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I felt my hands get sweaty. My mouth became really dry and a big lump was in my throat. I wanted to say something. Do something. Scream. Shout. Run away. Something...anything. But I couldn't. All I could do was stand there and watch. Cynthia was kneeling on the bench in the locker room with both hands up against the lockers bracing herself. Meanwhile a guy was kneeling on the ground with both hands spreading Cynthia's ass cheeks. And his face was buried in her pussy. He was eating her out and she loved every minute of it. She was bucking her hips trying to get his tongue deeper into her. Her head was slightly tilted towards her left shoulder, so I could see that her eyes were closed and she was flushed. The heat radiating from the two of them had a few of the mirrors next to the sinks fog up. They were lost in their own little world. They never saw me. After countless minutes of this, the guy finally got up from his crouched position. It was then that I finally saw who the guy was. It was Rick. My best friend! With the girl that I have been lusting over for the past couple of years. The girl with whom I enjoyed countless hours of conversation. The girl who... well... who I was too chicken to ask out. FUCK!
This tormented me to no end. But yet I couldn't stop watching. Rick had picked up Cynthia and turned her around. He gently laid her on the bench with her back to it and lifted up her legs. I could see Cynthia's chest heaving with breathless excitement. Her inch long nipples were protruding in erect salute to her lover. Her face shown with desire and she was lightly biting down on her lower lip. As Rick moved closer to her, she eagerly clutched at his cock, stroking it a few times before she guided it towards her sex. It went down to the hilt in one fell swoop. I could tell that she was really, really wet because as Rick kept pumping in and out, they emitted slight slurping sounds. Her moans got louder and louder as he pumped with all of his might deep inside her and then pulled all the way out and back deep inside her again. "Uhhhhh.... Yeahhhhhh baby. Oh FUCK me! Yes, FUCK me! Ohhhh Riickkkk. FUCK ME!"
I saw his ass clench each and every time that he pumped inside her. I could see the clear sheen of sweat glistening from her whole body. Her eyebrows were arched in ecstasy. And her mouth started to form the shape of an O. Yet she was emitting no sound. All of a sudden her body tensed up. And she dug her fingernails into the back of Rick. HARD! Because he suddenly bolted straight up and pushed himself tightly against her. His ass clenched tightly as they both screamed in unison... "YESSSSSSSSSS!"
Rick collapsed on the bench. He was breathing hard and rubbing his face, trying to collect himself. Meanwhile, she was still lying on her back eyes closed. She was breathing just as ragged. Her hands were clasped together on her chest. And she was lightly mumbling something inaudible. As they lay there, all I could think about was how gorgeous Cynthia looked in her post-coital state. Cynthia's eyes started to flutter a little as she lifted herself off the bench. I could still see desire in her face as she plastered herself on top of Rick. She started with little kisses planted on his chest. She stuck her tongue out and circled around his nipples. Meanwhile Rick brought up a hand and started stroking her hair. Cynthia kept kissing and moving down until she reached his pubic area. She then took her right hand and grabbed at the shaft of Rick's penis. She gave it a light squeeze as she flicked her tongue across the urethral opening. She licked all around his bulbous head. I could tell that Rick was enjoying this. He just had this look of pure satisfaction on his face. Cynthia started to move her head up and down with her hand closed tightly in a fist around his swollen shaft moving as she moved. Rick was starting to move his hips up to meet her mouth. Cynthia's breasts were swaying lightly as she bobbled up and down. Rick was close to orgasm as his breathing became ragged once again and he shut his eyes tightly. So it was a surprise when Rick gently pulled Cynthia's face off of his dick. You could hear Cynthia whimper at the same time that the dick was released from her mouth with a slight popping sound. But Rick brought Cynthia's face slowly up to meet his. His hands were holding her face gently as he pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
Rick broke the kiss and started to push Cynthia down on her back. Once she was on her back, he started to caress her all over. It almost looked like he was not even touching her. It looked like his hands were barely touching her skin. I could definitely see Cynthia reacting to this. Her skin was all goose-bumpy and she was writhing with anticipation. While he was doing this, he lowered his head towards her pussy. When she realized he was doing this, she sat up a little and tried to pull his face away.
"What's wrong honey? Don't you want me to give you pleasure?"
Cynthia had a sheepish look on her face. "Yes I do. But you just came in there. Isn't it gross for a guy to... well you know."
Rick grinned and gave a slight chuckle. "Thank you for thinking about me. But I figure that it's my own cum after all. And it's sexy as hell to watch a lady enjoy herself. So I don't really mind." With that, he just dove right in. You could see Cynthia's whole body just turn to jello. The look of bliss on her face burned into my mind. She was squealing slightly as Rick licked her protruding clit. She was in heaven at that moment. Rick quickly brought her to orgasm. Her screams reverberated around the locker room.
"Oh Rick, I need you to fuck me again. Baby I need you inside of me. Cum in me again baby."
She pounced on Rick and slammed him hard on his back onto the bench. She straddled the bench and lifted her pussy directly above Rick's throbbing dick. And in one shot she lowered herself onto his dick. She was a wild woman. She fucked with the heart of a thousand beasts. She was lost beyond any control. As she kept jumping up and down on his dick she had orgasm after orgasm. Finally I could tell that Rick was ready as he brought his hands up to hold her hips. And he thrust himself deeply into her and howled as he pumped his cum deep inside her. This brought Cynthia to that final apex of climax and she threw her head back and screamed an obscenity-laced tribute to how good Rick was.
As they were both finishing their orgasms, she was bringing her head forward and happened to have stopped. She opened her eyes wide. I realized then that she now saw me. I didn't know what to do. So I just turned around and ran. I ran out of there as fast as I could. I kept running. I don't think I stopped running until I got home. To be honest with you, I don't even know how I got home. I wasn't looking at the roads as I ran. I just ran.
I ran into my room and slamming the door. I threw myself on my bed and just lay there shocked as hell. I don't really know what I was thinking at the moment. All I knew was that suddenly I felt tears trickling down the side of my face. I hadn't even realized that I started forming tears much less have them flowing. I don't know how long I cried but I soon fell asleep.
My dreams that night were very abstract. In one part of it, I was taking a lizard and slicing it up in two. I had no idea what I was doing or why I was doing it. All I knew was that I was cutting up a lizard because it felt like the right thing to do. And then the picture in my mind would swirl and the next thing I know, I'm in that locker room again. But this time, it's me that is pumping into Cynthia. It was so real, yet so surreal at the same time. And as quickly as that image popped up, it was gone. Only to be replaced by me flying like Superman across a vast open crater like formation, similar to that of the Grand Canyon. I couldn't believe I was flying. It was really strange. What was even stranger was that I could see Cynthia's face, shining brightly above me. And I wanted to go to her. So I flew up higher. And as I kept going higher, she kept being farther and farther away. I kept trying my best to reach her. And finally it appeared like I was getting closer. YES! I was getting closer. I was only a few yards away. Then I was only a few feet. Finally I was inches from reaching her, when she suddenly disappeared. And right in front of me was the sun. I crashed right into the surface of the sun. It enveloped me in flames. I was falling back down, fire raging around me. I could see myself burning. My skin was being seared off of me. I couldn't necessarily feel the pain. But I could sense that I was in pain, a lot of it. I kept free-falling. I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop burning. I couldn't stop falling. I was getting closer to the ground. 100 yards, 80 yards, 60 yards, 40 yards, 20 yards, 10 yards, 5... SPLAT!
Right as I hit the ground, my eyes opened wide and I sat up straight in my bed. I was sweating all over and my mind was going a mile a minute. Ok... It was a dream. Breathe... It was only a dream... breathe... dream...breathe... dream...When my heart rate finally dropped down to an acceptable level, I just collapsed on my bed exhausted. I don't know what time it was then, but I knew that I ended up falling asleep fitfully until the morning light came through my window.
I woke up groggy. My mouth felt dry and fuzzy. My head was hurting. My body ached all over. And I just was not having a good morning. But I knew I had to get up. We were leaving for the flight to Reno today for the tournament. How I remembered that through the fog that was my brain this morning, I don't know. But I got up and showered and threw on my sweats. I grabbed my gym bag, which luckily already had my singlet, shoes and headgear in there already. So I walked out to the garage only to find my car not there. OH Shit! I forgot. In the haste to get home yesterday, I had actually run home instead of driving home. Thinking about this just brought back the flood of memories from last night. In my daze earlier, I was able not to think about it. Well, more like push it out of my mind. But it hit me straight in the face. And now what's worse was that I would have to walk to school and have half an hour all to myself as I walked to think about all of this. This was not going to be pleasant.
So I just started walking. And my mind was just filled with thoughts, emotions, and love. LOVE?! Where did that come from? It was a jumbled mess. From the burning images of Cynthia's passion to the strange dreams last night. It was all coming back to me. But all throughout, the word "LOVE" kept popping into my head. What the fuck was this? Am I trying to tell myself that I'm in love? NO! It can't be. I'm not in love. I barely know Cynthia. After all, she's more of a fantasy girl than anything else. I tried to shake this from my head, but it just kept coming back to haunt me.
Luckily, finally getting to school brought me out of my reverie. It was still too early in the morning for anyone else to be there but the wrestling team. I walked past the gate to the opening where it leads to the backside of the parking lot where the buses would be to take us to the airport. I saw my car still there from yesterday; the morning dew had covered it completely in this layer of soft water drops. Looking at the water drops only reminded me of the sheen of sweat on Cynthia's face as she fucked Rick. STOP IT! This is going to drive you nuts. STOP thinking about it!
I was able to stop thinking about it for a little while as I met up with my teammates. At least the conversation was fairly light as we talked about the trip. Most of us were excited as we didn't get to do the Reno trip last year. So only the seniors were ones who remembered it from their sophomore year. The bus was loaded and we took off for Ontario Airport. It was a little more than a three-hour flight. But at least I would have people to talk to. I wanted to keep myself as busy as I could without thinking about Cynthia, Rick or anything else that happened last night.
We got to Reno and checked into our hotel, the Silvery Legacy Hotel Casino. It wasn't too bad. Not quite up to par with some of the Las Vegas glitz, but close nonetheless. The RTOC (Reno Tournament of Champions) was held at the Reno Livestock Event Center. This is a huge tournament that has the College division teams on Wednesday and Thursday and the High School division teams on Friday and Saturday. We had an early morning grooming check at 6:30 A.M. and then weigh-ins were at 7:30 A.M., so coach had us in our rooms by nine o'clock.
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