Mornings on Horseback
Book Two - Chapter 3
I missed homeroom, since I had a good reason, but I could have made it for the announcement if I really wanted to. Instead I opened my locker and got a birth control pill, before I could forget, and went to the bathroom. I was sitting in a stall, trying to clean my pinkish raw gooey sloppy sperm-filled pussy when I heard…
"Good morning, BI High, this is Principal Sanders and it's my pleasure to announce this year's Homecoming Queen, her hand maidens, and her consort…s…" He sort of forgot that there were gonna be two of them for a second and I smiled.
"Our first handmaiden will be Brittany Cole…" He paused. "…The second handmaiden is Kelly Albright…" Another pause, longer this time because everyone would be wondering now. "…And the girl you voted our BI High Homecoming Queen is…Stephanie Avery!"
There was another pause and I was laughing, all by myself in the bathroom like a crazy person, stuffing toilet paper in my messy pussy. I could hear the muffled sound of kids talking through the wall behind me, there was a freshman class in there and they were loud.
"…Her consorts will be Mark Westin and Chris Wheelock. So congratulations to all of you for selecting your Queen and lets give Stephanie and her court a round of applause. Well done."
And that was the end of the announcements and the bell was going to ring in about three minutes, so I hurried and cleaned myself and wadded up some toilet paper to plug my pussy with, thinking maybe I should just buy some tampons sometime. I wondered how well that would work, since I just used pads when I got my period and that wasn't much heavier than a big load of Mark's cum inside my pussy. I wondered if I didn't have some pads down in my gym locker, actually, I'd have to stick it in my cheer shorts though cause it wasn't like that thong had a lot of crotch to…
Riiiiing…Homeroom was over.
"Shoot." I frowned, finishing up quickly and pulling up my thong and digging my shorts out of my bag so I could put those on.
Of course a bunch of girls came into the bathroom before first class and so when I came out of the stall I was smiling and blushing and feeling, I don't know, a little strange. I mean, I was a beauty queen, and being the Homecoming Queen is sorta like that, but I hadn't even entered the contest, you know? It was so weird!
Everyone I saw was congratulating me and happy for me and all I could think of was that I had to call my dad. And then I thought I had to find Mark and Chris, cause wouldn't they be excited! And oh, God! I was like bouncing because it just really hit me when I saw all the other students and I went to the school office first, knowing I didn't have much time before my class started, but probably Mrs. Henderson would understand and give me a pass and…
"Stephy!" Mark was grinning when I turned around and I didn't care who was there, I just really needed a hug.
"Did you hear?" I asked and I was hugging my big boyfriend tight, right in the middle of the hall, and even a teacher wouldn't have minded right then.
"Hear what?" Mark laughed and I just shut my eyes cause dumb as it sounds I thought I might cry.
"God, I can't believe it," I said, but I doubted he could understand me since I was talking to his chest.
"You're the Homecoming Queen." Mark rubbed my back and I knew he thought that was pretty cool.
"I'm gonna go call my dad." I lifted my head after about a minute and Mark had to get to his class anyway.
"Your dad?" Mark grinned. "Yeah, you better."
Weird as it sounds, my mom isn't a pageant mom at all. I mean, she supports me and everything and she helps me a lot, but I don't think it really means all that much to her. Except that it makes me happy of course, and she's proud, but you know what I mean. My mom's pretty normal about it, unlike some of those other mothers I've seen. It's life and death for those women. They're kinda crazy sometimes.
My dad, on the other hand, isn't living or dying on whether or not I win a beauty pageant, but he is seriously into it. He thinks I'm the most beautiful, perfect girl in the world, which all fathers should think of their daughters, of course. He's the one who really gets excited when I win though, even more than I do.
I'm not sure why that is, exactly, or what it means, and he tells me before a pageant starts that if I don't win he's still proud, but I'm always nervous that I'll disappoint my dad if I don't. The following spring I'd be entering the Miss Teen New York pageant and that's when I figured I'd find out what disappointing him would feel like. I seriously doubted I'd win that one; there'd be like seventy girls, the most beautiful girls in the state, and I was just me.
Anyway, Mark knew about my dad and he let me go, although I felt like I wanted the rest of the day off. School? God, how was I ever going to think about that stuff now? Luckily for me, I managed to avoid Brittany and Kelly, or more likely they were avoiding me, at least for the moment. I was dreading seeing those two girls, believe me!
"Hi Mom!" I said into the phone and Mrs. Henderson smiled at me and she was already filling out my hall pass.
"Take your time, dear," the secretary nodded.
"Stephanie? What's wrong?" Mom always assumed the worst. Well, who wouldn't? There weren't a lot of good reasons to call home from school, that was why this was so awesome!
"Nothing at all," I almost giggled. "Is Daddy there?"
"Your father? He's out in the pressing shed, why?"
"Okay, um…" I thought about it. "This is a secret, okay? Don't tell him."
"Tell him what? Stephanie, you'd better explain what…"
"I'm the Homecoming Queen, Mom!" I just about shrieked and then I lowered my voice, blushing and looking away from the people in the office who looked at me.
"What?"
"I'm the Homecoming Queen. They voted for me! Can you believe it? They even changed the rules! I'm the Homecoming Queen and I'm gonna ride the float with Mark and Chris! I get two consorts cause I have two boyfriends! I'm gonna be the Homecoming Queen, Mom!"
"Yeah, slow down. I got that…Uh, well…Okay…"
"Isn't that great, Mom?" I was almost laughing.
"It is great. Yeah. I'm very proud of you, I just…I didn't know you were running for…"
"I wasn't!" I did laugh then. "It was just all the other kids writing my name down, I got like two hundred votes, more than that! Way more than anyone else!"
"Well. That is something, honey. Congratulations. I guess, huh…We need to celebrate, um, I'll cook something nice. You can have your friends over tonight, okay?"
"Yeah! Wow, okay and oh, jeeze…I think, do I need a new dress? Hmmm…I think, I'll have to ask…" My head was spinning. I didn't even know what I was supposed to wear for the parade!
"I'm sure we can find you a dress, Stephanie." Mom was shaking her head, I could tell, but smiling too, I thought.
"Ohhhh…" I stopped cold.
"What?"
"We're going to Chris' house tonight for dinner. Remember I told you about that?" I frowned. I loved Chris, but his parents were like the last two people on earth I wanted to see on this particular night.
"Oh, right." Mom made a cheek sucking sound. "You could invite them over here, I suppose."
It was an offer my mom didn't really want to make, I knew that. Chrissy's parents had been over once, for a barbecue, and my dad had slept on the couch that night. Wendy Wheelock, Chris' mom, she was hazardous to my father's health. Georgie was dangerous to mine.
"No…" I sighed. "We can have a little party tomorrow night, okay? I'll invite some friends, is that alright Mom?"
"Sure, Steph, tomorrow is fine. It even gives me a little more time. Maybe I can bake a little cake, how about that?" My mom agreed and so it was settled.
"A cake? Mark will love it. Don't forget though, it's a secret!" I giggled, because not even Chris' parents could keep my spirits down right then. "I want to see the look on Daddy's face when I tell him."
"He's going to be thrilled." Mom laughed too. "I won't say a word."
"I gotta go to class. I love you."
"Love you too, Stephanie. Be good."
"Always!" I made a kissy sound and hung up the phone.--------------------------------------------------------
I spent the rest of the morning thanking people, accepting congratulations, and generally basking in the warm glow of being undeniably the most popular girl in high school. It was a bit sobering though; kind of, I don't know, frightening…I mean, I'd be in a class with thirty kids and probably half of them had voted for me, more than half, and they'd had to go out of their way to do it. I hadn't even been running, or eligible for that matter, but they'd still voted for me. It carried some responsibility, I thought, but I just didn't know what kind.
I finally stopped worrying about it though. Like what was I going to do, start acting different? Nobody wanted that. So I figured my responsibility was just to keep being me, if that makes any sort of sense. I thanked everyone and in my trig class. Mr. Hodges actually had me make a little speech, which sort of freaked me out. But it was nice actually, because I stood up and just said thank you and asked the kids to help me cheer for the football team, and we'd have a really good Homecoming. It was nothing serious, just talking, but that seemed okay.
I was really glad I only had to do it once though!
Before my trig class, which was my class just before lunch, I had science, which was sort of biology combined with chemistry. As I said, I did a lot of smiling and saying thank you, and tried to make sure I was still being me, but it was labs again too. At least we weren't cutting up a frog, just mixing a few chemicals and writing down what happened, so it was easy. Unfortunately, with Angie Stover for my lab partner nothing was ever easy.
"The Homecoming Queen, neat-oh!" Angie said, and she was teasing me, of course, while she was pulling her blonde hair back into a short pony tail, twisting a rubber band around it.
She'd dyed the edge pink, like the last inch of her blonde hair all around, or maybe more purple than pink. I guess it was supposed to look punk or something. Angie was wearing a little t-shirt, a pink one like her hair, that said "Baby On Board" except she'd used a magic marker to make a V between 'Baby' and 'On', and had written the word 'NOT!' above that. That was pretty funny, especially since she had a little pot belly and could have been a few months pregnant if you didn't know better. It was a cute belly though, just baby fat really, and she liked showing it off.
"Yeah. It's pretty weird," I smiled and shrugged.
"Old Sanders likes you, huh?" Angie grinned at me, leaning close.
"What?" I didn't get what she meant at first.
"You know…" She leaned really close and we were sitting high on these stools at the lab bench. "…Did ya have to fuck him? Or just…"
"What?" I gasped.
Angie was sticking her tongue in her cheek, moving it around while she pumped her right fist close to her mouth. It was pretty disgusting and it made me blush after about three seconds of trying to comprehend it.
"Stop that!" I swallowed hard and looked around but most people seemed to be busy doing their work.
"Hey, I'm just askin' is all," Angie giggled. "You can tell me. I heard about beauty pageants and everything."
"Well, you heard wrong." I stared at her.
"Yeah right!" she snorted. "You weren't even on the list, so how did you get elected Homecoming Queen?"
"I don't know." I frowned. "People just voted for me. Let's do this stuff."
"Fuck that stuff; I did it last year, see?"
Angie slid her notebook over and I guess she had done some stuff in her science class the year before. She had all the results for the tests we were supposed to do, but I didn't exactly trust the notes of a girl who'd failed the class.
"We should do it anyway," I said and started reaching for a glass beaker.
"Whatever." Angie was bored with it. "So…You find out who's fucking your boyfriends yet?"
"You're so weird Angie." I shook my head, determined to ignore that talk.
"I heard Mark's got a big dick." She leaned on her elbow, slouched to the left and watching me. "Like really big."
"Oh yeah?" I didn't look at her.
"Fucking huge, that's what I heard."
"I don't care."
"It's gonna hurt the first time he fucks you."
"Maybe he won't," I shrugged.
"Yeah, probably not, huh?" Angie giggled. "You're the one who's weird, Steph."
"I'm saving it, so what?"
"It isn't money, it's fun." Angie shifted a little. "You can't save up fun, that's stupid. All you do is miss out on it."
"Maybe it's special." I glanced at her while I waited for my chemicals to change color.
"It is special," Angie agreed.
"Then what's wrong with waiting?"
"Cause it can be special now, dopey!" she laughed at me.
"What do you care if I have sex or not?" I was writing in my notebook.
"I just wanna know if you're ever gonna fuck Mark or not," Angie said, like she was talking about the weather.
"What? Why?"
"Cause he's fucking someone and so he'd probably fuck me, if I asked him real nice." Angie gave me a look. "And if you don't care who he's fucking, then…"
"What?" I said in a low voice. I didn't like this.
"…I don't want him to be my boyfriend. I ain't gonna steal him or anything. I just want to see how big his dick is."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm just saying I want to fuck him and I figured I'd tell you before I did it, you know." Angie was smiling. "So we can still be friends and stuff."
We were probably pretty lucky that we weren't dissecting something cause I'd have stabbed her, I think. Or most likely not. It was pretty tempting to grab that beaker full of blue vinegar and throw it in her face though. On any other day, I'd have done it. Maybe people believe that, maybe not since it's hard to imagine me doing something like that, but I would have, I swear. I had my fingers around it and I lifted it up a bit, but I was the Homecoming Queen now, and I was going to start a chemical fight in my science class? Not likely.
Maybe my problem is that I'm not impulsive enough. Any other girl in the world would have kicked Angie's ass for talking like that. Telling me she was going to fuck my boyfriend? Like she was doing me a favor? So we could still be friends afterwards? Jesus, you have no idea what that does to a person until it happens to you. I couldn't even breathe and I had to close my eyes and put the beaker down and just nod my head slowly, reminding myself that Angie was just being Angie.
"Well, thanks for telling me," I said, somehow, making it real sarcastic though.
"No problem," Angie giggled. "Hey! I can do Chris too, if you want. He's pretty hot."
I threw the blue vinegar on her stupid pink t-shirt.
"Oops! Oh, shoot…"
"Hey? Bitch!" Angie stared down at herself for a second.
"…I'm so sorry, God! I didn't…I just knocked it over!"
"You threw it on me!"
Angie was making a lot of noise, me too as you can imagine, and I was grabbing the roll of paper towels nearby and offering like I was going to help her get cleaned up.
"It was an accident, I'm sorry…"
Everyone was looking and a few kids were laughing and everyone talking, you know. People had to get up and see the disaster and Mr. Vaughn, our science teacher, was coming over, and Angie was super pissed, like she wanted to throw something on me, and I was trying to give her paper towels.
I did a lot of apologizing, not just to Angie, but to Mr. Vaughn as well. He was a young, thirty something, who had moved to the county from New York City with his wife and baby, and a pretty funny guy. I liked him. He liked me too, which once again shows the value of going out of my way to be a good girl. Plus it was my special day, and that didn't hurt, also the fact that Angie was a full blown bad girl, well…I almost felt bad when it became obvious that her outrageous allegation, that I'd purposefully thrown dangerous blue vinegar on her brand new pink t-shirt, was falling on deaf ears.
"Let's try and be more careful in the future, Stephanie," Mr. Vaughn told me and then looked around the classroom. "Let this be a lesson to all of us; we're in a science lab people…
"I'll get you for this, cunt," Angie said under her breath and she was getting her stuff so she could go to the bathroom and try and clean herself up.
I was fairly certain her t-shirt was ruined forever now. If nothing else she'd smell like pickles all day long, and of course everyone would tell everyone else about how Angie had gotten blue vinegar all over her, and the big scene she'd made, and …blah blah blah
I'd gotten away with it, at least so far as Mr. Vaughn was concerned, and that was all that mattered. Angie wasn't going to ever be able to 'get me' I didn't think. She had as much chance of getting back at me as she did of fucking one of my boyfriends, which was none at all, in my expert opinion.
That hadn't been the point of it though, since even if Mark did want to fuck her I probably wouldn't have gotten mad about it, well, maybe a little. It's nice to say I wouldn't, but probably I would, I don't know. We did agree though a long time before, that if we wanted sex with someone else it was okay, so long as we were honest about it. But I'd only really tested that once, with Sandy's brother, since Mark had been there when I did Todd. Mark had never tested me though, and the truth was that I didn't want him to.
Anyway, the point was that nobody should ever talk to me the way Angie had, and probably she only thought she could get away with it because I was such a good girl. After Angie left I started thinking maybe I needed to figure out a way to let people know that just because I was so nice and good and popular, it didn't mean people could walk all over me.
But how does a good girl get a bad reputation? And still be good, I mean. That was a toughie, but I started thinking I'd better figure it out.--------------------------------------------------------
"Hey…" I caught up with Chris as he was walking into the cafeteria.
"Hi, there you are! I was looking all over…"
"Let's skip lunch," I said softly and don't ask me why.
"What? Why?" Chris wondered, but I didn't have a good answer then, or now.
Chris probably figured it was the thing with Angie, which had gotten around the school fast because it was sort of funny and most people thought Angie ought to get a little vinegar thrown on her anyway. I wasn't avoiding anyone though, at least not because of that.
"Come on. Hurry up…" I'd made up my mind, pretty much in the instant between not seeing and then seeing him. In that split nanosecond between photons reflecting from his cute face, something clicked inside me.
"Where are we going?" Chris was letting me pull him by the hand and we were going to the gym, but I wasn't telling him that.
"Shhhh…This way, we have to be sneaky."
Maybe it was because I was the Homecoming Queen and I felt bulletproof, so to speak. Like I was invulnerable, like Super Girl, you know? I could do anything on that day and nothing could hurt me. I felt like I was ten feet tall and walking on air.
Or maybe it was because I'd had everyone and their cousin telling me all morning what a good girl I was. What a sweet girl, so innocent and nice and deserving. I was a model for all girls everywhere, or so it seemed to some of those people, teachers and students. I knew I wasn't and so did anyone else with a bit of common sense. Nobody is perfect, certainly not me, so maybe I just wanted to prove it, even if it was only to myself.
I didn't want to be that super good girl all the time.
"In here…" I looked around and the hallway was deserted.
Everyone was either in class, or at lunch. Nobody was around and we were sneaking into the storage room, back stage in the gym. It was big and dark and full of props mostly, and stuff for plays and folding chairs, and mats. There was a big huge pile of thin rubber mats, blue and covered with vinyl. The gym classes used them sometimes, like for rope climbing and stuff. We used them for tumbling too, so we wouldn't bust our heads on the hard floor, you know.
"Steph…" Chris laughed, but softly.
"Come on…Lock the door."
The door was never looked during school hours because one of the emergency exits was back there, but it could be locked from the inside and Chris did it. The doors leading to the stage were closed and they were always locked, but I was double checking, cause I was scared half out of my mind, but so excited I thought I'd have a heart attack! I even checked the emergency door, not pushing it open, cause that would sound an alarm, but just pulling it gently to make sure it was shut tight.
"What are we doing?" Chris asked and it was pretty dark in there, the one light I'd turned on was near the back and left most everything in shadows.
"I'll show you…" I grinned and pulled one of the mats off the pile, then another one, just cause they were pretty thin.
"You want to wrestle?" Chris laughed and shook his head.
"Oh yeah!" I stuck out my tongue and plopped down on our makeshift bed. "Come here…"
"Oh, man! You're crazy." Chris stared at me. "What if we get caught?"
"We won't. Come on. We have to hurry." Our lunch was only about forty minutes long.
"What if we do, Steph? You don't want to do this…"
"Yeah, I do." I bit my bottom lip and I was trembling inside, I was so wanting it.
"You're the Homecoming Queen, if we get busted…" Chris was shaking his head but he was coming closer, sitting down finally next to me and I had my arms open for him.
"I need you, Chris," I whispered and I pulled him back to lie down with me. "I need you so bad right now, okay?"
"Okay, Steph." He stopped trying to talk me out of it and rolled over a bit so we were on our sides facing each other.
He wanted me too, we both knew that, but Chris had been doing his boyfriendly duty and trying to watch out for me. I appreciated that too, a lot more than I ever told him. Enough was enough though and he wasn't ever going to say no long enough to talk me out of what I really wanted right then, and he knew it.
I kissed him, or maybe he kissed me, it's always so hard to tell with Chris. He always feels like he's giving, you know? Even when he's the one doing the taking, doing the kissing, I'd swear it was all me. I loved that about him, the way he'd give and give and never make you feel bad about it.
"I've never done this," I giggled a moment later, licking my lips. "I feel like a virgin."
"I always feel like that when I'm with you." Chris smiled and it was a shy one. God! I had no idea how he could be shy with me, but he was.
"You do?" I moved my hand down between us, to feel his semi-hard cock through the soft material of his pants.
"Oh yeah," he nodded and he was rubbing my back nice and looking into my eyes.
"Have you ever been in a parade before?" I asked him, thinking that was probably a first for him too.
"Uh, no….Do I have to be on the float?"
"Of course!" I kissed him softly. "You and Mark will be right there. You have to wear a tuxedo, I think."
"A tuxedo?" Chris looked surprised.
"Well, yeah." I nodded seriously. "And at the Homecoming Dance, we have to get pictures taken for the yearbook and stuff, and the newspaper too, probably."
I giggled and his cock was growing harder so I started unzipping him. This was one of my fantasies. I mean a very real one, having sex at school. It sounds dumb probably, not even very wild, as I'm sure a lot of girls have done it. But I never did and for me this was really insane. It made my pussy crumble like a soft moist, dipped in cream for too long cookie. I was falling apart inside and it took all my concentration to move as slow as we were. I wanted to rape him.
"Oh, jeeze," Chris breathed, making a little face.
"What? It'll be nice." I said and kissed him again, smiling as my hand slipped inside his trousers.
"What if I screw it up or something?" he asked. "I don't want to ruin it for you. Mark should be your date, not…"
"Shush!" I frowned and then gave his cock a squeeze. "Boxers today?"
"I, uh…Mark left a pair at my house."
"What?" I gasped and I must have looked pretty funny because Chris giggled.
"Well, yeah. He comes over sometimes, you know?"
"I know, I just didn't…In your room?"
"Where else?" Chris grinned. "My parents think we're surfing the net for porn or something."
"Really?" I laughed at that.
Chris had a computer in his room and he said he'd used to play with it a lot, for chatting and surfing or whatever, but not since he'd met me and Mark. We didn't have a lot of time for internet and I seriously didn't see the attraction for porn, at least not for the pictures that I'd seen by accident sometimes when I was doing homework. Some of those were just nasty! I was reasonably sure a boy had invented porn, and probably the internet too, just so he could get more porn, you know?
I was freeing Chrissy's cock and he was fully hard now, his perfect sized cock, like I dunno, six inches, or close to seven maybe, and curved just a bit like a banana. I loved his cock. I loved the way it looked, the smell, the taste, the way it felt in my hand, or most especially in my pussy. Everything about it was nice.
"You know how their brains work," Chris sighed, but he was smiling. "It's just hard keeping my mom away from Mark."
"I don't want to hear it!" I giggled, but inside I knew he wasn't lying and it made me a little miffed.
"Sorry."
"So Mark fucks you in your own bed?" I stroked Chrissy's cock slowly, rubbing my thumb around the smooth head as it was already leaking clear precum.
"Well, sometimes," Chris sighed happily and moved his hips. "Mostly on the floor. My bed squeaks a lot."
I giggled at that and kissed Chris hard on the mouth, jerking my boyfriend off while we made out for a few minutes. He was squeezing my tits through my top and my bra underneath, a small smooth sports bra that I just wore to make my dad happy. It hid my nipples just fine, but happily it was thin enough that Chris could still find them and my motor was seriously running, as Mark would have said.
I knew Mark went over to Chris' house once in awhile, or more often Chris went to Mark's house. Usually after they dropped me off at home, as we went out after dinner sometimes, just for a few hours usually. We used to do it every night almost, but now that school was really serious I had to do my homework, and be the good girl. Mark and Chris had to be my responsible boyfriends, you know, all that stuff. Mostly all we really had were the weekends, and my rides to and from school.
Chris and Mark had it a lot better, I thought. Mark was almost eighteen and his parents had always given him a lot of slack anyway, because he was pretty mature. He could pretty much stay out til around midnight every night if he wanted, so long as he could get up in the morning for chores, get good grades in school, and quarterback the football team…He was usually home a lot earlier than midnight, believe me. But he had the choice, which was seriously cool.
Chris, on the other hand, his parents were from another planet. He was sixteen, like me, and they really didn't care what time he came home. Or if they did, I never heard about it. Chris did tell me that he'd get a beating from his dad if he screwed up though, like crashed the car, got busted for something, went out drinking or whatever. So as long as he stayed out of trouble, he could come and go as he liked, which was just alien to me. I didn't know if I'd want parents like that or not. I mean, it was kinda nice being worried about, you know?
"These mats aren't gonna squeak at all," I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows.
"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked one last time, because he didn't care about himself so much as he did me.
This was uncharted territory, fucking my boyfriend at school, and I wasn't sure about anything. I sort of blame it on wanting to be a bad girl, you know, get tougher after my incident with Angie. Not that anyone was ever gonna find out about this, but you know, I'd know what I'd done and maybe it would come out in my attitude. Or something.
"Oh, yeah!" I giggled and I let go of his cock after one more good squeeze, so I could pull off my shorts and then my small blue thong, taking them all the way off and holding them up with a smile.
"If you say so, Stephy," Chris sighed happily and he was gonna fuck me nice.--------------------------------------------------------
"Oh wait…"
"What?" Chris froze as he was about to get on top of me, missionary style.
I giggled and made a little face as I concentrated on getting the sort of scrunched up, rolled up, twisted up, wad of soggy spermy toilet paper out of my pussy. It was my fourth one, my improvised semen soaker-upper thingy and I kind of wrinkled my nose at it before tossing it over my head towards the shadows. We could hear it land with sort of a wet smuush sound.
"Sorry," I shrugged.
"I don't want to know!" Chris laughed and he was shaking his head.
"Mark." I sorta explained with a smile. "He's persistent."
"Oh, very punny…Can we make love now?" Chris wondered. "Or is there anything else in there…"
"Nope!" I giggled and tugged at him, pulling my boyfriend on top of me. "Make love to me now."
That's what we called it, Chris and me, making love. Mark fucked me, and he fucked Chris too, but for my blonde boyfriend and me, it was making love.
"I can't believe it…Ummmm…." Chris smiled as he braced himself on his left arm and pushed his cock inside me with his right hand.
"Ohhh…Yessss…" I hissed and it felt electric, my hot wet pussy being split open for the second time that day. "Believe what?"
"That I'm having sex with the Homecoming Queen," he chuckled.
"Just don't go bragging to your friends about it," I said and I lifted my legs, locking my ankles around Chrissy's waist.
"Me?" Chris shook his head. "I just want to see Mark's reaction when he finds out."
"Heh…Push now…Do it…" I smiled up at him and wriggled my butt a little because we weren't moving at all.
"Kay…I love you…"
"I am so in love with you," I breathed and moved my hand up to his long soft hair, pulling him down so we could make out while we made love.
I felt like I was crashing into a big brick wall, except the bricks were made out of honey. Soft and sweet and sticky. I was really doing it, fucking my boyfriend at school. There were over four hundred kids in the building, dozens of teachers, and we were just on the other side of the door, kissing deep and moaning softly into each other's mouths, and moving our bodies together. Chrissy's cock was all the way inside me. That's the way we liked to do it.
Mark fucked me in and out, with long hard thrusts back and forth and that was good. Chris and me, we did it another way, our own special way. He'd get his cock as far inside me as he could and then we'd kiss and just grind, a little in and out, but a whole lot more of just moving our hips and asses and working that wonderful penis around inside me like he was stirring up something good for dinner. Girl pudding, extra creamy and with a little tangy seasoning for zest, which was a thought I didn't want in the middle of making love because it made me giggle.
"What?" Chris smiled and he was breathing hard, like me.
"Mmmm…" I was lifting my ass and rolling my hips, "…I just love the way you fuck me."
"I thought maybe I'd found someplace ticklish in there." He stuck out his tongue and I lifted my head real quick so I could suck it.
That was another thing we both liked, and Mark too, but not as much. I loved sucking Chrissy's tongue. It was long and soft, not too thick either, just amazingly long and probably that's why he was so good at eating my pussy. Chris did that a lot. He loved to go down on me and he loved going down on Mark too, which was sweet. He was seriously into oral and Chris would lick me before, during, and after sex. He didn't mind it if I was all messy, not one bit, in fact I think he liked it even better that way.
I hadn't really liked the taste of sperm that much, at least not at first. Or most likely it was the texture I didn't care for, but I'd gotten used to it and now it didn't bother me. Chris liked it though, I mean he really did, and that had made me like it even more too. After we made love, usually if we had time, Chris would pull out of me after he came and just cook me with his mouth. There's no other word for it. He'd go down on me before I could even think about asking him to, and that was heaven. Sometimes I thought fucking was heaven, but in reality, having my pussy licked after being fucked was just the absolute end. God! I loved that so much.
Mark would do it, well, he'd done it once and it was okay, but not the same as with Chris. Weird how that works, but everybody has stuff they're good at, and stuff they really like to do, and for Mark that was fucking. He loved to fuck my pussy and Chrissy's ass. He liked getting head too, obviously, but only to get him ready to fuck. He didn't mind cumming in my mouth, or in Chris', and when he did he always liked watching us kiss and share it, we all loved that a lot, but for Mark it was all about sinking that huge cock of his inside one of us.
"How come you never fuck Mark?" I asked Chris after a few more minutes of kissing.
"I don't know." Chris licked his lips. "I guess, um…I dunno."
"I want to see it, just once." I tightened my legs around Chris, pulling him hard against me.
"He makes me feel…" Chris cleared his throat softly.
"What?" I looked into his eyes, dark in the weak light.
"Do you think I'm, uh…Girly?" Chris reddened even more than he already was.
"What? No, of course not!" I shook my head.
"Okay," he nodded.
"Did Mark say something? Does he treat you like a girl?" I knew Mark didn't, at least not on purpose, but maybe Chris felt that way. Something was bothering him, I thought.
"No, he treats me like…" Chris laughed and shrugged and pushed his cock hard inside me, rotating his hips so it felt good.
"Mmmmm…" I sighed.
"…Like a boyfriend, like we're both boys," Chris continued.
"Good," I smiled. "Cause you both are."
"But he makes me feel, I don't know. When we kiss and when we have sex, you know." Chris explained slowly. "I just feel like he's bigger, or…I don't know."
"He makes you feel safe, doesn't he?" I gave Chris a kiss. "He protects you, when he's holding you, right? Is that what you mean?"
"Yeah, exactly and I wonder if, well, I know you don't feel like that with me. Do you?"
"You're two different people." I pulled him close, I wanted his face next to mine. "You're two different boys. You make me feel safe too, I promise."
"But not the same way." Chrissy's chin was on my shoulder, his mouth close to my ear.
"You're the one that makes me feel safe inside," I whispered.
I stroked Chris' hair and my pussy was squeezing him because whenever we talked during sex it was always so serious and it turned me on. I don't know why, or how, but it did. I wasn't lying either, Mark made me feel safe physically, and I needed him emotionally, I loved him. But Chris, he was as big inside as Mark was outside. He wasn't girly either, he was just insecure and still learning. It wasn't being girly to have those doubts, it was just part of growing.
"You asked why I never did it with him though…"
"Liking the way Mark loves you doesn't make you less of a man," I told Chris. "And you don't have to do anything to prove it. I was just curious, that's all."
"I do like the way we do it. I mean, Mark and me," Chris sighed and he was fucking me now, thrusting in and out because we were both going to cum finally.
"That's all that matters then." I kissed his ear, and then licked and then bit it gently because I was cumming all of a sudden, like it snuck up on me.
Cumming around Chris' cock is pretty awesome because my muscles, all those little ones inside my pussy, they can really clamp down hard and it always brings Chris off. I was writhing like crazy too, I mean we had the room so I was all over the place and just clutching the boy against me. Chris was kissing my face and his chest was against my tits and he was driving his cock inside me pussy hard, like trying to nail me down to the floor and it was so good.
"D-Don't cum…yet…" I breathed and I knew he was close.
"Why…What?" Chris blinked at me as I tried to focus.
"It'll be a…" I swallowed thickly. "…mess…Cum in my mouth…"
"Okay…Hmmm…" Chris grinned weakly. "Let me up…"
"Oh…" I giggled and tried to catch my breath and reluctantly unwrapped my arms and legs from around him.
This was my solution to the mess problem, sort of. Chris moved, holding his wet shiny cock, which was dark and red with the need to cum, and he sort of kneeled there while I scrambled to get my mouth on it. He was going to explode and I got my lips around the swollen head, tasting my orgasm strong, really tangy and sort of like the ocean, or something, salty and…Whatever. I tasted good and I didn't mind licking my own cum from his cock, that was for sure.
I slid my lips down and Chris put his hands on my head, arching his back and thrusting up and it was just right. I made like I was taking a big drink of water and Chrissy's cock slid right into my throat, and it wasn't even really uncomfortable the way it is sometimes, probably cause I was still cumming, sort of. His cock slid all the way inside and then he groaned, holding my head tight and hunching over me, my nose inside his open trousers, because we were still dressed, and Chris' pubic hair tickled me, but I wasn't gonna sneeze.
I had a good six inches of cock buried in my face and he was cumming hard, his balls pumping semen straight down my open throat and into my tummy. I couldn't even taste him, just my own juices because his cock was covered with my girl cum. I held my breath and squeezed his thighs and kept his cock there as long as I could, before pulling away all red face and gasping cool air into my aching lungs. Then I could taste his rich creamy sperm. His cock left a trail of it over my tongue and it was still leaking out of him, Chrissy's cum dripping onto the mat as his cock bobbed slowly up and down just in front of my face.
"Oh, God that was good, Steph." Chris was smiling and stroking my hair and I grinned at him, licking my lips.
"Let me clean it," I said.
I spent a few minutes cleaning him up good, licking and kissing his clock, gathering every bit of our juices that I could and swallowing it down eagerly while my boyfriend watched. When I finished Chris pulled me close so he could kiss me deep, his tongue in my mouth tasting the both of us there and sharing it with me. His cock was still hard too. Mark usually went soft, but Chris usually stayed hard, at least after the first orgasm. After his second he flagged a little, but that was normal anyway. The fact that he could cum and stay hard as a rock the first time, that was always cool and we teased Mark with it all the time.
The bell was ringing while we kissed, which about gave us both a heart attack and then we laughed and moved quickly to get ourselves straightened out. I was still pretty messy and I needed a bathroom bad. I was sure that I stank of our sex and I probably had some serious spermy breath too, but at least I was prepared for that.
"Want some gum?" I grinned at Chris as he tucked his cock away, sort of grimacing as it was still pretty stiff.
"Heh!" He just shook his head at me and I think Chris was just a little amazed that he'd just fucked the Homecoming Queen in the middle of school.
I know I was.