My shirt is off. She looked up and saw Tanner helping Jimmy pull his shirt over his head and toss it into the apartment. Oh. He was talking to Jimmy. As she sucked softly on the head of Jimmy's cock, she saw Tanner pinching one of Jimmy's nipples. Then the other. Tanner's cock caught her eye. It was hard again. Damn. Tanner's a freak. I suck his dick half an hour and can't get him hard. He plays with Jimmy's tits for few seconds and he's flying at full mast. She giggled. Jimmy really does have tits. Bigger than mine. He isn't fat or anything. Just a little pudgy with little bitty bitch tits. And he's so pale. He's almost as white as Alyson.

As Tanner continued to pinch and massage Jimmy's nipples, Dana Lee sucked Jimmy's cock with new vigor. Then she realized she could hear the traffic from the street and was certain she heard a dog barking as it chased a cat up a tree. Oh shit! We're in the open doorway. Un-fucking-believable. This is too fucking hot! She kept sucking.

Oh my god. She's sucking my cock. Dana Lee Pruitt is sucking my cock. I can't believe this. I don't know which feels better. Her sucking my cock or Tanner Wyckes massaging my nipples. I love that. Feels so fucking good. I heard this guy was into dudes, but I never believed it before now.

Tanner stepped behind Dana Lee, lifted her into the air, and guided his cock into her drenched pussy, sinking all the way in until his cock completely disappeared inside of her. He fucked her powerfully, holding her in the air, while she gripped Jimmy's hips for balance and kept sucking. He loved the sight of Jimmy's huge cock going in and out of her beautiful mouth.

Dana Lee started having an orgasm almost immediately. Fuck yeah, Tanner... that's more like it! He pounded her long and hard, and she was moaning, and gasping around Jimmy's big beautiful Billy club of a cock. Then she suddenly thought, I want this cock inside me. She pulled back and looked up at him, "You got a rubber, Jimmy?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Fuck yeah," shouted Tanner, pulling out of her pussy and setting her back down on her knees, "I gotta see this!"

Dana Lee crawled backward, pulling Jimmy's cock so he finally stepped past the threshold. "Get in here and close the door."

As Jimmy swung the door shut, Dana Lee pulled his brown slacks the rest of the way down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his slacks. She found the condom in his back pocket and quickly pulled it open and then rolled it down his cock. he was so big that the condom only covered about three fourths of his dick, but Dana Lee didn't care. She stood and turned her ass to him and then bent over for him. Oh my god! There it is. Dana Lee Pruitt's blonde pussy. It looks like it's smiling at me. Or winking.

He stepped up to her and began to rub the head of his cock along the pink slit, letting it part her lips and easing it slowly into her, loving the feel of her tightness and the sound of her gasp as he opened her. He eased in until three inches of his cock was inside her. Then he even more slowly eased it out until only the very tip was left inside. Then even slower still, he eased it back in until he had six inches inside her.

She gasped louder and held the arm of the sofa for balance as he eased back out and then slowly eased his cock in until it was all the way inside, the head of his cock scraping her g-spot along the way until it hit the back wall of the inside of her pussy. Oh my fucking god. His cock is fucking amazing. Oh my fucking god. Oh my fucking god. Oh my fucking god. This is the cock. This is the cock of all cocks. I never want another cock but this one.

She screamed loudly as Jimmy worked it in and out. In and out. In and out. Scraping the g-spot on the way in. Scraping it again on the way back out. Every time it scraped, she'd scream a little louder than she had the previous time until at some point; she didn't even know for sure when; she just passed the fuck out.

*

"Holy fucking motherfucker!" Amy screamed as she saw her car. All four tires were slashed and it was covered with shattered raw eggs. She wanted to cry. Even if it was a gift from her mother, whom she despised, for finally passing her FCATs; she totally loved this car. "My beautiful car. My beautiful fucking car. It's destroyed."

Alyson, barely able to stand, leaned on her and said, "I'm so sorry, Amy. I'm so sorry."

Amy hugged her and sighed. "It's not your fault Alyson. Shit though. I've got to get you home. That fucking bitch Ericka did this. I know she did."

"Let's find her and fuck her," Alyson slurred.

Amy looked at Alyson and said, "Fuck her?"

Alyson shook her head trying to rid it of cobwebs. "I meant fuck her up. Find her and fuck her up."

Amy giggled despite the situation. "You are definitely fucked up and shit faced. We got to get you home."

"I'll drive," Alyson said as she retrieved her keys from her purse.

Amy quickly snatched the keys and said, "Oh no you won't. You are completely drunk, stoned and high."

"S-s-so are you," Alyson said.

"Yeah. You're probably right, but at least I can walk. You can't even do that. Come on."

She guided Alyson to the parking spot about 100 feet away where she'd left her mom's gold BMW 745i. Amy pressed the auto unlock and the auto start buttons so the car was unlocked and running by the time they reached it. She led Alyson to the passenger side back seat door and said, "Let me get you back here, sweetie. You can sleep on the way to your house."

Before Amy could close the door and make her way to the drivers seat, Alyson cupped either side of Amy's chin and pulled Amy's mouth down to hers. They kissed. No chaste friend's kiss. Not a thank you for taking care of me kiss. An I want to fuck you right now kiss. As she allowed Alyson's tongue to invade her mouth, Amy merely whimpered. She needed it as much as Alyson did. This is a bad, bad, motherfucking idea, Amy. Just push yourself away and drive her home.

Didn't happen. Instead as Alyson pulled Amy further inside and on top of her, Amy hooked the open door with her foot and pulled it closed. Before the interior dome light even began to fade, Alyson was pulling Amy's white tank top over her head and tossing it aside. As Amy leaned her tit to Alyson's mouth so her friend could take a nipple and begin to hungrily suck, Amy began unbuttoning the front of Alyson's dress and roughly pulled it down exposing Alyson's own beautiful, creamy white orbs.

Alyson lifted her ass up so that Amy could work the dress down under it and pull it down her legs until it met the same fate as had Amy's tank top. While Alyson's ass was still in the air, Amy was hooking her red thong with her thumbs and like magic it was gone too. Amy pushed Alyson flat again and kissed and sucked each of her beautiful, wonderful breasts in turn. She briefly sucked each nipple before she began kissing her way up Alyson's torso to her neck where she let her lips latch onto the left side of Alyson's neck and attach to it like a leech. Sucking vigorously until Alyson had the first hickey of her life. Then Amy switched sides and gave Alyson a matching hickey on the other side of her neck.

As they began to kiss passionately, violently even, as if their lips and tongues were at war with each other, Alyson's hands found the snap and zipper of Amy's skin tight jeans. After a vicious battle, Alyson was able to roll them down until they were past Amy's hips and at her mid-thigh. From there, their warring lips called a brief truce as Amy stopped and helped Alyson roll the jeans down to her boots. She pulled one foot at a time out of her boot and through a pant leg and let the jeans and boots fall to the floor board.

Ceasefire over, the two naked girls' lips and tongues were again at war. And a bloody, violent, deadly war it was until finally they broke apart gasping for breath. Amy pushed Alyson's legs open and threw her own right leg over Alyson's left thigh. Slowly she began to grind and hump her way up Alyson's thigh until their pussies were meshed together and grinding and rubbing, creating incredible wonderful friction. Each gasped and moaned and purred, but they just couldn't quite get each other to that point of orgasm.

Amy began to slide her way down Alyson's body. Kissing her way down her torso. Stopping to suck each nipple. Roughly sucking multiple hickeys onto each tit. Licking a slow path down Alyson's flat tummy. Finding Alyson's thick patch of pubic hair with her tongue. Just enough light for her to be able to see the answer to Rashawne's question. Yes her bush was thick, full, and flaming red.

Working her tongue around the bush. Finding the glorious, dripping wet, slit between her creamy white thighs. Dipping her tongue into that beautiful slit. That exquisite pussy. Slowly licking the inner folds of each lip from the bottom up to the top. Stopping at the top. Finding the exposed bud standing erect through its protective fleshy hood. Teasingly, tauntingly brushing Alyson's clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Ever so slowly. Driving her friend up. Up. Up. And over the edge.

Alyson clamped her thighs tightly on Amy's head and began to scream, "YESSSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSS."

Then Alyson collapsed beneath Amy reveling in the joy and warmth of Amy's naked body laying atop of hers. Sharing soft, loving kisses with her friend until she was reversing their positions and finally doing what she'd wanted to do since she'd put sunscreen on Amy that afternoon.

Amy moaned as Alyson slowly lapped at her pussy. Her friend was so attentive, so loving, so devoted to the task of sucking her pussy. "Oh my god, Alyson," she said. Her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe you've never done this."

Alyson continued, her lips wrapped around Amy's clit, softly sucking it as she massaged it with her tongue. Working one, then two of her fingers in and out of Amy's pussy as she sucked her clit. Oh my god. I'm finally eating pussy. I love it. Love it. Love it. Fucking love it. I want to eat pussy everyday the rest of my fucking life. I want to take this beautiful little bitch home and suck this sweet tasting juice right in front of my mother. Let her watch and see how sinfully perverted and evil I am.

Amy moaned and gasped, fighting for her breath, loving the way Alyson twisted and rotated her fingers as she fucked them in and out of her. "Are you sure you've never done this?"

Alyson stopped just briefly enough to gasp, "Never."

"Not even for Dana Lee?"

Alyson stopped cold. Dana Lee. Oh my god. What am I doing? I love Dana Lee. Tears began to run down her check. Then she began to sob.

Amy wanted to shoot herself. Shit! Why the fuck did I say that?

Amy pulled Alyson to her, kissed her lips softly, and said, "Let's get dressed, and I'll drive you home."

*

Amy, as quietly as possible, eased her way out of Alyson's bedroom and softly closed the door behind her. By some miracle, she'd managed to drive Alyson home in Ms. Ferrie's car without wrecking it or getting pulled over for a DUI. By an even bigger miracle, she'd managed to half drag half carry Alyson from the car into her house and up the stairs to her room. Shit. That was so fucking exhausting. For someone that only weighs 120 pounds, Alyson is a lot of dead weight when she's loaded. I don't know how I got her up the fucking stairs.

Amy took off her boots and softly tiptoed down the steps. Once she was down the staircase, she was less worried about anything creaking or making noise. She stopped at the bar between the kitchen and the family room and lay the keys to Ms. Ferrie's beamer on it. Then she quietly slipped her bare feet back into her boots. She looked around. Dead quiet. No one was up or likely to be for several hours. Amy removed her purse from her shoulder and set it on the bar next to the keys. She looked around one more time before pulling the baggie with the white powder out of her purse. There was only a little left, so she poured the remains straight onto the bar top making a small pile.

She dug through her purse again until she found her nail file and used it to separate the pile into four rails, each about the size of her little finger. Using the same rolled up twenty dollar bill she'd used all night, she calmly snorted two of the lines with her left nostril, closed her eyes to enjoy the rush, and then switched nostrils to snort the other two lines. Fuck yeah. That is good fucking cocaine. This shit never rejects or wishes it was with someone else. Never calls you stupid because you have trouble reading. Never throws you out of the house. My one love. Loyal and true.




It was the Beginning of Summer



She tossed the empty plastic bag into the trash can next to the bar and quietly let herself out. Once out of the house and walking down the driveway onto Kernan Forest Boulevard, she pulled out her Blackberry and called up the speed dial so she could press two for Dana Lee. She held the phone to her ear as she walked and waited for Dana Lee to pick up, but instead it went straight to voicemail. Shit! She must have gone home already. Shit! I need a ride. She scrolled down her speed dial and giggled. Can't call Alyson. Then she pressed four for Katie. It rang and rang and rang. Fuck! She sighed as she dropped the Blackberry back into her purse. Guess I'm walking.

What a night. What a motherfucker of a night. Can't believe Rashawne was fucking that bitch right there in the staff bathroom. How fucking arrogant. She can't even wait and take him to her house. She's got like three kids, but I doubt she cares. Bitch is at least 35. Tits are big, I'll give her that, but they're all saggy and shit. Not nice and firm the way Alyson's are. Now those are some nice tits. Not quite as big as Ericka's, but she's got no sag at all. I love her little pink nipples too. Damn, they were fun to suck on. Shit! I fucked up there. Damn, I wanted to cum so bad. I was so fucking close. So fucking close. Damn, Alyson can eat some pussy too. Still think she's lying. That bitch has eaten pussy before. No way she could eat pussy like that if she's never done it. No fucking way at all.

Amy stopped briefly to light a cigarette and then continued walking and smoking. Fucking Rashawne. Why'd he even call me yesterday? All would have been fine, well not fine as long as Ericka hates me, if I just hadn't been so hyped up about him calling me and asking me to hang with him today. Fuck! He wants to fuck that old bitch, let him fuck her. I bet she's 40. All loose inside just like her tits are saggy. Probably had to fuck her in the ass just to feel any friction. Fuck him. He wants to fuck some old 45 year old cunt when he could have this tight little 18 year old body with a solid gold pussy, then fuck him. Let him fuck her.

Amy fished her ear-buds out of her purse, and cranked the music on her iPod as loud as possible to drown out her maddening thoughts. Four point seven miles, 93 minutes, and eight cigarettes later; Amy finally arrived at Mallard Cove apartment complex. Damn. Thank god. I'm finally fucking home. All I want to do is lay in bed and sleep until I have no shame left. She stopped at the bottom step to her apartment and sighed one last time. Fuck. I got to tell Daddy that when a three bedroom opens up for us to move into, that we need to live downstairs. No. Can't do that. I like having the balcony. I can sit out there and smoke on a cool night and it's extra room for my bike. Shit. My fucking car. Why'd that bitch have to fuck up my car? 

Tired as she was, Amy put her thoughts aside and climbed the steps to her apartment. She knew Dana Lee wouldn't have been able to lock it when she left, so she didn't bother fishing her key out of her purse. She opened the door. It looked like a tornado had hit the place. Two empty pizza cartons, Corona bottles, an ashtray upturned on the carpet, the potted plant knocked over, and every light in the house still blazing away.

She moaned, wearily, "Damn it, Dana Lee." It was too big a mess and she was way too tired to bother with it. I'm gonna make that silly bitch come back here and clean it up tomorrow.

She turned off the lights and the blaring TV and dragged her tired ass down the hallway to the bathroom. She really needed to pee. Then she noticed her dad's room was ajar, light streaming through the crack. Oh, fuck... he's not back early, is he? She took the ear-buds from her ears right as she was pushing his door open.

 The sound of Dana Lee's orgasmic whimpers assaulted her ears. Dana Lee was on her hands and knees, naked, on her dad's bed, and Tanner was standing on the floor in front of her, one leg up on the bed, holding fistfuls of her long blonde hair in his hands, while he thrust his big, naked cock in and out of her whimpering mouth.

Amy was too stunned to move. Dana Lee had broken the one and only rule of the house: stay out of her Dad's room. But Amy just couldn't feel mad. And she couldn't help but notice that Tanner had a fucking beautiful body. A bit pale for her tastes. Him and every other white boy in the school. But, he was well muscled, and he had a fine ass, and a gorgeous cock.

Amy opened the door the rest of the way, intending to step in and send them packing. But, then she saw the second guy, fucking Dana Lee from behind. He was on his knees, thrusting himself in and out of Dana Lee's pussy with powerful thrusts.

 What the...? Is that... Jimmy Snyder? What the fuck is Jimmy Snyder doing here? Why the fuck is Dana Lee letting a loser like Jimmy Snyder fuck her? But then she saw how far he was pulling back before thrusting back in. Fuck. Look at the size of him! I guess that answers my question.

Amy was angry and tired, but she was too fascinated to look away. Dana Lee's beautiful, skinny body was quivering in a prolonged orgasm. She was moaning, almost screaming, around Tanner's cock. And Jimmy Snyder was impressive. He was not that attractive, and he was definitely a bit chunky, but there was no denying the fact that he had a porn-star cock, and he knew how to use it.

Jimmy was trying like crazy to stave off his third orgasm of the night. He couldn't believe that the first time, he'd fucked her so hard that she passed out. Of course, she flopped down over the side of the couch in such a way that he didn't know it, otherwise he would have stopped. It was only after he filled his condom with cum a few minutes later that Tanner noticed she was out like a light. They revived her, and tried to talk her into going to the emergency room, but she was just dizzy from not eating all day. So they took a break and gleefully gobbled down the pizzas. After that, they searched the house for condoms, finally finding one in this bedroom. He fucked her again, in a dozen positions, giving her orgasm after orgasm, switching off with Tanner from time to time, whenever Tanner could get it up. Jimmy eventually came a second time, but she wanted him to fuck her some more. Well, he had no problem getting hard, but there were no more condoms. Dana Lee said it didn't matter. Tanner had already cum in her, so if she was pregnant, well... she was pregnant already. That sounded logical to him!

Of course, he was probably going to lose his job over this. But what the fuck did that matter? Dana Lee Pruitt's pussy was worth ten crappy jobs.

Jimmy was fighting down the urge to cum, when he saw Tanner suddenly looking to the side. He followed his gaze and saw a girl with short blonde hair in the doorway. Oh fuck! Amy Gleason! That's Amy Gleason, the cheerleader! The one that can do like 14 or 15 continuous back flips down the whole length of the sideline. What the fuck is she doing here?

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." He couldn't hold back any longer. He shot two squirts of cum in Dana Lee's pussy, then pulled out, sending five more ropy jets of cum splashing across her backside. Amy Gleason's watching me cum! He grabbed his dick and stroked it, showing off for the beautiful blonde, coaxing three more powerful jets out of his cock, one of which was powerful enough to splash against Tanner's belly.

Tanner felt Jimmy's hot cum hitting him, and that was enough to push him over the edge. Moments later he was filling Dana Lee's moaning mouth full of cum. She was moaning, so most of it poured out of her full lips and oozed down the side of the bed.

When Tanner's softening cock finally fell from Dana Lee's mouth, she let out a satisfied moan and collapsed onto her side, curled up into a quivering ball of pleasure. Nothing existed in the entire world except the waves of pleasure rippling through her pussy and abdomen. She was finally satisfied, and she fell almost instantly asleep.

Amy had never witnessed anything so pornographic before. If she hadn't been dead tired she probably would have applauded. But she just sighed wearily, and said, "Just clean up before you leave, guys. That's all I ask."

Tanner and Jimmy nodded, and Amy closed the door.

*

Amy bumped the treadmill control to eight miles per hour for her last five minutes of her 35 minute run. She loved the way the treadmills were aligned to face the open glass wall of the Surfside Fitness Center allowing her to watch the waves roll in from the Atlantic while she ran. I can't believe last night. Damn Alyson was on fucking fire. Had me on fire too. I've eaten pussy before, but nothing like hers last night. And I've never had anyone, chick or dude, that went down on me the way she did. I don't know whose pussy she's been sucking, but she's been sucking someone's. I don't care how much she denies it. And, shit. Dana Lee. Getting fucked by Jimmy Fucking Snyder. Can you believe that shit? And the size of that motherfucker. He's even bigger than Rashawne. Rashawne. Fucking Rashawne. Can't fucking believe he's fucking Ericka. She's pretty, and she's got a nice body, but she's like our mothers age. She does have some pretty skin though. Love that caramel color. Amy giggled as she continued the run. And those nipples. Looked like little mini tootsie rolls sticking out from her melons. Different circumstances, I would have joined in and sucked them a little while while Rashawne pumped her. Damn, he's got a nice cock. Wish it was me he had nailed up on that counter top. I'd still be cumming. But, my car. My fucking car. Mom is going to go bat shit.

Finally, Amy reached the end of her programmed run and paused to wipe sweat off her face while she took one last moment to watch the Atlantic Ocean crash smoothly into the shoreline. She brushed back her blonde bangs before stepping off the treadmill. Now that she'd finished her run, she moved to the incline board to work her abs. She alternated sets of 100 incline sit ups and 100 leg lifts, feeling the burn deep into her six pack. When she'd completed the last leg lift, she took a long pull on her Aquafina bottle and then slowly strolled to the empty aerobics studio where she spent 15 minutes going through a condensed version of her old floor routine. She missed the competitive aspect of gymnastics, but she didn't miss starving herself to maintain the 90 pound max weight her coach had wanted. At 5' 1", she carried her 103 pounds very well and looked incredible with lean supple muscles, and she was very strong for her size. Trying to maintain 90 pounds though was probably what led to the back injury that ended her days on the junior gymnastic circuit.

She finished the floor routine and spent another 15 minutes stretching before finally standing and taking another long pull on her Aquafina bottle. Then she wiped her face and again pushed back her short blonde hair. She took a moment to look in the mirror and smiled. Yep. I look pretty fucking good these days. Shoulder length hair so blonde it was almost pure white. By the end of summer, if she got as much beach time as she wanted, it would be pure white. She giggled. She'd hated it so much when they'd called her Cottontop when she competed, but she actually liked the idea of it now. With the blonde hair, were eyes so blue they were a match for the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean. White shorts and sports bra clung tightly to her figure revealing the curves that weren't there when she'd competed. Drenched in a sheen of sweat that openly allowed her white shorts to reveal the proudly formed camel toe. The glistening skin accentuated the beginning of a summer tan that would be bronze before the month of June was over.

"Never knew you were so vain, Amy."

She turned to see Rashawne Williams at the room's entrance holding a towel and standing shirtless in a pair of red swim shorts and black flip flops. 5' 11", 185 pounds, sleek, dark ebony skin, tightly defined muscles with roadmap veins that were pronounced even as he stood relaxed. Amy let her eyes fall to the bulge in his trunks. She knew what was there though. She'd seen all nine inches of it in full erect glory last night when she'd walked into the staff restroom at Winn-Dixie and had seen their boss, Ericka Davis, sitting upon the sink counter top with Rashawne's dick pumping in and out of her pussy. Fuck, he's got the biggest dick I've ever fucking seen. At least it was until I saw Jimmy's later.

"Leave me alone, Rashawne. I'm trying to work out."

"Looks like you're almost done."

Amy shook her head. "Just with my legs and my abs. I still need to bench and do my pull ups."

"You can do pull ups?"

"More than you."

Rashawne laughed easily. Fuck. His teeth are so fucking white and straight. What's he doing with a cunt like Ericka.

"There's no way you can do more pull ups than me, Amy."

"Whatever."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It is."

"Let's do it then."

"I've got to bench first," she said. "If you're still here when I finish benching, I'll be happy to kick your ass doing pull ups."

"Sure," he responded. "I'll even spot you."

He followed her to the empty bench and watched her as she lay flat and took hold of the empty 45 pound bar, lifted the bar from the rack, and smoothly pressed it ten times before returning it to the rack.

"Not bad," he said.

"That was just a warm up," she said as she placed a ten pound weight on each side.

A bit of Rashawne's smirk began to fade as he watched her just as smoothly lift the 65 pounds from the rack and press it ten more times and then return it to the rack. His eyes grew wide as she removed the ten pound weights and replaced them with 25 pound weights plus an additional five pound plate for each side.

"How much do you weigh, Amy? 95? 100 pounds?"

"I was 103 this morning. I'm usually a pound or two within 105 depending on the day and the time of the month."

"That's 105 pounds you just put on there."

"So. Don't you work out with your weight, or more?"

"Yeah, but I'm a ...."

"You're a what?" she interrupted. "And you better not say you're a guy."

"Well," he said. "I am a guy, but I was going to say athlete."

"Fuck you, Rashawne. I'm an athlete too."

"You are not. You're a gymnast. That's like being a dancer. Hell. You're not even a gymnast anymore. You're just a cheerleader now."

He's just baiting you. Don't let him do it. Amy lay on the bench and took several deep breaths as she found her grip.

"You need a lift off?"

"Fuck off," was all she said as she lifted the weight from the rack, lowered it to the imaginary line just below her nipples and then pressed it back to full extension and then repeated seven more times for a full eight reps. As soon as she replaced the weight back to the rack, she sat up and brushed her bangs back again.

"That was only eight," he said.

No longer angry, Amy laughed and said, "You're right. It was only eight. Ready to get your ass kicked at the pull up station?"

"Take a break, Amy. We need to talk."

"About what?"

"You know about what."

"No I don't," she said. "It could be about my innocence being stolen from me last night, or it could be about either you or your girl friend flattening my tires and egging my car in the parking lot."

"Innocence my ass. You telling me you've never watched somebody fuck at one of your little cheerleader parties?"

Amy blushed and didn't say anything.

"Oh shit," Rashawne said. "I was just bluffing but you really have, haven't you."

"Fuck off."

"Damn. You've got an ugly mouth for such a pretty girl."

Before she could respond, he held up his hand and said, "Come on, Amy. Just tell me you won't tell anyone that you walked in on me and Ericka."

"I already got the message not to do that when I went back to my car last night and found my tires slashed."

"You know I didn't do that."

Amy leaned her head to one side and shrugged, "I don't think you did it."

"Ericka didn't do it either."

"Her I don't have the same belief in."

"Why?"

"You're going to Vanderbilt to play football. You're probably quitting your job in a couple of weeks anyway. Why would you care if I told anyone or not? Plus I've known you since middle school. You used to help me write my papers, so I'd pass that stupid remedial writing class I had to take to try to catch up. And, I really don't think you would ever do anything like that. Ericka though. That job is all she's got, and she is the definition of ghetto 'ho. You really need to get some distance from that cunt."

"She didn't do it, Amy."

"Uh-huh."

"Really. She didn't."

"Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not going to tell."

"Thanks. And, I promise you that Ericka didn't slash your tires."

"You can promise all you want, but I still won't believe that. Why are you with her?"

"She has her good points."

"Yeah. I saw one of them last night. Lots of girls can deep throat a cock."

"Lots of girls can deep throat a cock. Not a lot of girls can deep throat my cock."

Amy was in the middle of another long pull on her water bottle and immediately sprayed both of them as she burst into laughter. "You are so fucking full or yourself, Rashawne."

"I know. You ready to lose?"

"I'm not going to lose."

"If you're that confident, let's bet something on it."

"I don't have any money, and I have four tires to buy."

He shrugged. "Betting money would be boring."

"I'm not fucking you, Rashawne." Yeah, right. I'd pull off my shorts and let him bend over the bench right now if we were the only ones here.

"Don't lose and you won't have to."

"Rashawne."

"Okay. Okay. Can't blame a guy for trying."

"Right. You wouldn't know what to do with it anyway."

"Ooooo. Spunky little bitch, aren't you. How about this? I was going to the pool and hang out when I saw your bike outside and came in to see you. Go to the pool with me."

"And if I win?"

"You won't win, but if you do I'll fix your tires."

"I don't have a bikini with me, and the only one I have at Daddy's apartment would probably get us thrown out of the base pool."

"Why?"

"It doesn't cover much."

"Okay. Now I'm intrigued. How much does it cover?"

"Pretty much just my nipples and my. Well. You know."

"No. I don't know."

"Rashawne."

"Amy."

"Come on."

"Just say it."

"Okay. Let's just say it doesn't hide the fact that I shave."

Rashawne laughed and said, "Every other word out of your mouth since we started this conversation has been fuck, and you can't say pussy?"

She sighed and said, "Okay. It covers my nipples and my pussy and that's it. I already described it to you on the phone yesterday."

"Damn. I have to see this."

"Then you better beat me. Still. I can't wear that bikini to the base pool."

"Then let's go to the beach instead."

"I don't know. There'll be a lot of people there."

"Is little white you afraid to be seen with big black me?"

"Get over yourself, Rashawne. It's 2011. I just don't want to wear that bikini and it's the only one I have, but I'll feel stupid wearing shorts to the beach."

"Jesus. If this bikini embarrasses you so much, why did you buy it?"

"Well, when I bought it. I still lived with my mom and I thought I'd be able to wear it at our pool at home, but now I've moved in with Daddy."

"Okay. You've got a pool at your dad's apartment. Let's hang out there."

"Still kind of public."

"Oh good lord, girl," he paused. "Hey, let's go to your mom's."

"Fuck that," she said. "We can lay out at the apartment pool."

"So. Your hatred of your mom overrides your embarrassment?"