My First Time
written by:
jvltx21

My First Time

We'd been making out for close to fifteen minutes, and things were starting to get pretty hot. Jill leaned forward and pressed her ruby red lips to mine, and I responded by pulling her closer to me. The feel of her feminine body aroused me to new heights. There seemed to be a fire burning in my pants, and I was eager to douse the flames

"Perhaps this will be the night," I thought to myself. As we continued to kiss, I took a quick look at my surroundings. The pine bench in the dugout seemed to be up to the task...hopefully Jill would be too. Slowly, I ran my hand up her slim leg. Just touching her in an erotic way was enough to send bolts of electricity through my body. She responded with a soft moan. Again, I pulled her tightly to me, making her aware of the stiffness in my pants. We stopped kissing long enough to take a seat.

Next door, the crowd continued to roar at the football field, but I was oblivious to them as I marveled at Jill's beauty. She was a true knockout, and I felt fortunate to be dating her. Chin-length blonde hair framed a cute face, highlighted by big blue eyes and a slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full and pouty, and the deep red lipstick she wore accentuated them. Her body was slim and curvy with nice full breasts and an ass made to fill out jeans, although she rarely wore jeans.

Tonight, she wore a pink button down sweater that hugged her bosom, and an ankle length blue skirt. In looks and attitude, she was the prototypical "goody-goody school girl", and I was very attracted to her...mentally and physically. The fact that she was somewhat bookish made her less popular with most guys, but her brains had never intimidated me.

Sitting on the dugout bench at the empty baseball field, our passion drew us together again. Jill kissed me forcefully, and I allowed my hands to slide down and stroke her butt. I had touched her ass on several occasions, but it still excited me. After three months of dating, we were still virgins, so every little step counted. We had been at the fondling stage for what seemed like an eternity; I had yet to remove any of her clothing, which led me to believe that actual sex was still a long way off.

We kissed aggressively, and leaned back, allowing Jill to straddle me. We breathing heavily as our crotches rubbed together fiercely. Jill slid her hand down and started rubbing my swollen cock through my pants. This had become part of our routine a few weeks earlier. Her motions were haphazard and sloppy, but it was a step in the right direction.

"I'm so turned on," I whispered. Jill responded with a soft moan. Her short blonde hair hung in her face as she continued to grind her hips into mine. She supported herself with one hand, while the other frantically stroked on my cock. Instinctively, I reached up and started to unbutton her sweater. I got halfway down, exposing a pretty bra with a pink floral pattern, stretched to its limits by two very full breasts. Her nipples were extremely hard, and I could see them protruding through the satin material.

Shocked that things had gotten this far, I didn't want her to stop to think. Eagerly, I leaned forward and began kissing her neck, quickly working my way down to the tops of her breasts. Jill continued moaning softly as she rubbed her crotch against mine. I reached up and took a breast in my hand and rubbed her nipple through the thin fabric with my thumb. Jill responded with a high-pitched squeal of delight. I reached up and grabbed the top of her bra, planning to gaze upon a woman's breast for the first time, and then suddenly Jill was pushing away.

"No...no," she said standing up. She took a few steps back, still trying to catch her breathe. Her hair was slightly damp from her own sweat, despite the chilly night air.

"What?" I asked as I stood up. "What's wrong?" I got up quickly and walked over to her. We kissed, and my hands returned to her perfect butt.

Initially, she returned my kiss, but after a few seconds, she put a hand on my chest, pushing me away again. She reached down and started to button her sweater. "We can't do this," she said. "Not here."

"Well, we're smart kids," I responded. "I'm sure we can think of someplace else to go."

She looked at me with a stunned look. "No, what I mean," she stammered, "is that we can't do this. Not now, I'm not ready."

I spent the next ten minutes trying to change her mind, knowing in my heart that it was hopeless. It was hard to hide my disgust and frustration.

Finally, she finished by telling me we should cool down for a while, and that she was going to sit with her friends. "I love you," she said, giving me a light kiss. I didn't respond, but walked off into the shadows, feeling a mixture of guilt and pleasure for snubbing her. She stood staring at me for a few minutes, and then walked back to the crowded stadium to find her friends. I knew she would be near tears, and despite my desire to comfort her, part of me felt that she deserved to have her feelings hurt, even though she had done nothing wrong.

I stayed hidden for the rest of the evening, sitting in the shadows trying to understand my emotions, avoiding Jill, but keeping an eye on her at the same time. When the football game ended, I knew she would look for me, but I remained out of sight until I saw her leave with her friends. I was planning to sulk a little longer, when I suddenly realized I didn't have a ride home. I started walking around the stadium, hoping to find one of my friends, but they had apparently all left, probably assuming that I was off fooling around with Jill, which was exactly where I wanted to be. I was about to give up when I bumped into Ashley Welch.

"Hey, how are you," she called out, walking over to give me a hug. I had known Ashley most of my life. She was a year older than me and lived next door. We had been best friends when we were younger, and she was the first girl I had kissed in junior high. In high school, Ashley had become extremely popular, due mostly to her good looks, great personality, and the fact that she was a little sluttish — at least according to the rumors. As a result, the two of us had grown apart over the past few years, but she was still very friendly every time I saw her. As she hugged me, I felt the familiar stirring in my jeans. Apparently, my blood was still flowing from earlier.

I pushed her away quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed. "Ashley, I have a huge favor to ask?"

"What is it?" she asked with a smile.

"Can you give me a ride home? I missed mine."

"Sure," she said. "I was about to leave...I'm eager to get out of this outfit." She was referring to her cheerleading uniform, which she looked spectacular in. It was comprised of a short green pleated skirt, and a white sweater with green lettering. Ashley was a short girl with a very petite, athletic body. She had a pretty smile, long dark hair, and big brown eyes. I had fantasized about her plenty of time in her uniform...the thought of her taking it off made my blood start to boil. It seemed like the built up frustration from Jill was causing me to get horny at the drop of a hat. Ashley grabbed her pom-poms and said goodbye to her friends, then we walked out to her car.

"So, we haven't talked in while," she said after we left the parking lot. "Where's your girlfriend tonight? Aren't you dating that blonde girl? I can't remember her name."

"Jill," I answered. "We got into a bit of a fight, and she went home with her friends." I don't know why I told Ashley the truth, but I had always been honest with her, and lying then didn't make sense. She asked if I thought we would get over it, and I told her we probably would.

"So, what was it about?" she asked. "Jealousy or sex?"

I was astounded by the question. "What?" I responded."

"At your age, there are only two real things to fight about," she began. "Either someone is jealous, or someone has a problem with the sex."

"We're not having any sex. That's the problem," I answered.

"That sucks. How long have you been dating?" she asked.

I told her, "It has been three months."

"Holy shit!" Ashley exclaimed. "You must be going nuts. What the hell's wrong with her?"

"She a virgin," I answered. "Both of us are. Apparently, I'm the only one who wants to change that."

"Even for a virgin, that's a long time," she said. "I mean, I gave it up to Richie Jones after two months, and I was a year younger than Jill."

I was a little surprised by the way Ashley was talking. I had never heard a girl use the phrase "gave it up."

"How about a blow job?" Ashley continued.

"No, she doesn't do that either," I responded. "Right now, I would be happy just to get a hand job from her, but I haven't been that lucky either.

Ashley giggled. "That sucks," she said, "but it's not what I was asking. What I meant was, ‘How would you like a blow job from me?"

I stared at her with a blank face, not knowing how to respond. Surely, she must be joking. I was still thinking up my response as we pulled into her driveway.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked. "Look, my parents aren't expecting me in for another hour at least. I usually go out with my friends after the game, but tonight I brought you home instead. You got a hard on earlier from me hugging you, so I know your horny. I enjoy doing it, and I'm pretty sure you will like it, so why not?"

I started to protest, but there was no point. Obviously, I hadn't been able to hide my erection earlier. Finally, I was able to speak again. "Where will we do it?"

"Remember that old fort we had growing up? Let's go there. I've used it to fool around plenty of times."

Once again I was shocked. I had been using the fort as a place to make out with Jill, and even had a box of rubbers stashed there for the future. It was amazing that we hadn't bumped into Ashley there one night. Sheepishly, I agreed to go with her. After all, how could I say ‘no'? We got out of the car, and she walked around and gave me a kiss, firmly pressing her taut, petite body against mine. It took me less than a second to become rock hard.

"You're going to love this," she said with a wicked smile. She briefly squeezed my cock through my pants before turning away. It was only a brief touch, but right away I noticed she had a lot more knowledge of the area than my girlfriend. She led the way around the side of her house in the dark, while I followed, enjoying every movement of her tight little ass.

My dick was so hard that I could barely walk. I couldn't believe what was happening. This was like a story from the "Penthouse Forum", or one of the porno movies I had watched with my friends. Here was a pretty, brunette cheerleader, in uniform, asking to suck my cock for no apparent reason. Apparently, all the rumors at school were true. Ashley was a slut, and at that moment, I couldn't be happier to learn the truth.

I followed Ashley into the woods, following the winding trail by memory; I had been down it thousands of times. At the end was a small wooden shack, next to a small stream. Our fathers built it several years ago for the two of us to play in. Inside, there was a homemade table where Ashley used to throw her tea parties, and there was a mattress in the corner where the two of us used to "camp out" as children. All in all, it was a nice little fort, although it had no electricity or running water.

We went in, and Ashley turned on the battery-powered lantern in the corner. "Are you nervous?" she asked. I shook my head. "Don't be," she said, stepping towards me. "I know what I'm doing."

Seconds later we were kissing, and I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. Maybe it was just the knowledge that I was actually going to do something serious, but I was more turned on then I'd ever been with Jill. As we kissed, Ashley stroked my cock through my pants. Instinctively, I slid my hand up her bare thighs, lifting her green pleated skirt, fondling her ass. She began taking control, pushing me towards the mattress on the floor.

Before I knew it, I was on my back with her on top of me. She positioned herself between my legs, and opened my pants, and for the first time in my life, a woman's hand gripped my erect cock. My whole body shivered, and I thought I would cum right then, although somehow, I managed to hold out. Ashley reached down, grabbed her sweater, and pulled it over her head. I was delighted to gaze upon her white sports bra, with a small amount of flawless cleavage protruding.

"I don't need to mess that up," she said. I wanted her to take off the bra, but I was to shy to ask. She leaned forward, and her long dark hair tickled my throbbing shaft. I moaned with delight. She looked up at me and smiled. "Do you know why I brought you here?" she asked.

"No," I told her.

"I don't really know either," she continued. As she talked, she rhythmically squeezed the head of my cock with her hand. "Let me tell you a secret," she began. "I had a crush on you for years growing up. I know that's a silly reason to do this now, but I guess old feelings die hard. I'd never even thought about dong something like this until we hugged earlier, and when I felt you getting hard, I couldn't resist. I couldn't get it out of my mind."

She smiled at me again, and this time I saw a bit of innocence in her eyes. She followed the innocent smile with a naughty grin, and placed her tongue on the tip of my penis. Slowly, she licked up and down my shaft. My whole body began to quiver with delight. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever expected, yet still amazing. I had never suspected Ashley to have a crush on me when we were younger. In truth, it probably wouldn't have mattered. She was very tomboyish growing up, and I had never thought of her that way. It wasn't until high school, when she became feminine and popular that I started to notice her, but by that time we hardly ever talked, and she was just the subject of my fantasies. But now, the fantasies were coming true.

Ashley began to knead my balls gently with her hand. She ran her tongue up and down my ridge, and I couldn't stop groaning with pleasure.

"You've got a beautiful cock," she whispered. I was surprised and delighted by her language. Jill would never have talked like that. She preferred to say ‘it' or ‘penis.' "It's really big," she continued. I smiled with delight.

Like any teenage male, I had looked around the shower after gym, and I knew I was "gifted" compared to most guys. Ashley gently raked her teeth up and down my throbbing organ.

"Are you ready," she asked.

I couldn't talk. I just nodded. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Again, I felt my body began to quiver. I slid my fingers through her dark silky hair, pulling it back from her face. She shot me a smile with my cock still in her mouth. Then she started to move, taking me in deeper. Her tongue flicked around my cock, teasing it, as she took me into her mouth. My hips started to move uncontrollably, forcing my way down her throat, humping her face. I closed my eyes as she began to suck forcefully, still flicking her tongue around. My breathing got faster as I started humping without abandon. I twirled my fingers tighter in her dark hair, and she responded by sucking harder.

Moments later, I felt myself losing control. For the first time in my life, I had an orgasm in the presence of another person. Involuntarily, I continued fucking her face while my cock exploded in her mouth. Ashley continued to smile as drops of semen ran over her lips, dripping onto the tops of her small breasts and sports bra. Seconds later, it was over, but my mind was still spinning; it had taken less than 3 minutes from the time she took my cock into her lips, but it had seemed like an eternity.

Ashley lay down next to me on the mattress. I thanked her repeatedly, but she just smiled. After a while, she put her sweater back on, and we left the cabin, heading home. I started to wonder how this would change our relationship, and what I would do about Jill.

Before we went out separate ways, Ashley stopped me. "There's a big party tomorrow night," she said. "I don't have a date. Would you like to come?"

Jill had plans with her parents that night, so I agreed to go. "This should be interesting," I thought to myself.

Ashley hugged me tightly and the two of us kissed. "I had fun," she said.

"Me too." I could already feel my dick getting hard again. I knew I would jack off the second I got home. I had known about masturbation for a long time, but I had never done it that often before Jill came along. Foolishly, at the time I thought it was just a phase; surely, once I was able to ‘get some action,' I would put masturbation behind me forever.

The moment Ashley kissed me goodnight I realized nothing could be further from the truth. I stood in the chilly night air, watching her every step as she returned to her house. Only half an hour had passed since she had given me my first ever blowjob. Nevertheless, her touch had caused me to come fully erect once more. Everything about her made me horny; I loved the way her cheerleading uniform clung to her tight, petite body, the way her ass moved beneath the green pleated skirt was intoxicating. Her dark, silky hair, and porcelain-like skin were like something from classic artwork. Her simple, natural beauty was almost unbelievable. After she entered the back door of her house, I turned and walked home.

I went quickly to my bedroom and undressed. I stood in the dark, with my erect cock standing out in front of me. I looked out the window, and noticed the light on in Ashley's room. The events of the evening played back in my head. I sat down on the bed and began stroking my cock as I thought about making out with Jill, and then Ashley. The two girls were very different; Jill was tall and blonde with a curvy figure, Ashley was short, with dark hair, and a tight body. Jill dressed conservatively, while Ashley preferred sexy outfits. Jill was a bookish good girl and Ashley was an outgoing, sensual cheerleader.

Again, my life was starting to remind me of the "Penthouse Forum." I stroked my cock harder, as I drew a more erotic comparison. I had seen both of them in their bra, and Jill's breasts were round and full. Ashley's were much smaller, but seemed to be perkier. Jill's kisses were passionate, but Ashley had displayed lust and hunger with her lips. Jill and Ashley had both turned on through the course of the evening, but Ashley was the only one who did something about it.

In the end, that was the point that stuck, as I pictured Ashley on her knees in front of me again. I imagined her still in uniform, kneeling on my bedroom floor, with my stiff cock in her tiny hand. I stroked my cock fiercely as my fantasy Ashley told me how good I looked, and that she was impressed by my dick. Then, she looked at me with those big brown eyes and whispered the magic words. "Fuck me."

My cock convulsed in my hand as I shot my load across the room. A few minutes later, I was under the covers and drifting off to sleep, looking forward to my date with Ashley.

*****

My bedroom door swung open with a crash, and instantly I was awake. I glanced at the clock and realized it was morning. Standing in the doorway, I saw Ashley and Jill together. They stepped into the room, and Jill slammed the door behind her. I felt my heart jumping in my chest, and I suddenly felt nauseous. Nothing good could come of this situation. Ashley must have told Jill about the blowjob!

"Ashley told me about last night," Jill almost shouted. I started to hope for death. "What the hell were you thinking?" she demanded. I sat stammering in my bed, still naked beneath the covers. "I only want to know one thing," she continued. Suddenly, her scowl turned into a wicked grin. "How come you didn't invite me?"

I sat in my bed confused, and for the first time, I noticed that both girls were wearing ankle length trench coats and high heels. They both removed the coats, and my jaw hit the floor. Standing before me were two beautiful girls in their underwear. Ashley's long dark hair was pulled back, tied with a flaming red ribbon. She wore a lacy red push up bra, with a matching g-string. Red heels, red garter, and stockings finished her ensemble. Jill's outfit was similarly erotic. Her blonde hair was tied with a white ribbon, and her heels and stockings were also white. To finish it off, she wore a translucent, lacy white teddy. Her large breasts were nearly spilling over the top. My now erect cock made a tent out of the bed sheets

"We've been planning this for months," Ashley said as they walked to my bed. The two girls sat down on either side of me. Ashley grabbed the sheets and threw them aside, exposing my stiff member. The two girls leaned over me and started kissing. It was slow at first, but quickly filled with passion. Both of them were moaning with delight, and I could see their hard nipples through their clothing. Ashley fondled Jill's breast as the girls continued to make out.

When they parted, Jill smiled at me. "I think you've been waiting to see these for a long time," she said. Slowly she lowered her teddy, exposing her breasts.

"HONEY!"

"Who was that shouting?" I thought to myself. Was that my mother? I looked around, and the room was staring to fade. Jill was still pulling her top down, when I heard the shout again. Suddenly I was awake, and sitting up in bed. I looked around. There were no girls in my room. I was alone. I looked at the clock. It was nearly noon. Downstairs, I heard my mother call once more for my father.

"Shit," I muttered. "Only a dream, and I still didn't see her tits." I quickly realized that the only thing real about the dream was my massive hard on. I climbed out of bed and over to my bathroom. I got in the shower and masturbated again, while clearing the sleep from my brain.

*****

The day dragged on forever. Finally, late in the evening, I heard the doorbell ring. A few minutes later, I heard my father calling for me. When I went downstairs, Ashley was sitting in the living room chatting pleasantly with my mother. I noticed the big smile on Mom's face. Our families were close, and I think secretly they had always dreamed of a wedding between Ashley and I.

I also noticed Ashley. She looked spectacular. Her dark hair was curled, and she wore bright red lipstick. She wore a short gray skirt, with slits on both sides, and long-sleeved black satin blouse that wasn't tucked in. Her stockings were skin colored, and her shoes were black. After exchanging pleasantries with my parents, we made our way out the door. We walked across the yard to Ashley's house and got in her car.

"So," she began once we were seated, "do you feel guilty about last night?"

"No," I told her.

"Good," she replied with a wink.

We got to the party around 9 o'clock. It was some rich football player's house, his parents having foolishly left him home alone. There was plenty of beer, liquor, and other party favors. As soon as we were in the door, Ashley walked off to talk to her friends. For the first half hour or so, I tried to mingle, but as the evening progressed, I realized that Ashley had brought me along as a friend, not as a date. Every now and then, I saw her dancing with some guy, or giggling with some girls. Eventually, I just found a quiet corner and sat drinking by myself.

It was after 11 before Ashley found me again. "Hey," she said. I could tell right away that she had been drinking. I also noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse part way, and when she leaned forward, I could see her cleavage, and a pretty, black bra. "Are you having fun yet?" she asked.

I lied, and told her, "Yes, I am."

"Why don't we go for a walk?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me from my seat. I was still feeling a little depressed, but I followed her anyway. We walked out the back doorin to the yard where there was a large swimming pool. Despite the chilly autumn air, there were several people in the water, probably drunk. There were also several couple making out in lounge chairs in the shadows. One girl was even moaning passionately as her boyfriend fucked her, right out in the open.

"Never underestimate the power of alcohol," I thought to myself. Still, I was becoming aroused, and despite being upset with Ashley, I was also very curious. She led the way around the pool to a small changing house. Ashley reached under the doormat and produced a key. It occurred to me that she had been here before. We went in, and she locked the door. Inside, was a couch, a television, and other amenities. Ashley turned on a lamp.

"I lost my virginity here to Reggie's big brother Richie," Ashley said. Reggie was the fellow throwing the party. Richie had gone off to play college football two years earlier. "I thought it would be a good place for you."

She leaned forward to kiss me, and despite my arousal, I pulled away. She asked what was wrong, and I vented my frustration about being ditched all evening.

"Look," she responded, "I'm here now, aren't I?" She took my hand and began to massage it. "I could have had any guy here, any guy in our school, but I chose you. Doesn't that count for something?"

She made a point that I couldn't argue with, and this time I let her kiss me. "You look beautiful, Ashley," I said

"Thank you," she answered, "But you don't have to flatter me. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm a sure thing."

I started to tell her that it wasn't flattery, but she silenced me with a long, wet kiss. Feeling her tight little body against mine drove me wild. As we kissed, I ran my hand along her slim figure, starting with her hip, and moving up to her breast. At the same time, Ashley opened my pants. She reached in my open fly and stroked my throbbing dick. We continued kissing passionately as she guided me across the room to the couch. I sat down abruptly, and Ashley stood in front of me.

"Do you trust me?" she asked. I nodded. "Then just do everything I say, and I promise this will be a night you never forget. Hell, you may even learn a few tricks for that little girlfriend of yours."

The mention of Jill made me cringe, but I quickly got over it and told Ashley I was eager to learn. She began by having me remove all of my clothing. I had never been ashamed of my body, so I obliged eagerly, quickly stripping off everything I was wearing, even my socks. Naked, I sat on the cool leather couch, with my large cock sticking out in front of me like some absurd compass needle. For a second, I feared that I may be the victim of a prank, and that the whole party was waiting to walk in on me naked.

Ashley quickly removed all my doubts. "Now it's my turn," she said. She reached under her skirt and slipped her panty hose off. Next, she grasped my hand and placed it on her hip. I felt the zipper of her skirt, and slid it down, trying not to reveal my eagerness. The little gray skirt fell into a pile around her ankles, revealing a pair of tiny black panties. It wasn't the red g-string of my dream, but it was still very sexy. Ashley straddled me, held my cock in her tiny hand, pressed it firmly against her satin panties, and I instantly felt the heat contained inside the flimsy cloth. We kissed.

Ashley kept my cock tight against her crotch as we began dry humping. I could feel the dampness now and eagerly, I began opening her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra I had glimpsed earlier. She threw the blouse aside while continuing the grind against my swollen cock. Drops of pre-cum began running down my lengthy shaft.

I reached for her bra, and started pulling down, but Ashley responded by slapping my hand playfully. "Not yet," she said. She stopped grinding and stood. In the little black panties and bra, her petite figure looked spectacular. Already, I was thinking about all the porno flicks I had watched with the guys, plotting which movies I would use on her. I wanted to try it all. In front of me, Ashley dropped to her knees and started rubbing my balls with one hand, while the other stroked my hard penis. It felt so good that I was suddenly unable to speak.

"Did you like what I did last night?" Ashley asked provocatively. I knew she was teasing me now, and I was enjoying every second. I nodded. She stuck her tongue out and flipped it across the head of my cock. "You know," she began, "you have a spectacular cock." I was pleased with the comment, as any man would be. She took her tongue, and traced in around the tip of my penis. "I think you are the biggest I've ever seen, no less than second biggest. I've been wondering all day what you would feel like inside me."

Her dirty talk was driving me wild. I had never heard a girl speak so naughty. She smiled up at me, then placed the head of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly, it was like a switch had been flipped. Her lips closed tightly over my tip, and she sucked fiercely. It was completely different from her method the night before. She sucked like a vacuum, while her tongue flicked quickly across the hole. Her left hand pumped the bottom of my shaft, and her right one kneaded my balls. I closed my eyes and moaned with desire. I was suddenly incapable of though, and my hips voluntarily began to gyrate. She squeezed my dick savagely, and without warning I exploded, shooting my hot semen in her throat. Ashley sucked down every drop before releasing her lip seal.

Ashley returned to straddling me. My cock was still throbbing. We kissed for several seconds, and I tasted a hint of saltiness in her mouth.

"Now that the prelude's over, are you ready for the show?" she asked. "You'll be able to last much longer now."

For a second, I didn't think it would be possible, but as we kissed, I could already feel a hint of arousal.

"Would you like to take off my bra now?" she asked.

I nodded, and quickly slid my hand around to the back. I reached for the hooks, and couldn't find them. Ashley smiled and guided my hand around to the front. She showed me the clasp between the cups, and for the first time in my life I removed a bra. It sprang open, revealing perky, round tits. Her nipples were the size and color of pencil erasers, and I quickly put one in my mouth.

Ashley moaned softly then took my hand and slid it into her panties. Her bush was thick and coarse, and I ran my fingers through it, on the way to her vagina. I sucked on her right nipple and slipped a finger into her pussy. I was shocked my how hot and wet she was. Again, Ashley moaned with delight. I continued sucking on her nipple like a starving baby, all the while staring at her other breast, happy to be seeing a tit for the first time. I fingered her slowly with one finger, and she whispered in my ear that it felt good.

At first, I was concentrating intently, trying to remember every sexual thing I'd ever seen in a movie, or read in a book. Eventually, rational thought ceased, and instinct took over. Instead of sucking, I began lightly nibbling on her nipple. With my left hand, I stroked the areola on her other breast, while my thumb briskly rubbed against the nub. I kept fingering her with my other hand. At first, I worked one finger in and out slowly. As her moans of delight turned to hungry panting, I slid two fingers in, and began finger fucking her at an intense pace.

"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Like that! Please don't stop."

I went back and forth between her breasts, now gently tugging with my teeth. My hand slipped in and out of her wet hole. The room filled with her musky scent, and my hand was covered in her juices. With each insertion of my fingers, her vagina made a small slurping sound. I increased speed and Ashley made a sound like a purr. It was unlike anything I'd heard in a porno, or imagined in my dreams. She grabbed my wrist, and tried to move my hand faster. I tried to slip a third finger inside. It was very tight, but I eventually succeeded. Ashley squealed with pleasure and suddenly wrapped her arms around me. She forced her pussy tight against my hand and moaned ecstatically.

Although it was like nothing in the skin flicks, I somehow knew what was happening. "I'm cumming," she panted. She gripped my body tightly while the waves of pleasure rolled through her. I was excited by the feel of her rigid nipples pressing against my chest, and soon realized that I was hard again. She looked at me with her big brown eyes, and I could see she was happy.

"How does it feel to make a woman orgasm?" she asked with a smile.

I told her I was happy, and how much fun I was having. Ashley stood up on the couch, with one leg on either side of my body. She hooked her thumbs into the waste band of her panties. I could see that the crotch was soaked from her orgasm. Slowly, she slid them down her slender legs, and kicked them aside. The scent of her sex flooded the room; much stronger than before. The way she was standing placed her crotch about six inches from my nose. Her pubic hair was thick and curly.

Ashley slid her fingers along the outer lips of her vagina, gently opening it. I sat, entranced by the sight and smell. With her forefinger, she gently pointed her clit out to me. I leaned forward and lapped it with my tongue. The taste was sharp and bitter, and it made my erection even stiffer. I slid my hand up the length of her legs, and gripped her muscular little ass. I started pulling her down, aching to impale her tiny body on my long cock.

Ashley wrapped one hand around my throbbing penis, and lined it up with her entrance. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, although my hands were shaking with nervousness. Ashley slid my cock in. It was tight at first, and I got nervous that it wouldn't fit, but with a quick movement, I suddenly sank inside.

I gasped with delight. Her pussy felt unlike anything I had dreamed of, it was tight, wet and hot. I realized suddenly that we had forgotten the condom, but I wasn't going to stop now. Ashley rocked back and forth on my stick, sinking the entire nine inches inside of her. Despite my earlier orgasm, I feared I would cum right away. We sat still for a second, allowing me to regain my composure. Ashley bounced up and down on my lap, sliding my dick in and out of her moist vagina. I responded by moving my hips in rhythm, forcing my cock up into her. We both moaned and panted, again, Ashley made a purring sound. Her tiny tits bounced up and down with each thrust, and the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room.

Ashley gripped my body tightly, scraping my back with her long nails. I smelled the mixture of her perfume, sweat, and musk, and I became incredibly aroused by it. I gripped her ass cheeks firmly and squeezed. I began thrusting harder, relishing the sounds and sights. Again, instinct took over, and I rolled Ashley onto her back. She wrapped her muscled legs tight around me, and I fucked her forcefully. Her nails sank into my flesh, but I barely noticed.

"It's so big," she panted. "I feel so full."

I drove harder at her, now fucking with intensity. She gripped my body tight, and I recognized the signs of her coming orgasm. She started moaning, and almost simultaneously, I felt my cock explode. Ashley clung to my body, as I felt my cum shoot up into her.

We lay motionless, enjoying our orgasm for several seconds. Finally, I rolled off and the two of sat there, naked. Ashley rested her head on my shoulder while we tried to catch our breath.

"How did you like it?" she asked after a few minutes.

"I loved it," I told her then nervously asked. "How was I?"

"Not bad," she answered. "Not bad at all. I think with a little more practice, you may be a regular stud." We chatted for a while, and Ashley appraised my performance objectively. Finally, we dressed. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she put her clothes on. She opted to put the cold, damp panties in her purse. Already, I could feel my desire building again, but I didn't have be courage to ask for another go.

We left the pool house, and walked back through the party on route to Ashley's car. The place had quieted down a lot, but there were several couples making out, and some drunken people passed out. We got in Ashley's car and drove home. When we stepped out into her driveway, she gave me a soft kiss.

"I had a LOT of fun," she said.

"Me too," I responded. "I guess I'll have to find a way to break up with Jill tomorrow."

Ashley asked why. "So we can go out," I answered.

"Honey, this was just sex," she said quickly. "I just thought we could have a good time. I don't want a relationship. Sex and love have nothing to do with each other"

I was hurt. In my mind, I had pictured Ashley and I going to restaurants, or parties, or to the movies. We ended every evening with hot sex. She asked if I was okay. I told her I would be fine.

"What do you say we go for a walk down to the fort?" she asked with a wink. I told her I was tired, and wanted some sleep. It was a lame excuse, but I couldn't think of anything else.

As Ashley walked inside, I felt slightly heartbroken, even though I knew I was being silly. As she disappeared, I watched her tiny ass swinging back and forth, and I thought about the fact that she had no underwear on. My cock sprang to life again and I knew right then that if things between Jill and I didn't change soon, I would do anything I could to fuck Ashley again, and any amount of heartbreak would still be worth it.

*****

Monday: On a normal day, I was an above average student, but as the day dragged along English and history were the furthest things from my mind. Compared to the events of Saturday night, Sunday had been a rather dull day. My emotions ran across the spectrum, on one hand, I was extremely happy. I had finally lost my virginity, and it had been a spectacular, mind-blowing experience. It was nothing like I expected, but still incredible. On the other hand, I was a little depressed; for most guys, the promise of no-strings sex would be a dream come true, but I couldn't help feeling rejected. I had never expected Ashley to fall in love with me, but I didn't like being viewed as a mere sex toy. On top of that, I couldn't help feeling guilty about cheating on Jill. My brain was telling me that Ashley had a good point: "Sex and love have nothing to do with each other." Still, I knew that if Jill ever found out, she'd be crushed, and I'd look like an asshole.

Finally, I had called Jill late on Sunday. As usual, we agreed that our fight on Friday had been silly, and we quickly resolved our differences. I told her about going to the party with Ashley, knowing she would hear about it eventually through the rumor mill. By coming forward, I avoided any suspicion or jealousy from Jill.

As Monday droned on, things between Jill and I returned to normal; we sat together in class, stood with each other in the hallways, and ate together in the cafeteria. Still, my mind was elsewhere, all I could think about was fucking. In every class, I hid the bulge in my pants beneath the desk. I dreamed about fucking Ashley again. I imagined fucking Jill for the first time. I fantasized about fucking both of them at the same time, while they kissed and fondled each other. Jill was in love with me and Ashley wanted me for sex, and I couldn't decide which I liked better. Either way, I knew I was looking forward to the end of the day.

Jill and I had been dating for three months, and I always walked her home after school. At her house, we usually had an hour together before her parents got home. When we first got together, we spent that time talking and getting to know each other. Gradually, the talking turned to kissing, and then to fondling. In each afternoon session, I had been making baby steps towards losing my virginity. At least that was the case before Ashley decided to take it with one big leap

I walked Jill home that afternoon, I felt like a baseball player. After a career of hitting singles and double, I had finally hit my first homerun, and I liked it. I knew it was time to turn up the pressure on Jill. Being a singles hitter had been great for a while, but now that I had sampled success, I wanted to round the bases again as soon as possible. After Ashley's pseudo rejection, the last thing I wanted to do was go back to her, begging for a piece of ass. Still, I knew that if little Miss Starks wasn't willing, that's exactly what would happen.

We climbed the steps to Jill's front door with her walking slightly in front of me. Automatically, my eyes focused on her ass. It was full and round, very different from Ashley's tight, muscular butt. Jill had the kind of butt that makes most guys drool when she wears tight pants. I thought about her and Ashley standing in front of me, leaning slightly forward so I could compare their butts. Almost instantly, I felt the familiar stirring in my pants.

Jill used her key to unlock the door, and I slipped up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and pulled her to me. I started kissing the back of her neck and forced my crotch firmly against her ass, letting her feel my erection. Jill moaned softly. "Let's get inside before the neighbors see," she said.

We got inside, and Jill led the way to the den in the basement. As usual, she looked spectacular, her blonde hair pushed back with a headband, and a pair of horned-rim glasses sat on her cute upturned nose, drawing attention to her clear blue eyes. She was wearing an ankle length black skirt, and a slate blue button down blouse. Jill's busty frame caused the blouse to fit strangely, and all day I had been able to peak through the button holes at her light blue bra.

We descended to the basement and I could feel my cock aching to break loose from its prison. Jill turned and kissed me as soon as were in the room. Her hand slid up my thigh and quickly began massaging my penis. Her hands were nowhere near as practiced as Ashley's, but she was getting better.

"I've been waiting for this all day," she said. "I'm so sorry we fought on Friday." She paused to give me a long, passionate kiss. "Do you forgive me?"

I told her I did, even though it was partially a lie.

"Good," she said with a smile. "That makes me happy. I love you so much, and I want to have sex with you. I want our first time to be together, I'm just not ready yet."

I told her, "I feel the same way," but I couldn't help wincing inside; partially because I felt bad because it would no longer be ‘our' first time, but also because I was upset to hear her say she still wasn't ready. I planned to change that as soon as possible.

Jill guided me to the large sofa while we continued kissing. In seconds, we were back in a familiar position. I lay on my back with Jill straddling me. She put her glasses on the coffee table, and playfully shook out her blonde hair. We were both aching for one another, and we ground our hips together, simulating sex with our clothes on. I was eager to continue from Friday night, and I discretely opened the top button of her blouse.

Jill stroked my cock fiercely as I worked on the second button. Her blouse hung open as she kissed me, and I could now see the all of her light blue bra, and a large amount of cleavage. Sucking on Ashley's breasts had only increased my desire to see Jill's.

"Wow, you have me so turned on," Jill moaned. "Part of me really wants to make love to you."

Hearing those words turned my already stiff cock into an iron rod. I quickly opened Jill's third button, and then the fourth. There were still a couple left, but her blouse was already draped open. I reached inside with both hands and began fondling her breasts. I rubbed on the lacy bra, and Jill moaned softly. We continued kissing and soon I felt her nipples standing out through the thick bra. I was ready to pull the cups down when Jill suddenly jumped.

"What was that?" she asked.

"What was what?" I said, sliding my hand back towards her bra.

She jumped up quickly. "It's the door. I heard the door. Mom must be home." Jill started to button her blouse, much to my dismay. I sat listening, and knew she was right. I could now hear footsteps on the hardwood floor above.

I looked at the clock and realized we had been home for nearly 45 minutes. "And I thought I was moving quickly," I thought to myself We dressed and a few minutes later, we were sitting with Jill's mom, talking about our day at school. After that I went home, still making baby steps.

Tuesday: The school day passed in the same way as its predecessor. I spent the hours ignoring professors, dreaming about sex, playing the good boyfriend to Jill, and avoiding the hell out of Ashley. By the time the final bell rang, I was eagerly anticipating my afternoon make out session. Jill was dressed conservatively in a long denim skirt, and a button down blouse with yellow and white pinstripes. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she had opted to wear contacts instead of her glasses. After walking home like good citizens, again we started making out before even opening the front door. As usual, Jill was as eager as I to fool around, but she was able to show a little more restraint.

We made our way to the basement, kissing the entire way. This time, I had the top two buttons on her blouse undone before we got downstairs. Again, I noticed improvement in Jill's stroking technique. She had my cock hard in seconds. She was an intelligent, studious girl, and obviously she had been paying attention to my body's responses. We made our way to the couch, and this time I climbed on top.

Jill rhythmically squeezed my hard penis, as I gyrated my hips against hers. She moaned softly as we kissed. I went back to the buttons on Jill's shirt. I quickly undid three at once. Jill pushed my hands away and for a few minutes, we just continued kissing. I hit the last few buttons on her blouse one at a time, being careful not to draw too much attention. I finally got her top open, and Jill hardly seemed to notice. We continued dry humping and I slipped her blouse off her shoulders.

Jill appeared to be in a daze as she rubbed my dick. She was wearing a very plain, white cotton bra. Her hard nipples stood, clearly outlined beneath the fabric. I looked down, hoping the bra was a front hook, like Ashley's had. I was disappointed to see it wasn't, but I continued moving slowly by kisses from Jill's lips, to her neck, and finally the top of her cleavage. Jill showed no signs of resisting, and didn't say a word as I kissed the exposed portion of her left breast.

She lay on her back with her eyes closed, still massaging by penis. I began to trace my tongue along the edge of the cup. Jill sighed. I moved my lips down a little more, and sucked on her nipple through the cotton of her bra. I could tell she was delighted by the way her hand sped up on my shaft. Jill's breathing became shallow. I was hardly an expert on female arousal, but my time with Ashley had given me a few clues. Finally, I made my boldest move. I reached for the cup of her bra and slowly slid it down, exposing Jill's left breast.

Her strawberry colored nipple sprang free eagerly. Her tit was everything I had hoped it would be; completely different from Ashley's; much larger and more voluptuous. The contrast between her smooth white skin, and her rough reddish nipple drove me wild. I leaned forward and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. Jill's hand stopped moving and firmly squeezed my shaft as she sighed with delight. I ran my tongue around the nipple, and then sucked on it gently. I pulled away slowly, letting the suction tug just a big. Jill squeezed my cock harder, but I don't think she was aware of it.

This time, I heard the door first and for a brief second, I considered ignoring it. Certainly a few seconds more with this nipple in my mouth was worth risking discovery? Fortunately, I regained my senses, pulled my lips away, and Jill sat up with a dazed look on her face.

"Don't stop," she panted. Then she heard the door. For a second, she sat stunned. Then she snapped out of it and pulled her bra back up. "I can't believe I let you do that," she said.

That was a good thing about Jill—she always took responsibility for her actions, and never accused me of forcing her into a situation. In a frantic state, she searched around the room and found her top; she arranged the buttons and just finished tucking in when her mother stepped into the room.

We spent the next half hour talking with her mom again, and then I headed home. I felt as if I had made significant progress, and the whole trip home was like walking on air

Wednesday: Another long day at school and the only good point was that I was able to avoid Ashley once again. Usually, our paths crossed a couple of times a week, but I still had no desire to talk to her, even though she joined Jill in my dreams each night. On the negative side of things, Jill was wearing a pull over top instead of a button down. I tried to tell myself it was just coincidence, but I knew Jill too well. She was feeling guilty about Tuesday, and had decided to practice "defensive dressing." It would be much harder for me work her shirt off now.

"She still looks cute," I thought to myself as we entered the den. Something about her classy, conservative style always appealed to me. She had on a white turtleneck, a navy blue button down sweater, and a knee-length khaki skirt. Once again, we quickly found ourselves on the couch with Jill on top. Our kisses seemed to have more passion then ever. Jill was fondling my cock like an experienced lover now, and she knew exactly how to drive me wild.

As we kissed, I dreamed of sucking on her nipple again. I gently tugged on her turtleneck, pulling it out of her skirt. Jill grasped my hand and pushed it away. We kissed for an eternity, and it took three tries just to get her shirt un-tucked from her skirt. I started running my hand over her smooth belly and working my way upward, but Jill responded by pushing my hand away again.

I was starting to get frustrated. "I wouldn't stop her from exposing my dick," I thought to myself. That's when the idea hit me. We continued to kiss, and I shifted my hand from her belly to her thigh. It felt smooth beneath the white pantyhose. I slowly worked my hand upward as we kissed, inching beneath her skirt. I could feel the heat from between her thighs, and I gently brushed my fingertip around her pubic region. Even through her underwear and pantyhose, I felt Jill respond. Of course, that's when we heard the door upstairs once again. We straightened everything up, and again I got to talk to her mother. Afterwards, I walked home to jerk off for the third straight day.

Thursday: Again, Jill opted not to wear a button down blouse. She had on an off-white Angora sweater, with a short suede skirt. The minute we got to her house, we were all over each other. Before we could make it down stairs, she was on her back on the kitchen table. Jill's family was wealthy, and the large bay windows overlooked the 15th green on a golf course. Her legs wrapped around her back, slowly inching her skirt upward. I looked out at the golfers on the course, wishing they would look up and see me defiling this gorgeous blonde virgin.

Somehow, we paused long enough to get downstairs, not wanting Jill's mom to walk in on us. We quickly found our way to the sofa, with Jill on top once again. We kissed softly for several minutes, and I slipped my hand under her sweater. I massaged Jill's flat stomach and breast, but was unable to get her top off. She responded by grasping my cock.

"It's getting harder and harder to resist," she whispered. "I want to make love so badly."

"Then let's do it," I answered.

I tried to pull her sweater up, and again Jill stopped me. I decided to change focus again. We kissed passionately, as my hand crept up her bare inner thigh. Her panties were soft and silky, and I could feel the warmth and dampness on them. I could also feel her thick pubic hair beneath the thin material. Recalling my night with Ashley, I slowly traced my fingers across her vagina without going inside her panties. Jill almost squealed with delight. For a second, she seemed to stop breathing. Her big blue eyes opened wide, and she looked straight at me, then she kissed me fiercely and began pumping my cock through my pants.

I found the leg hole of her panties with my fingertips, and gently pulled it away, sneaking the tips of my fingers in. Jill's pubic hair was thick, but not as coarse as Ashley's. I started moving towards her entrance, when she grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. I tried to get into her panties again, but she stopped me once more. Apparently, she didn't have a problem with me touching her through the material so I started rubbing her ass through the smooth silky panties.

Jill was pumping by cock fiercely now, and I felt like I might cum. I bunched her panties up with my hand, and started pulling on them, forcing the gusset to rub firmly against her vagina. Again, Jill gazed at me with happy, astounded eyes. Her hand tightened on my dick, and I responded my pulling harder on the panties, stroking them across her pussy. She started panting and moaning. Jill's sounds were different from Ashley's, but it still reminded me of Ashley's reaction to me fingering her.

"Oh! What are we doing?" Jill panted. "Don't stop!" Her hand continued working on my stiff penis. I could tell now that she was close to orgasm and I pulled on the panties even harder, increasing the friction against her vagina. She was squealing now, her orgasm came out of nowhere. Jill's entire body appeared to freeze up, including the hand on my dick. She stared at me with her big blue eyes, panting like an animal. "Oh! Oh, my!" she whispered.

She became motionless, experiencing feelings she'd never known existed. When it was over, she looked at me as if I was a hero. She leaned forward and kissed me passionately. The hand on my dick started pumping out of control. She jerked it so hard I was feeling flashes of pain, but I didn't ask her to stop. Without any warning, I felt my own climax arrive. A spasm and my dick exploded like a volcano. For a second, I was blind. The release was more intense and unexpected than anything I had experienced thus far. I grunted audibly.

We lay together, making out for several minutes before we heard the door open upstairs. Suddenly, Jill went from a state of afterglow to panic. It seemed as if she realized what had happened for the first time.

"Oh shit! What have we done?" she said. I knew she was upset because I had only heard her use profanity a handful of times in our three months together. Jill ran around, trying to straighten things up. I un-tucked my shirt to hide the large wet spot on my jeans. Personally, I was still enjoying the moment. I fully intended to appreciate it, even if Jill could not. I hardly paid attention to Mrs. Starks in our afternoon conversation about school, work, and life. When I left to go home, I was as happy as could be. Jill was still a virgin, but in my mind, I had made monumental progress, and I knew that reaching my goal was finally becoming feasible.

Friday: It was another uneventful school day. For the first time in over a week, I actually made some sort of an effort to pay attention in class. What I learned was that by daydreaming the week away, I had managed to fall behind in school. If Jill didn't put out soon, it was going to do some serious damage to my grades. The highlight of the day was trying to hide in the middle of a large crowd when I almost ran into Ashley. I still wasn't ready to talk to her. The feeling of rejection still hung with me from the previous weekend.

Despite my feelings, I couldn't help checking her out from my hiding place. We had another football game after school, and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms to class when we had home games. As always, Ashley looked spectacular in hers. She was walking with another girl from the squad, and, as usual, there was a trail of guys walking with her. For a second, I thought she noticed me, and I quickly turned my head, but her group continued down the hall without stopping.

Any part of my mind that thought Jill's earlier change in wardrobe was just coincidence changed when I saw her that morning. Not only was she wearing a pull over style top; she was also wearing pants instead of a skirt. The temperature was in the high seventies, and as is common of autumn in the south, there were no signs of the last two chilly weeks. Jill's sweater was baby blue and sleeveless and seemed to emphasize her exquisite bosom. She also wore a pair of gray slacks.

From the moment we entered the door of her house, I knew that it was going to take more than "defensive dressing" to stop me. We had both had orgasms on Thursday, and I damn sure didn't want to backtrack in our progress. We went downstairs and actually managed to talk a little bit before the kissing and fondling started. We sat next to each other on the sofa, kissing softly, somewhat less frenzied than what had been going on all week. We both knew that things were getting more serious.

I slid my hands down to her waist, and gripped the bottom of her sweater. Jill continued kissing me, but moved her hands to deter me. I had already decided that if she wanted me to stop, she was going to have to say so - I wasn't going to be discouraged my her disapproving touch. I grasped the sweater and in one quick move pulled it upward. Jill resisted temporarily, but didn't stop me. I lifted her arms and pulled the sweater off, revealing a shiny silver bra made of satin. Her large breasts filled the material nicely, and I could see her rock hard nipples poking out.

I pulled Jill tightly against me. She slipped her hand down to my penis, but it was obvious she didn't want me to cum again. I kissed her gently and reached for her belt buckle. I suddenly had an urge to see her in nothing but underwear. Again, Jill attempted to deter me with her hands, and again I persisted. I unbuckled the pants and slowly slid the zipper down. Her panties were shiny silver and matched the bra. Even though I had undressed Ashley the week before, I was still very aroused to be taking Jill's clothes off.

Suddenly, rubbing my penis through my pants wasn't good enough. I opened my pants. Although Jill's mom had interrupted us several times, Jill herself had not stopped me from doing anything all week, and I was beginning to feel that I could get away for anything.

Just before I pulled my penis out Jill destroyed that notion. "No," she said, placing her hand on my wrist. "Don't do it."''

I was a little shocked and didn't know what to say. For a moment, I was overwhelmed with confusion, but anger quickly took its place. "Why the fuck not?" I demanded. Jill hated the "f-word" so I'd intentionally used it.

"We need to stop," she said. "We need to stop now, or I may not be able to stop myself. Plus, my parents will be home soon. Don't be upset"

I really didn't want to be mad at her. Despite all my mischievous actions, I cared about Jill a lot, and it hurt me to see her upset. Still, I couldn't stop the rage from taking over. I jumped up off the couch and fastened my pants while complaining about her leading me on and not really loving me. I knew how to stick the sword in deep when I got mad.

Jill just sat on the couch staring up at with her pants open and no shirt on. She had a hurt look on her face, like a child that doesn't understand what they've done wrong. I was pleased and pissed off with myself at the same time. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. She had mentioned the lack of time, but that wouldn't be a problem at the football game. We would have all the time and privacy we needed if we snuck off to the baseball stadium again.

I sat down next to Jill and apologized. A few tears ran down her pretty face, and I kissed them away. I found her sweater and told her she should get dressed. It didn't take long to fix the mess my temper has caused. We sat chatting for a while before I finally brought up the football game. "So, do you want to eat dinner with your parents tonight or just get some junk food at the game?" I asked.

"I forgot to tell you," she said. "I can't go tonight. My aunt and uncle are coming to town."

I suddenly felt the fury building up again, and I fought to suppress it. I wasn't used to being so angry and irrational all the time, but apparently my hormones had taken over my brain. Calmly, I tried to convince Jill to find a way out of it. Despite all my reasoning, she explained that it couldn't be done, there was no way she was getting out of the house. I felt like a volcano getting ready to blow up, and I knew I had to get out of there. In our three months together, Jill and I had never argued that much, and I didn't want to start now.

"Honey, I have to leave," I said. "I'll talk to you later."

She jumped up and grabbed my arm. "Wait! Don't you want to stay and meet them."

"I can't," I said. " I really have to go." I gave Jill a quick kiss on the cheek and started up the stairs. I knew she was upset, and this time I didn't feel any pleasure. Still, I knew if I stayed much longer I would have to release the venom that seemed to be overrunning my body.

"Wait!" she called out. "Come back. Please don't be upset. I can make this up to you." I had no desire to hear what she was going to say, but I stopped anyway. "Tomorrow, we are spending the day with my relatives," she said, "but on Sunday, my parents are going with them to the mountains. I told them I have to study, so I can't go. They'll be gone all day." She glanced up at me and smiled shyly. I was paying complete attention now. "Maybe, I can do my studying late Saturday night, and you can come over Sunday morning, and stay all day."

Every bit of anger in my body disappeared. I went back to Jill and told her how much I loved her, and that it was a great idea. I ended up hanging around and meeting the relatives and having dinner with them. Afterward, I walked back to school for the game. I ended up hanging out with my best friend Cameron. She was the only person in the world that shared all my secrets with, and she had been the first to learn about me having sex with Ashley. In turn, she told me about everything she did with the guys, which wasn't much.

I also told Trey, my only other really close friend. We all lived in the same neighborhood, and along with Ashley, Cameron's younger sister Carrie, and a few other neighborhood kids, we had been best friends growing up. Over the years, everyone had pretty much grown apart except the three of us. We remained very close, and Cameron and I were almost inseparable. Trey had been the first in our little threesome to lose his virginity, and he had been happy to welcome me to the club.

We spent the game chattering, hardly paying any attention to our pathetic football team. The games were mostly a social event—the football was secondary. I made sure to sit as far away from the cheerleaders as possible. After the game, the three of us slipped into the alley between the main school building and the gym to split a cigarette. The alley was a popular place that all the teachers knew about but chose to ignore. We were finishing up, when Ashley appeared with another cheerleader named Lana who had moved to Atlanta from Australia a few years earlier. Ashley spotted me and came right over.

She discretely pulled me aside while Lana occupied my friends. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were avoiding me," Ashley said. "It looked like you were even trying to hide from me in the hall today."

I told her she must be mistaken.

"Well," she said. "I hope that's the case. I only have one quick thing to say to you. I never meant to hurt your feelings, and I'm sorry if I did. I didn't mean to make you feel rejected or anything—I was just thought we could have a little fun." She paused a second before continuing. "Tonight, I'm going out with my friends, and I've got plans tomorrow night, but I've got nothing in the afternoon. I'll be down our old fort fishing in the creek, so if you get bored, come join me." She turned quickly without waiting for a reply, and she walked off with Lana.

I quickly filled my friends in on the situation and we spent the rest of the evening discussing my options before we went our separate ways. When I got home, I went to bed with a big decision to make, and I didn't get much sleep.

Saturday: I spent the entire morning wondering what I should do. I was very much aware that Ashley's invitation was for more than fishing and every instinct in my body told me I should jump at the opportunity to have sex again.

The problem was Jill. I wasn't positive that we would have sex on Sunday, but I was sure we would fool around a lot. Jill was the girl I cared about and had feelings for, and I kept telling myself that I should be able to hold out for another 24 hours. I had only slept with Ashley because I needed some relief, but now that Jill was willing to provide that, there was no reason to go on this little fishing trip.

By lunchtime, I had decided not to go, and I sat at the kitchen table eating my lunch. I was comfortable with my choice until I glanced out the window and saw Ashley walking out into the woods. Twenty minutes later, I told my parents I was going fishing and walked out with my rod and reel.

I came out of the woods slowly and saw Ashley sitting on the creek bank with a line in the water, smoking a joint. She turned to me, smiled, and offered a hit. I took the joint and inhaled—another first with Ashley I thought to myself.

"I was hoping you'd come," she said, "but I wasn't sure. I was going to be pretty embarrassed if you didn't." We sat smoking for a while, not saying much. It was obvious that we were both a little uncomfortable. Finally, Ashley asked, "How are things with Jill? Still frustrated?"

I said, "The problem is close to a resolution."

"You know," she said, "with a little more practice, I think you can really make her first time memorable."

I knew there was no turning back then. Ashley was dressed casually, but she still looked spectacular. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. It was another warm day, and she had on a man's old blue, button down work shirt, and a pair of cutoff jeans that hugged her little athletic ass. She locked her big brown eyes on mine, and we slowly leaned closer together. We sat in the grass kissing for an eternity.

"I don't want to cheat on Jill," I whispered softly.

"It's just sex," she said. "It's no big deal." She leaned towards me, pushing me onto my back on the warm ground. I reached up, rubbed her breasts and quickly realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Ashley winked at me suggestively. I began to unbutton her shirt as she pulled mine off. Seeing her small, pert breasts pleased me as much as it had the first time. She straddled me and the two of us sat there topless in the warm sunlight making out.

Ashley opened my fly and worked my big penis out of my pants. "I want to fuck you so bad," she said. "I've been thinking about it all week."

"Me too," I admitted. "I even think about you when I'm with Jill sometimes," I said. Ashley pulled my pants down, and then removed her tight little shorts. She was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties, and she quickly threw them aside.

"I'm flattered by that," Ashley said. "Jill's a very pretty girl. I bet she looks great naked."

I didn't tell her that I had never seen Jill naked. I only responded with "So do you."

We were both completely naked now, and Ashley straddled me once more. She took my cock and her hand, and guided me to her entrance. I panted heavily, and she made her strange purring sound as I slipped inside. We rocked back and forth in the grass and I sucked on her perky nipples. All though it was unlikely that anyone would walk up, fucking outside was still a huge turn on for me.

I slid my cock in and out of her slowly. I was getting a much better feeling for what to do, and how to control myself. Ashley moaned softly. I couldn't help looking down and being turned on by the site of her vagina spread around my stiff cock. I watched it sliding in and out, and then started rubbing her clit with my thumb. She responded by wildly bouncing on my cock. Our momentum built up quickly until Ashley was bouncing up and down as if she was riding a horse. She moaned audibly, and it echoed off the trees around us. I could tell she was close to cumming, and I felt myself losing control. My penis twitched and I creamed inside her pussy. That set Ashley off and she had an orgasm. We collapsed next to each other and lay naked in the grass for several minutes.

Afterwards, we actually did do some fishing. Then we went into the fort and had sex again. As evening came, Ashley went home to prepare for her night out, and I sat alone contemplating my situation. Now that I had accepted the nature of our relationship, I no longer felt any rejection from Ashley. I also came upon a revelation that made me nervous. No matter what happened on Sunday with Jill, I knew that as long as Ashley wanted to fuck me, I would be willing. Worried about how everything would turn out, I packed up my gear and headed home.

"Just in time for dinner," my mother said as I walked through the door.

"Good," I responded, "I'm starving. Just let me put my stuff up." Apparently cheating on your girlfriend could build up quite an appetite. I ran out to the garage to stash my fishing gear, and then came back to the dining room. I noticed I was ravenous as I helped myself to some of my mother's delicious southern cooking.

For most of the meal, the conversation consisted of the normal dinnertime banter. Dad relating his adventures mowing the lawn, while mom shared the latest gossip she had heard from the neighbors. About halfway through the meal, the subject changed. "So," my mother said, "I was over with Mrs. Welch today, and she said that Ashley was also fishing. Did you two plan this together?"

I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I told her that she had mentioned she might be down at the creek on Saturday, but we hadn't made definite plans.

"Well," my mother said. "This is two weekends in a row you two have been out together. Her mother tells me she's not seeing anyone, so if for some reason things don't work out with Jill, I think you and Ashley would make a cute little couple." I was starting to lose my appetite as I put up with my mother's meddling.

"I have a girlfriend right now, Mother, but if it doesn't work out you and Mrs. Welch are the first one's I'll notify," I said sarcastically.

"You don't have to use that tone with me" she said dejectedly. It appeared she would have to hold off on planning her dream wedding for me, at least for a little while. "Oh," she said. "I almost forgot. Jill called this afternoon."

There was still food on my plate, but my appetite was completely gone now. Jill had probably been calling to make plans for our day together, but she had missed me because I had been off having sex with another girl. "Beautiful," I thought to myself. I sat at the table playing with the food on my plate until everyone was through, then I excused myself to go call Jill. I got her machine and left a message. I spent the next few hours wondering what my mother might have said to her. Jill wasn't the jealous type, but she already knew that I had gone to a party with Ashley. On top of that, an afternoon fishing trip may look suspicious even to her loving eyes. It was well after dark when she finally called back.

"Hey," she said cheerfully. "How was your fishing trip?"

"Not bad," I said.

"Did you catch anything?"

"I hope not," I said to myself while I thought about Ashley's reputation for sleeping around. "No, I didn't catch anything," I said in the phone. "How was the day with your family?"

Jill told me all about her day, and we continued to chat about insignificant stuff. It reminded me of the first few months we were together, when we would sometimes talk all night. It also reminded me that although Jill was very attractive in a conservative way, it had actually been her brains that originally caught my attention. Most guys were intimidated by an intelligent girl, but I had been intrigued. I loved to listen to her ideas and to know what she was thinking, and although I was eager to talk about our Sunday plans, I was very content to talk about other things with her. After about an hour, Jill finally brought up the subject.

"There's been a change in plans for tomorrow," she said.

"Shit!" I thought to myself. That's just my luck. Her parents changed their mind. "What is it?" I asked, trying not to show my disappointment.

"Well," she said. "Remember I told you my parents and relatives would be gone until late at night? They changed their minds, and they decided to get a cabin and not come home until Monday."

"Really?" I asked, suddenly excited.

"They asked Joanne to come stay with me," she said. "I talked to her and explained the situation, so she's not coming over, but she will cover for me." Joanne was Jill's older sister. She went to a community college, and had an apartment with some friends. The two girls were very close, so I wasn't surprised that Joanne had offered to cover for her. "So," Jill said, "Do you think you can find a way to stay over all night?"

My mind was already working on a plan. I decided to tell my parents that I had to work on a big project with Cameron, and that I would probably just spend the night over at her house. That had happened plenty of times in the past, and I knew my parents wouldn't mind. Plus, I knew Cameron would cover for me, and she had a direct phone line in her room, so her parents wouldn't be involved.

I shared my plan with Jill and she was delighted. "I have a surprise for you," she said. "I didn't want to tell you earlier, because I thought it might get you in a hurry. I started using birth control about 6 weeks ago, so you don't have to get any condoms. I read that it was better that way, and I've known for a while now that I wanted you to be my first."

I was shocked by her statement. I had no idea that Jill had been planning on sex for that long. Personally, I had been hoping for it since day one, but I had only thought my goal was in reach for the last few weeks. I was also delighted, but not surprised to learn she had been reading up on sex. Jill was intelligent, studious, and a bit of a perfectionist, so I knew she would take the time to learn about something before she jumped headfirst into the deep end.

"So," I said. "By telling me this, does that mean that we are definitely going to do it tomorrow?"

"I don't know," she said. "I want to take everything slowly, and if it happens, it happens. Either way, I'm sure we'll have a lovely day together."

"Well, just being with you will be good enough for me," I said.

"I'm glad," she responded. "I'm so excited, and nervous, but mostly excited. I bought some new underwear today just for tomorrow."

"Really?" I asked. I was getting excited just talking about our plans. Jill and I had never discussed her underwear in the past.

"Yes," she said. "My mom and aunt and I went to Victoria's Secret when we were at the mall. I got panties, a bra, and some stockings. I thought a garter belt would be sexy, but I couldn't think of a way to convince my mom that I needed one."

"Tell me more," I said.

"No," Jill began, "I think you'll get plenty of time to see them tomorrow. Just talking about this is getting me excited."

"It's getting me a little horny," I said. My penis was quickly turning rock hard as I pictured Jill in a lacy black bra, g-string and stockings, like something you would see in a porno magazine.

"That's what I meant," she said with a giggle, "But I didn't want to use that word. That's how I've felt all week. You've been making it hard for me to resist."

"Really?" I asked. "What have I been doing that you liked?' My cock was now at full salute. Jill and I had done plenty of fooling around, but we had never talked about the things we did, they just sort of happened spontaneously.

"The way you've been touching me," she said. "The way you've been looking at me." Her voice had become noticeable huskier. I asked her to go on. "Well," she said. "When you try to undress me, I get really excited. I feel so bad, and I'm scared we're going to get caught, and it just drives me wild."

"You're driving me wild right now," I said. Suddenly, my cock was aching to be touched. I quickly removed locked the bedroom door and removed my pants. "I'm so hard, I'm going to have to masturbate."

"NO!" she said with mock disgust. "You don't do that do you?"

"Yes," I said honestly. "When I think about you, I can't help it. You never touch yourself when you're thinking of me?"

"No!" she said after a slight hesitation. I didn't say anything for several seconds. "I don't," she said, but it was obvious she was lying now. "Well, I only do a little."

"What do you do?" I asked. I started stroking my cock. "Well," she said. "Ever since the day you sucked on my nipple, I rub it a little longer in the shower." I told her to keep talking. "And sometimes...." She paused before bursting out, "Sometimes I rub myself down there. Though my panties though, I never penetrate."

"Are you doing it now?" I asked. She told me she wasn't. "Well, what are you wearing?"

"My pajamas," she said. "Just ordinary blue flannel pajamas. I asked about her underwear and after a few minutes of persuading she told me she had on a pair of white cotton panties.

"Why don't you reach in your pajamas, and rub it for me now?" I asked.

"No" she said.

"Why not? If I were there, I would be rubbing it. I'd slide my hand up and down your panties," I whispered. I was puling hard on my cock. "I'd rub all over your pussy."

"Don't use that word..." she said. She sounded a little out of breath.

"You're touching yourself aren't you Jill?"

"No, I'm not..." she said softly.

"Don't bullshit me Jillian. Tell me what you are doing!" My voice was firm, but not angry.

"I'm rubbing my panties," she said. She was moaning softly into the phone now. "And my nipples."

"Are you thinking of me?" I asked. I was getting a rush from the power I had over her, and my hand continued to speed up and down my shaft.

"Yes!" she panted.

"Good then. You keep thinking of me, and what you want me to do to you tomorrow. Goodbye"

"No, don't go!" she almost shouted. "Keep talking to me like that." It was hard to mistake the pleading tone in her voice.

Every bone in my body wanted to obey her command, but my brain took over. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said and hung up the phone. I wanted her to be burning for me all night. I laid down on the bed and continued to jerk off in the dark, and eventually had a massive orgasm. I cleaned up and went to bed, looking forward for my date with Jill.

*****

Sunday: For the most part, it was a sleepless light. Sex was on my mind as I drifted off to sleep, and it filled my dreams. It woke up almost every hour with visions of Ashley and Jill floating through my mind. I dreamt about having sex with each of them, and with both of them at the same time. I also dreamt that Jill found out about my secret indiscretion. Every time I woke I was filled with a bitter sweet mixture of guilt and arousal. When the first rays of sunlight drifted though my window, I finally got out of bed. Jill's parents were leaving at around 9, and I planned to do the same. That would allow a little extra time in case they forgot something, or took to long to get out the door. I had a couple of hours to kill, so I hopped in the shower, ate some breakfast, and then sat in front of the television to pass time, although I wasn't really watching it. I knew I was no longer a virgin, but for some reason it still felt like the biggest day of my young life. I was anticipating it so much that my hands were shaking.

Finally, 9 o'clock rolled around and I set off to Jill's house. I spent the entire walk thinking of things that could go wrong. If I got there, and her parents' car was still in the driveway, I could hide and wait, but what if they passed me walking up the street to their house? Or what if I got inside, and her parents came back and caught us. Jill's mother was nice, but her father was somewhat strict, and I could all too easily picture him kicking my ass. Afterwards, of course, Jill would never be allowed to see me again.

As it turned out, my fears were needless. When I got to Jill's house her parents were long gone. I rang the doorbell, and Jill greeted me with a smile and a soft kiss on the cheek. I was glad to see that the "defensive dressing" was no longer in place. Jill looked spectacular, and despite my nervousness, I felt the familiar stirring in my pants. Her long blonde hair was swept back on the sides and held with some complicated clip. She was wearing a baby blue short-sleeved sweater, with a white blouse beneath. Her skirt was blue and gray plaid wool and came to her knees, and she had on white stockings. Although nothing about the outfit was suggestive, I was extremely aroused by it. The tight sweater accentuated Jill's provocative curves, and the white stockings seemed to be molded to her legs. It kind of reminded me of a school girl uniform, without the drab colors, the pleated skirt and the neck tie.

"That wasn't very nice last night," was the first thing she said.

"Well, I figured you had left me burning often enough that I should repay the favor."

"Believe me, you did," Jill said. "But I already knew the feeling."

We stood in they foyer and suddenly felt a little awkward. It wasn't like our afternoon meeting, which were spontaneous and rushed. Now we had all the time in the world, and we'd had plenty of time to think about our actions. In all likelihood, this wasn't a "will we/won't we" situation any more. Jill hadn't invited me over to watch a movie, with the expectation that we might fool around a little. We had both lied and deceived our parents and planned a clandestine rendezvous for the sole purpose of having sex. We both knew we were going to take a serious step in our relationship by doing something that every adult and religious figure in our life had expressly discouraged. For me, it wasn't going to be the first time down that path, but it was the first time I had really been able to contemplate what I was doing. In Jill's mind, it was going to be the first time for both of us, a big step in the life of a young girl, especially for one who had always made the choices expected of her in the past. Jill didn't drink, and didn't smoke, didn't take school for granted and didn't use profanity excessively. What she did do was love and trust her boyfriend, and she was ready to express it.

As all this ran though my head, I started to feel sick with guilt. It had been only nine days since that first fatal night with Ashley. Why was I so weak, I thought? Why didn't I just wait. It never occurred to me that having sex with Ashley is what had increased my persistence with Jill, and likely accelerated her time table. For a moment, I thought I might physically get sick, but then Jill put an end to that line of thinking.

"So," she asked awkwardly. "Do you want to go upstairs?"

I jerked my mind out of the past and back to the present. I could dwell on my mistakes later. I followed Jill up the main staircase. Her bedroom was large, like the rest of the house, with an amazing view of the golf course and the manmade lake that ran beside it. The room had a small vestibule area, with a couple or large chairs and a love seat in front of a television. There was a large desk and bookshelf in a corner of the main bedroom where several of Jill's textbooks were laying. I glanced around and noticed that the bathroom was equally large, with a massive vanity and bathtub, in addition to a separate shower. There was also a large walk in closet stuffed with expensive clothes. Dominating the rest of the bedroom sat an enormous four-poster bed with a canopy, and a matching dresser, both with ornately carved woodwork. I knew Jill's family was rich. Her mother had an average job as a financial analyst, but her father was a high priced attorney. They lived in a small mansion next to the golf course in an exclusive country club. Still. I was overwhelmed by Jill's bedroom. The walls were pale green, and the carpet and curtains mere somewhere between off-white and beige. The bedspread was a combination of the colors. The room was displayed a mixture of wealth, and Jill's personality. Along with all the expensive furniture and decorating, there were pictures and painting on the wall that reflected Jill's taste, including some of me. Everything was very meticulous and organized, like the room's occupant.

Despite my fascination with all the luxuries, my eyes kept darting back to the large bed. After months of fooling around on sofas and discreet hiding places, I was eager to be in bed with a girl. Jill and I stood staring at each other awkwardly. I walked over and kissed her full lips and she responded. We embraced and began to kiss slowly, but passionately. Her lips parted softly, and our tongues met. I slid my hands up her stocking clad legs and under her skirt, then rubbed the bare flesh above her stockings. I cock was at full mast, and Jill softly stroked it through my pants.

I was suddenly aching for her. I stepped back and pulled off my shirt in a hurry. Barechested, I stepped back towards Jill and went for her sweater. She stopped me with a gentle but firm touch.

"No," she said. "I want to take this slow. We've got plenty of time."

My ears heard her, but my mind was having a difficult time comprehending the meaning of her words. Had she really said to take it slow? All I could think about was seeing her naked body, and fucking her. I knew it wasn't the most romantic concept. It certainly wouldn't happen that way in a movie, but that didn't change my desire. From my experience with Ashley I was thinking that if we had 24 hours, Jill and I could do it at least 24 times.

I started to argue, but she placed a finger to my lips and silenced me. I noticed that her hand was trembling. "I want this to be a day I'll remember. I want it to be perfect," she said. "I don't want to rush around, or act like animals who have no control over their thoughts and actions."

I was a little big offended by her insinuations about my actions, but mostly I was amazed by her calm and poise. I realized Jill was taking control of the situation. I felt somewhat like a kindergartner being guided by an understanding teacher. In the back of my mind I could hear a macho voice telling me that I was the man, and that I was the experienced one, and it was my job to run the show. The rational part of my mind pushed that voice away. I still felt the aching in my loins, but Jill's confidence was also soothing to me. More importantly, it had a calming effect on her. Jill who liked to let logic and reason lead her instead of passion, and I knew that in the long run it would be in my best interest to let her handle the situation in the way she wanted.

She guided me to the bed and asked me to sit down. It was a king size, and there were tons of pillows near the head board. I arranged them so they would prop me up, and leaned back. I noticed now that there were candles all over the room, and Jill walked around to light them, along with some patchouli scented incense. She turned on the stereo, which was filled with a mixture of CD's by the Cure. Jill and I didn't always agree on music, but that was a band we both loved. Plus, the somber mellow songs seemed to fit the tone. Finally, she closed the drapes to block out the sunlight. The candles provided plenty of illumination, but now the room seemed more comfortable, and somewhat sensual.

Jill walked over to the bed and stood near its edge. I got up and we stood face to face. Her blue eyes locked on mine, and she seemed to gaze straight into my soul.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you so much that it scares me sometimes, because if you ever left me I would be crushed. I've never felt like this before about anything."

"I love you, too," I said, "and I'll never leave you."

"Good," she said. "I want to make you really happy."

I rubbed the back of my hand across her soft cheek, and we started to kiss. She wrapped her arms around my nude torso as I held her face in my hands. I kissed her forehead, and each of her closed eyes. I kissed the tip of her nose, her chin, and finally moved back to her lips. It was a long soft kiss; our tongues tousled gently, and when it was through, I pulled softly on her bottom lip.

We stood staring at each other again. I didn't have a lot of sexual experience, but there was no mistaking the lust and longing in her big blue eyes. She pushed me softly backwards onto the bed. I leaned back into the pillows and Jill sat on my crotch, straddling me. Her weight felt good against my throbbing organ. She reached up to her hair and unclipped it, then shook her head provocatively and winked. I knew she was playing around, but it was still very sexy.

She leaned forward and kissed me. Again I reached for her sweater, and this time she didn't resist. She lifted her arms for me as I removed the garment. Beneath it, she was wearing a thin, silky white collared blouse. Part of it had come untucked when I pulled the sweater off. I could clearly see the outline of her bra through the material. She leaned forward and I slipped my arms around her back, enjoying the feel of the soft, almost frictionless blouse against my bare chest.

This time, our kissing was more passionate. I slid my tongue around her lips. Without thinking about it, we began to move our hips in unison, humping through our clothes. I couldn't remember ever being so horny, but like Jill, I now wanted to take things slowly. I opened the top two buttons of her blouse and began kissing her neck. I started sucking on the flesh along her collar bone, making sure if I made a hickey it would be out of sight.

Jill moaned softly. "I love it when you do that," she whispered. I felt her hand slowly sliding up my thigh, and she began to rub my cock through my pants. It felt amazing. I placed my hand on her thigh and slid it past the lacy top of her stocking. I rubbed the bare flesh of her inner thigh and as I moved upward, I could feel the heat beneath her skirt.

Jill's hand picked up speed as it rubbed my cock. She was moaning softly now in response to my touch. I continued to stroke her inner thigh rapidly while my tongue and lips roamed along her neck and collar bone. Slowly, inched my hand upward until I felt the soft satin of her panties. I touched her crotch and noticed how damp the material was. Jill squealed at my touch. I slid my hand around her panties, rubbing her round ass, and back down to her crotch. Finally, I slipped a finger in the leg band. Unlike earlier in the week, Jill didn't stop me. I could feel her pubic hair. It was much softer than Ashley's, and seemed to be sparser. I quickly pictured Ashley's pubic region in my mind so I could map a path to Jill's clitoris. As I slid my fingers across the sensitive nub, Jill squealed again.

"I can't believe what you're doing," she said. "Please don't stop."

I rubbed across the mound several times, and Jill panted her pleasure with each touch. "Jill, why don't you rub me while I rub you?" I asked.

"I am," she said breathlessly. She vigorously slid her hand up and down my swollen dick.

"No," I said. "I mean for real."

Jill froze for a second and looked me in the eyes. I continued to gently rub her clit. She smiled a little, and without a word reached down and unfastened my pants. She slipped her hand in through my boxers and wrapped it around my cock.

Bolts of lightning shot through my entire body. "Holy shit!" I grunted. She started pulling and stroking my dick. "Be gentle," I said. "It's sensitive."

She slowed down, and started to stroke it in a more controlled, rhythmic fashion. Her hand slid up and down, using my pre-cum for lubrication. She gave a firm squeeze at the tip with each stroke up. Jill was a master at reading my mind, and quickly found the technique to tease and please me best.

My mind seemed to be spinning out of control, I started rubbing harder on her clit. Jill responded by stroking back with more intensity. We were both breathing heavy, and with each movement I pushed the tips of my first to fingers into her opening. She responded like a wild woman. Her hand seemed to fly up and down my shaft. She was pulling on it slightly and I was suddenly aching for a release.

"Don't stop," I grunted. "Please don't stop, Jill." She kept stroking while I rubbed her clit. She was very much in control of me. With almost no warning, I felt the tingling in my balls. The pressure built up rapidly and then I exploded. I could feel my cum shooting out into my pants. Jill seemed unaware of what was happening at first, and she kept pumping. Without thinking, I rubbed her clit harder now and started dipping my fingers inside her. I felt the soft resistance of her hymen with my finger tips. Jill seemed to be on another planet as she kept jerking my rod even after I finished cumming. She was moaning and panting heavily as her body began to quiver.

Suddenly her moans turned to screams of pleasure. She clenched her thighs tightly on my arm. "Oh," she moaned. "Oh it feels so good." Jill orgasmed heavily and continued stroking me the whole time. Her whole body seemed tense and she seemed lost for several seconds. When it passed, she kissed me passionately. It took her another moment to realize I had climaxed. She pulled her hand out of my pants, and saw that she had semen on it. The two of us collapsed next to each other and spent several minutes catching our breath.

"Damn," I said finally. "That was amazing."

Jill rolled over wordlessly and kissed me firmly on the lips. "Amazing doesn't begin to describe it," she said, still panting slightly. "Are you hungry? I'm ravished."

I looked at the clock on the nightstand and was surprised to see it was just past noon. I had been at Jill's for close to three hours. "Time flies when you're having fun," I thought to myself. I didn't really want to leave the bedroom, but I realized I could use a bite to eat. The two of us headed downstairs to the kitchen.

I sat down at the same table where we had made out on Thursday. It was also the same place where we had eaten dinner with family on Friday. I looked out the large bay windows as Jill stirred around in the kitchen. It was a beautiful autumn day, and there were several foursomes out on the golf course. Again, I fantasized about having sex right there on the table with the golfers watching. Jill came over with a large plate of fruit, cheese, and yogurt. The two of us snacked and chatted about silly things. Without thinking about it, the conversation naturally drifted back towards sex.

"I'm having a lot of fun," Jill said. "I thought I might feel guilty, but I don't really."

"I'm glad," I said.

"Do you want to watch some TV or something for a little while?" she asked.

"I'll do whatever you want," I said. "What do you want to do?"

She placed her hand on my leg and gave me a suggestive look. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her. She ran a hand across my bare chest. Her hand continued upward. I could still feel the dampness from cumming in my pants, but that didn't stop me from getting hard again. Jill stepped out of her chair and straddled me in mine. Our hips started grinding automatically. Suddenly, despite my fantasy, I felt self-conscious about the window.

"Maybe we should move," I said.

"Don't worry," she responded. "They're tinted. We can see out, but no one can see in."

That eased my worries. It was also kind of a thrill. I felt like we were on display, even though we weren't. Jill rubbed my cock frantically as we kissed. Slowly, she slid down my body until she was on her knees in front of me. She quickly opened my pants and worked my cock out through the fly of my boxers, remembering to be gently. I was so surprised that I didn't know what to do. She could have been every mans fantasy and she knelt in front of me in her innocent looking white blouse and plaid skirt with my cock in her hand.

She looked up and down my shaft and at my balls, examining them like a scientist discovering a new specimen. "I can't believe what I'm doing," she said. "It's different than I expected. Bigger, thicker. It's kind of funny looking."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.

"No," she said. "I didn't mean that. It's exciting me a lot. It's just hard to imagine all of it inside of me." She looked at it some more before starting to slide her hand up and down. Her eyes got bigger as she watched me respond to her touch. It was obvious she was getting a thrill out of watching my pleasure. I started to breathe faster. Her hand job technique had been improving for weeks, and now she seemed to have it mastered. It was also obvious that she enjoyed looking at my cock as she stroked it. At first, she seemed a bit nervous and tentative, but the nervousness dissipated with each stroke, and it was replaced by amusement, arousal, and confidence. Jill knew she was pleasing me by my soft moans. She leaned forward, and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.

I felt like I would explode immediately. Her technique was not nearly as refined as Ashley's, but the fact that the innocent, virginal girl that I loved was sucking on my cock was driving me wild. I was extremely aware of the heat and warmth of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down slowly, while still massaging the base of my penis with her hand. She was no where near deep throating me, but I didn't give a shit. She moved her mouth up and down slowly, sucking on my cock. Her long blonde hair tickled my balls as she took me in and out of her mouth. She wasn't using her tongue at all, but I hardly noticed. Every once in a while she would gaze up with her big blue eyes and try to smile with my penis between her lips. It was more than I could take. I ran my hands through her silky hair and pulled it back out of her face. She moved her head up and down faster and I moved my hips with her, being careful not to force myself in to deep.....

asure. I started to breathe faster. Her hand job technique had been improving for weeks, and now she seemed to have it mastered. It was also obvious that she enjoyed looking at my cock as she stroked it. At first, she seemed a bit nervous and tentative, but the nervousness dissipated with each stroke, and it was replaced by amusement, arousal, and confidence. Jill knew she was pleasing me by my soft moans. She leaned forward, and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.

I felt like I would explode immediately. Her technique was not nearly as refined as Ashley's, but the fact that the innocent, virginal girl that I loved was sucking on my cock was driving me wild. I was extremely aware of the heat and warmth of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down slowly, while still massaging the base of my penis with her hand. She was no where near deep throating me, but I didn't give a shit. She moved her mouth up and down slowly, sucking on my cock. Her long blonde hair tickled my balls as she took me in and out of her mouth. She wasn't using her tongue at all, but I hardly noticed. Every once in a while she would gaze up with her big blue eyes and try to smile with my penis between her lips. It was more than I could take. I ran my hands through her silky hair and pulled it back out of her face. She moved her head up and down faster and I moved my hips with her, being careful not to force myself in to deep.

Again, there was little warning to my orgasm. The pressure seemed to build up out of nowhere, and I knew I was going to cum hard. I forgot that Jill didn't have Ashley's experience, so I didn't give her a warning. I felt my balls contract and then I erupted, shooting my come into Jill's mouth. Jill's eyes got really big indicating her surprise. She swallowed hastily, and lasted a few seconds before gagging. She pulled away coughing while some sperm trickled out of her mouth. As my dick spasmed a final time, I sent a few drops of cum across her blouse.

I tried to catch my breath as I asked "Are you alright?"

Jill swallowed a few times before nodding. "Yes. It just caught me by surprise."

"I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

"It's okay," she said. "I'll know next time."

I was very pleased to hear her use the phrase ‘next time'. I took her hands and pulled her up. She straddled me again, and we kissed for several seconds. I could taste my salty fluid on her lips. I unbuttoned her blouse a little further, revealing a smooth white satin bra with lacy straps.

"My new lingerie," Jill said. "It's from Victoria's Secret. What do you think?"

"I think it's very pretty," I said. "And I think it's time to get you up stairs to repay your favor."

"Don't males need some recovery time?" Jill asked.

"I can think of plenty to do while we wait," I answered.

We kissed again, and I told her to wrap her legs and arms around me tightly. I stood up, and started carrying her to her room. It was a lot harder than it looked in the movies, but Jill was light enough for me to make it up the stairs and back to the bed. The candles and incense were still burning, and the Cure CD's still shuffled around on random in the background. Jill turned the comforter down as well as well as the top sheet. The bed linen was light green, like the walls, and made of a high quality material. It was smooth and cool to the touch. I took off my pants and socks and climbed between the sheets wearing nothing but my boxers.

Almost instantly, our bodies were locked together. My penis was still recovering, but I knew it wouldn't take very long. Only a few buttons remained on her silky blouse, and I quickly opened them and slipped it off her shoulders. The bra was very simple, yet sexy, and the white satin seemed to gleam in the candle light. Her full breasts were stretching the material to its limit, and I could see the slight imprint of her hard nipples.

I pushed a cup down, exposing her strawberry colored nipples. I took it in my mouth without hesitating, and Jill moaned with delight. "I really like that," she said softly. She ran her fingers through my long dark hair as used my tongue to toy with her nipples. I couldn't believe how hard it was. I slid my hand around to her ass and unzipped her skirt. Jill kicked it off while I continued to suck her tit. I leaned back a minute to look her over. Her stockings were white thigh highs with a lace covered elastic top. The panties were white satin that matched the bra. Jill had a spectacular, curvy body, and this was my first chance to really look at it. The panties hugged her round hips and ass. The exposed flesh between her underwear and stocking was very pale and sexy. Her stomach was flat, but not muscular, and her breasts were very round and ample. It was a large contrast to Ashley's small, athletic build. I also found her a lot sexier than the starved looking models that I'd seen in porno magazines and movies with my friends.

Once again, I began to suck on her nipple while my hand went down her panties. Jill pulled me tightly against her as she sucked on my neck and gently rubbed my penis. I couldn't believe how much better it felt to have our bare flesh touching without all the layers of clothing. I started fingering her again and rubbing her clit. Jill gyrated her hips softly into my hand, urging me not to stop. I could feel the soft resistance of her hymen, but I didn't apply much pressure. With my thumb, I stroked her clit while Jill moaned for more. I cupped her breast with my free hand, and started to gently tug at her nipple with my teeth. She buried her head into my shoulder and softly bit me. Her hand was moving briskly against my penis, and I was starting to get very hard.

I slid my finger in and out at a faster pace, but remained gentle. I felt Jill grip my body tightly. "I'm having one," she whispered suddenly. Her body became tense, and this time I recognized the signs of her orgasm. She moaned with delight and pulled on my cock until it was over. I let her enjoy the moment before speaking.

"I'm ready again, if you are," I said softly.

She gave my cock a last squeeze, realizing I was fully erect. She was silent for a second. "You mean, ready to make love?" she asked. I nodded. She seemed to deliberate a second more. "I'm ready too," she said. "Please be gentle." I told her I would.

I slid my boxers off and threw them aside. My erection stood out in front of me like some absurd pointing stick. I reached over and took her panties, and slowly slid them down. Jill lifted her ass to help me. Instantly, I was overwhelmed by her musk. The scent was sharp and pungent. It was very different from Ashley's scent, and very intoxicating. I pulled the panties all the way down and threw them aside.

I studied Jill's pubic region just like she had mine. Her pubic hair was sparse and neatly trimmed. It was very fair in color, and fine to the touch. It looked like little strands of gold woven around her entrance. The vagina itself was visually pleasing. Her clit was swollen and obvious. I was mesmerized by every intricate fold of her flesh. I slid my fingers around, feeling her wetness. I lined the tip of my cock up to her entrance.

Slowly, I pushed forward and penetrated her. The sensation I felt was unbelievable. I had never had sex without a condom before. Her vagina was very hot and moist. It also felt much tighter than Ashley's. I leaned over Jill in the missionary position, and pushed onward when I felt the slight resistance. I broke her hymen without much effort and continued to slide myself in. A few tears ran from Jills's eyes and she gripped my arms tightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"It hurts," she said. "Go slow."

I slid my cock back out, and then buried it in her again. Jill whimpered slightly, but it was more pleasure than pain. I thrust again, and this time, it was met with a little more pleasure. I was trying my best to remain patient, but the sensation of being inside her was unbelievable. After fucking Ashley with a rubber on, I assumed it wouldn't be much better without one. I had been very wrong. I slid in and out again, and Jill clutched me tightly. She was moaning and breathing heavily. We both were. I started fucking her gently, taking my time. She was beginning to thrust back now. A few stray tears still ran down her cheeks, but for the most part, she was ignoring the pain, at least temporarily. I continued to move in and out, swiveling my hips, remembering what moves had been most pleasing to Ashley.

Jill was really starting to get into it. We were still going slow, but she was moving her hips in rhythm with mine, taking the full length of my cock inside her. She started to pant heavily, and despite my desire to be gentle, my body seemed to increase the tempo without consulting my brain. Jill's pussy was tight and hot, and I knew I wouldn't last very long, so I was happy when she started to climax. I felt her vagina clench on my penis, and she moaned loudly. She didn't have as much control over her actions as she'd had before. She closed her eyes and shouted my name repeatedly, and it was all that I could stand. I gave three hard thrusts, and I felt myself explode. My hot cum shot up inside of her. Despite my earlier orgasms, I still released several shots of sperm. We both continued humping for several minutes after our orgasm. Finally, we stopped and just laid there. I left my penis inside of her, letting it grow flaccid. We kissed for several seconds. Eventually, I moved to Jill's side, and we moved to a spooning position.

I don't know how long we laid like that without speaking. It seemed like a long time, but I never really got tired of it. I was the first to break the silence.

"How do you feel?" I asked softly.

"I feel happy," she said. "And content, and maybe a little sad."

"Why is that?"

"I just feel like I've taken a big step in my life," she said. "And I've enjoyed it, and I'm so happy it was with you, but at the same time, it's not something I can ever undo. I can never go back to the way I was before. I always thought I would wait, until I met you that is."

"Did I force you into something you didn't want?" I asked. I was feeling a little guilty.

"No," she said. "No, I didn't mean that at all. I told you last night that I've known for months. I knew I wanted to sleep with you. You didn't force me into anything, so don't think that. The way you look at me, the way you treat me...it's unlike anything I've ever known. I'm not talking about when we are fooling around. I'm talking about when we are just hanging out, or talking on the phone. You listen to me, and all my thoughts and dreams, even when they're silly, and you say nice things to me. At first, I thought it was just something you did to flirt with me and woo me or whatever. But after a while, I noticed that it wasn't something you did consciously. It's not something you thought about. It's just what you did, it was your natural reaction to me."

I didn't know what to say, so we just laid silently again. She was right, I had never really planned out my actions around her. I listened to her because I was interested in what she had to say, and any complements I gave her were only my true thoughts, not some line I was using to get sex. As our relationship had progressed, sex had always been in my mind, but it was never my intention from the beginning. I had told her I loved her on many occasions, but that was the first time I realized it was completely true. I suddenly felt like an ass for cheating on her. I told myself then that it would not happen again. Hopefully, Ashley had gotten tired of me already, but if not, I would have to resist the temptation.

I wrapped my arm tighter around and Jill, and kissed the back of her neck. "Are you in any pain?" I asked.

"A little," she said. "it doesn't really hurt. It's more like a soreness, like you get in your legs after running or something."

"Jill, I'm glad my first time making love was with you." In my mind, it wasn't a lie. My experiences with Ashley had just been fucking, there was no love involved. With Jill, it had been completely different. It was emotionally gratifying, as well as physically.

"So am I. Look at us," she said. For the first time I realized that the bed was the same height as the dresser, and that we were lined up with the large mirror. Our reflection was framed like a picture in the huge sheet of glass. "We look beautiful."

The candles were burning down, but there was still plenty of light to see by. I looked in the mirror and studied the reflection. Jill's back was resting against my nude chest. Her body was very soft and feminine, while mine was a harder, masculine outline in the background. My right arm was draped across her body and against her flat stomach. She was still wearing her stockings and bra, but one of the cups was pushed down, exposing her ruddy nipple. I could see a couple of small hickeys developing along her collar bone, and one on my shoulder. The sheets were pushed down, and I could clearly see golden bush in the mirror. I slid my hand down, and gently twirled my fingers in the hair. "You look beautiful," I said. "I just look lucky."

She turned and kissed me on the lips. "How would you like your second time making love to be with me?" She reached a hand back and began massaging my scrotum.

"Right now?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

She nodded and kissed me again. Her hand found the tip of my penis, and started to fondle it. I ran my tongue slowly against the back of her neck. Two fingers slid down, and dipped into her vagina. Jill moaned softly, and I started to nibble at her earlobe. It sent a chill through her body, and she responded delightfully.

She released my penis briefly, and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She shrugged it off and onto the floor. "Do you like that better?"

I gazed at her breasts for the first time in the mirror and told her how pretty they were. They were such a contrast to Ashley's. Her orbs were very full, and a creamy shade of white, with large strawberry colored nipples right in the middle. I continued to finger her with one hand, while the other slid under her body and around to the breasts. I started groping it while Jill replaced the hand on my cock. She pumped on it vigorously, making me hard again. I continued sucking on her neck and ear while my fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. She was getting wet, and I was eager to enter her. I lifted her leg slightly, and she aligned my cock with her opening. It was my first time going in from behind, and it took a few tries to get it right.

Finally, I got lined up and my shaft slid in easily. Jill gasped with delight. She rolled onto her stomach, and I moved with her without taking my cock out. She positioned herself on all fours, with me behind her. I continued to fondle her breast with one hand, while the other tickled her clit. Then I started to fuck her.

There seemed to be less friction this time, and I easily slid in and out, building up momentum quickly. Jill was noticeably louder as she began to pant and moan. The big bed started to rock back and forth and make creaking sounds with every thrust. "Oh that feels so good," Jill panted. She reached back and grasped the hand I had on her clit. She moved it around slightly, and when I touched her again, she went wild. Jill squealed with delight and I could tell she was cumming. Her vagina seemed to be milking my dick as it clenched tighter for a few seconds. Jill's body tensed up and froze while I continued to enter her. When it was over, she looked back and smiled at me. Then she started pushing back with her hips. She urged my cock deeper inside, and I started fucking her hard. Along with the creaking bed, the headboard was now slamming against the wall. For several minutes, it would make a constant bang, like the sound of driving a nail. Then we would reach a frenzy, and for several seconds the banging would increase to rapid machine gun fire. Then back to the hammer. Jill's breasts swayed back and forth as I penetrated her again and again.

The sights were very similar to my fantasies, but I had never dreamt about the sounds, and the smell. There was still the lingering smell of incense. It mixed with the strong scent of Jill's sex, and the familiar odor of her perfume. There was also the smell of perspiration. All of the smells mingled together and left a strong imprint on my mind that would always associate with fucking Jill. The sounds also were recorded in my memory as I built towards an orgasm. We were both breathing heavy and moaning. Jill was panting, squealing, and talking in a somewhat husky voice. The bed continued to creak, the music played in the background, and the headboard crashed into the wall repeatedly. With each entry, I heard the wet sounds of her pussy, and the slapping of our bare flesh.

To me, it was much better than any fantasy, or anything I'd seen in some skin flick. I started fucking harder, and the headboard once again sounded like a machine gun. Jill was close again, and so was I.

"Show me the spot," I said, and she took my hand again and guided it to her special place. I waited for her moaning to reach a feverish pitch, and then I touched her again, and she seemed to explode. Jill's body went out of control and she bucked and swerved against my rod. My cock jumped, and I sent my seed inside of her in a hot rush. We kept fucking, both of us shouting out our orgasms. This time when we were through, we collapsed in a pile, both of us sweating and panting. We kept kissing and fondling each other for several seconds. Eventually, we cooled down a little and both dozed off.

I woke up to the sounds of Jill moving around the room. She had tidied up her dirty laundry, and still held the white blouse in her hand. She was wearing the button down top to a pair of navy blue flannel pajamas. I hung down just past her ass, and I could see a bit of her lavender cotton panties when she bent over. She looked at me as I sat up. "I didn't mean to wake you," she said. I commented on her clothes. "I felt funny walking around naked. Are you hungry?" I looked at the clock and saw it was after 8 p.m. I put on some clean boxers and we went downstairs. Jill took the cum-stained blouse and the bed sheets and put them in the washer. I offered to help her with dinner, but she wouldn't let me. I told her at least not to go through much trouble, so she just prepared a frozen pizza.

We didn't say much while we ate. The atmosphere between us was now different. Before, there had always been an underlying sexual tension, and now it was gone. We were relaxed, and very comfortable with each other. We finished eating, and Jill cleaned up the dishes, again refusing any help from me.

"I feel a little nasty," she said as we went upstairs. "I'm dirty and sticky. I think I'll take a shower." She told me I could watch TV in her room while she bathed. I sat down and I heard her turn the water on so it could heat up. I didn't take long for the idea to jump into my head. I turned off the television, and found the bathroom door unlocked. I dropped my underwear and went in.

Jill was standing next to standing room only shower. She had let her ponytail down, and was brushing out her hair. She turned and looked at me with surprise, then her eyes moved down to my erection. It was obvious she understood my intention.

We came together without saying a word. I kissed her strongly and pressed her body against the glass shower door. Steam was starting to rise out of the cubicle. I nimbly opened the buttons on her flannel shirt, revealing her gorgeous breasts again. I pulled her to me and opened the shower door, then pushed her in frantically.

There wasn't much room, so we stood closely together kissing passionately while the steaming hot water cascaded over our bodies. I started kissing her neck, and slowly descended downward. I ran my tongue around her neck, flicking at her left nipple, and then her right. I sucked on the side of her right tit, knowing it would leave another hickey. Jill leaned back against the wall, and water ran down her body, dripping from her breasts. Her blonde hair was soaked, and I thought it to be a very sensual look. I slid my tongue down her stomach, and found her navel. I swirled around it several times, and Jill responded favorably. When she was through, I continued licking until she grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. "Fuck me now," she said.

"What?" I was shocked. Jill had never used the F-word in my presence.

"Now," she said. "Fuck me now."

I turned Jill so her back was to me. She placed her hands on the wall and stuck her ass outwards. I lined up my dick and slipped right into her vagina. It was even hotter than usual. The shower water seemed to be washing away some of the lubrication, so it was a little rough at first. There was a lot more friction, and I knew I would come quickly. Jill was already panting heavily, so I didn't waste any time. I started fucking her hard Our flesh slapped together while the steam heated up our bodies. Jill was nearly screaming her delight now. She was getting close to cumming when I shot my load. My hot jizz sprayed inside her, and I reached around to fondle her favorite spot. She climaxed immediately. The two of us stood there in the shower, pressed against the wall, cumming for several seconds. My knees were so weak, I thought I would fall down.

After that, we actually did clean the cum and sweat off or each other's body. We dried off, and Jill put her night shirt back on with a new pair of panties. We watched television for a while before going to bed and making love for the fourth time that day. It was not as intense as the other times, but it was still incredible. Afterwards, we both slept like babies until morning. We woke up sore, but happy.

Monday: I laid in the bed watching Jill dress for school. She put on plain white panties and a matching bra, along with a light pink skirt and a pullover sweater that was a darker shade of pink. She was only dressed for 15 minutes before I had her stripped down and between the sheets again. We fucked twice before leaving for school, and barely made it there on time. We didn't have the same first period, so we went our separate ways at the door. As I sat in my class, I relived the event of the weekend in my head. My time with Ashley had been fun, but it didn't compare to the pleasure I had gotten by being with Jill. Ashley and I had a physical connection, but Jill and I shared so much more. I resolved to myself that I would be totally honest with Jill in the future, and that I was through with Ashley for good.

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"I can't wait to ravish your body," I said.

"Well you have to," Jill replied with a smile. "At least for another hour you do."

I pressed her firmly against the edge of the open locker, letting her feel the hard on behind my zipper. We were mostly hidden from view, and I stole a quick kiss. Jill's white, sleeveless blouse was fairly thin, and I could see the imprint of her hardening nipple. I reached up and rubbed it through the soft silk. My other hand crept up her thigh and beneath her suede skirt. She responded by sliding her hand between my legs and pressing against my cock. We kissed again, and I was forgetting where we were until Jill pulled away.

"Come on," she said. "We have to get to Spanish." She kissed my cheek and gave my erection one last squeeze before pushing me away. Jill turned and walked down the hallway. I waited for the bulge in my pants to relax a little before following her.

"Fuck Spanish," I muttered to myself as I walked down the hall. I would have been perfectly content to ditch class and have an extra hour to spend fucking my girlfriend. Unfortunately, I knew she wouldn't be up for that. "At least we won't be doing anything in class," I thought to myself. It was the first Friday of the month, and our teacher always had us watch some Mexican soap opera on first Friday's. She thought it was a good way for us to learn from native speakers, as well as track our progress over the last month. Most students in the class couldn't understand any of the show, but I was actually starting to understand it from month to month.

I got to class just as the tardy bell rang. Jill was already at her desk in the back of the room, and I took a seat next to her. My cock was still swollen in my pants, and I could feel a case of blue balls coming on—something I hadn't dealt with much recently.

"Como esta?" Jill asked playfully.

"I'm fucking horny, you tease." I answered. Jill giggled at my response.

"La profesora" wheeled out a cart with the television and VCR. She hit play and dimmed the lights, and the class settled in for an hour of Mexican melodrama that most of them didn't even understand.

Not five minutes had passed before I felt Jill's hand under the desk, creeping up my thigh. I almost jumped out of my seat. "This is new!" I thought. Our relationship had certainly changed since that fateful summer day when I had bumped into Jill in the book store and asked her out for the first time. I glanced anxiously around the room. Mrs. Diaz was busy doing paperwork at her desk. Some of the students were watching the television program, but most seemed to be zoning out or drifting off to sleep. I looked over at Jill, and she winked at me. Her hand continued to climb until it rested firmly on my crotch.

Instantly, I was rock hard. I was wearing a pair of khaki pants, and as she ran her fingers along the length of my cock, bolts of electricity shot through my body. I kept glancing around the room, scared someone would notice, but everyone was in their own little world. Jill drug her fingers up and down from base to shaft, teasing my prick. She had learned just how to push my buttons. I gasped involuntarily. Jill's eyes got big and she quickly put a finger to her lips, telling me to keep quiet.

I calmed down, and Jill started stroking my shaft again. She would slide her hand up it's length, and then give the head a firm squeeze. She repeated it over and over. Every time I got a little too excited, she would stop and give me an evil glare. The class was 50 minutes long, and Jill kept me at the edge for nearly 40 of those minutes. As time wound down, I was so horny I couldn't move. I had my head on my desk, and I was chewing on the straps of my book bag to keep my breathing under control. Jill suddenly switched her technique and focused only on the head of my cock. She had jerked me off enough times to know exactly what to do. She pressed firmly on the tip of my cock and jiggled her hand back and forth rapidly. I felt my cock twitch, and seconds later I was spraying in my pants. I bit down hard on the strap of my book bag and narrowly avoided screaming out. Afterwards, I lay there with my head down, waiting for the last few moments of class to pass. When the bell rang, I used a notebook to shield the stain in my pants as Jill and I made a bee line for the parking lot.

Ten minutes later, Jill had turned off the old dirt road and parked her car behind the dilapidated barn. Nearly six months had passed since the first time we made love, and neither of us had grown tired of it. It was the most constant thing in a relationship that was starting to have problems. Jill was never wild or kinky, but she was a creative lover with a voracious appetite. When the two of us were alone, he good girl image quickly went down the drain.

After our first night together, we had made love any time we got the chance. For the first few weeks, it hadn't always been easy to find the time or a place to go. Then Jill's dad had given her the SUV for an early Christmas present. We had discovered the old barn a week later, and had taken advantage of our secret location ever since. We'd been going there at the end of every school day for nearly four months.

Jill opened the windows and let the spring air into the vehicle while I put the back seat down, giving us room to lay down. Jill joined me in the back of the Jeep. We started kissing passionately as I opened her blouse. Her bra was white satin. It was the same one she had bought for our first night together. It had only been six months, but sometimes it seemed like a different lifetime. On that night, I had promised her I would never leave, and I had promised myself I would be faithful to my girlfriend. For six months, I had kept those promises, but it was starting to get harder.

I pushed Jill's blouse off her shoulders and unclasped her bra. I flung it aside, allowing her tits to swing freely—a sight I never tired of. Jill was just as busy removing my clothing. She anxiously removed my shirt and cum stained pants. She started climbing on me, and we made out feverishly. As usual, we were burning for each other. I reached under her skirt and slid her panties off, while her hand found my cock once again.

I slid my fingers around the lips of her freshly shaved pussy. I pulled at them gently, and pinched her clitoris. One finger found its way into her opening, quickly followed by a second. I slid them in and out rhythmically.

"Take me," Jill panted. "I'm so ready for you."

She rolled onto her hands and knees, and I positioned myself behind her. We rotated through several positions in our love making, but we always came back to doggie style. Jill was very much in control of most things in her life, but she liked to relinquish that control during sex.

I pushed the suede skirt up so I could see her perfect ass. The tip of my cock was at her entrance, and I plunged forward. Her pussy made a soft slurping sound as it sucked me in. Jill arched her back and pushed her ass towards me, burying my cock to its hilt. We started fucking without hesitation. My long dick pulled out, glistening with her juices, then it slipped back into her hot cunt.

"Oh yes," Jill moaned, as she took me deeper. I started fucking her harder, enjoying the sound of our flesh slapping together and the sight of her big breasts jostling about. I placed one hand on her swollen clit, and wrapped the other in her blond pony tail and pulled her head back.

"Yes," she panted. "Yes, you own me. You fucking own me." I started pumping faster. Jill's squealing was out of control. If someone happened to be in the area, they would easily hear her voice carrying out the open windows. The thought made me even hotter, and I shifted into top gear. I felt the familiar clench of Jill's sex. Her breathing seemed to stop, and every muscle froze, and a few seconds later she was cumming. I responded with an orgasm of my own as I jettisoned my hot cum inside of her. The two of us collapsed in a naked heap as we struggled to catch our breath.

A few minutes later, we were dressed and in the front of the car again. Jill turned the engine and pulled back out onto the gravel road. This was the time of day when things usually took a turn for the worse. Lately, our post-coital discussions had been more like arguments.

"So," I started, "Have you given any more thought to the party tonight?"

"I told you before, I don't want to go to that," she said.

The party was going to be a good one. Mikey Hammond's parent's were going out of town for the weekend, and he was throwing a keg party at their house. He was another rich kid who lived just up the golf course from Jill inside the local country club. Even though I had stopped fucking my neighbor Ashley, my old friendship with her had resurfaced, and as a result, I was starting to get invited to the good parties. The problem was that Jill never wanted to go.

"Jill, why not?" I asked. "It's just a party."

"Because I don't want to be around all that. There will be people drinking, and smoking, and using drugs and having sex everywhere, and I don't want to be around it."

"Just because other people are drinking doesn't mean you have to," I said. "And we just finished having sex ten minutes ago." I had been getting tired of her excuses for the last couple of months.

"What we did was in private, and we are in a relationship together. I don't want to be around all the exhibitionism and promiscuity. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Why don't you just go with Trey and Cameron?"

"Because," I answered, "Trey and Cameron are not by girlfriends. I probably will go with Trey though, and Cammie is going with a date." Trey, Cameron and I had grown up together and been good friends for years. "You never want to talk about anything anymore, Jill. All you do is bitch and moan."

"Well you didn't mind my moaning when we were in the back of car, did you?" she asked.

I didn't bother to answer her. It seemed like every day we were following the same routine. We got along great for several hours, we had sex, and then we argued. Every once in a while we would go for several days without an argument, but the pattern always seemed to come back. Almost any reason was an excuse to get at one another's throats. Sometime, we didn't even need a reason. The problem was, it wasn't one big thing driving us apart. It was a combination of little things, basically caused by our diverging paths. Jill was a rich girl with a conservative viewpoint, whose main focus was on succeeding in the classroom as opposed to the social scene. On the other hand, I was middle class with radical viewpoints and I had tasted popularity, and I was hungry for more. Jill wanted to spend quite evenings watching movies, or going out to dinner, which was fine with me most of the time. But I also wanted to go to parties, and drink beer, and raise a little hell from time to time. The longer we had been together, the more our individual personalities had developed, and it had caused the relationship to suffer. I still loved her, but it felt like the only time we got along for real was during sex.

We were silent for a while before Jill piped up. "My mom thinks you need to get a hair cut." I had been letting my dark hair grow, and it was starting to cover my ears.

"I didn't realize I was dating your mother," I said.

"Well," she responded. "It wouldn't hurt to try and please her. She thinks you look scruffy."

"I think she can suck my dick," I said without thinking. Accepting criticism from Ma Starks was not my idea of a good time. Jill was noticeably disturbed. "Look," I said. "We're close enough to my house. Why don't you just drop me off here. I was going to Trey's anyway."

She pulled the car over to the curb. "I'll call you tomorrow," I said.

"Don't drink too much or do anything stupid," she responded. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you, too" she said.

I got out of the car and Jill pulled away and drove off. I could still feel my blood boiling with rage, but I also felt depression and guilt. I walked the two blocks to Trey's house. I got there in time to eat dinner with his family, then the two of us went upstairs to his room. He had a pack of cigarettes stashed away, and we sat smoking with our heads hanging out the window. I told him about the argument with Jill.

"Dude," Trey began, "You should dump her. How many arguments is that this week?"

"Three," I said.

"It's time to admit it's not going to work and move on," he said.

"But I love her."

"You lover her, or you love having sex with her?" he asked.

"Well, both," I said.

"Time to move on," he repeated.

Cameron and her boyfriend, Brent Giles, were giving us a ride to the party. Trey had a half empty bottle of tequila hidden in his closet that he had procured a few months back. By the time our ride arrived, the two of us were warmed up for the party.

We got to the party around 9, and I spent the first part of the evening pounding as much alcohol as I could. I mingled with the crowd, greeting classmates, alumni, and people from other local schools. It reminded me of my first big party with Ashley. I hadn't really known anyone. Now, most of the people around were at least casual acquaintances, and some I considered friends. Lana Marsden fell into the friend group.

I bumped into her about halfway through the evening. She looked gorgeous, as usual, and more than a little bit drunk. Her boyfriend Mikey was the party's host, and the two of them had been drinking with friends since school let out.

"Hello, Chemistry partner," she slurred as she threw her arms around my neck. Lana and I were in the same chemistry class. Our professor had assigned lab partners at the beginning of they year using the class roll, and since our last names were next to each other, the two of us were partners. Over the last month, we had been spending a lot of time together working on a science project for the class.

Lana hugged me tightly and laid a solid kiss on my cheek as a greeting. She was wearing a light blue tank top and a pair of tight black pants that hugged her skinny ass. She was a very attractive, free spirited girl whose family had moved to the US from Australia two years earlier. At five foot ten, she was tall for a girl, and she had big blue eyes, and long strawberry blonde hair. Lana was slender with long legs and an athletic build. She was also a cheerleader, and a close friend of Ashley's. Her outgoing, vivacious personality had caused me to develop a small crush on her over the last month. We were both in serious relationships, so I had not acted on my impulse, but the crush didn't help things in my deteriorating relationship with Jill.

"So," she said drunkenly, "Are we going to work on some science tomorrow, Chemistry Partner?" Our project was due in a few days, and we had planned to meet early Saturday morning.

"Yeah, I guess we have to." I replied.

"Good," she said in her thick accent. "I like spending time with you. I have fun. It's nice to be around someone with a brain every now and then." She nodded across the room at her boyfriend. "Some people aren't able to discuss anything other than football." She squeezed my ass firmly and walked off.

I was a little confused by the situation, and started to follow her when Cameron came up to me.

"Hey honey," I said. "What happened to your date?"

"I sent him off to play with the other boys for a while," she said. "Trey told me about your problems with Jill. Why don't we go outside?"

The two of us walked out to the patio and sat down by the pool. Even though it was spring, the air was still chilly at night, and no one was swimming. I shared the details of the argument with my best friend.

Cameron sat listening quietly. "What a bitch," she said finally.

"You don't think it's partially my fault?" I asked.

"Hey," she said, "Did you refuse to go to her parents fancy dinner party? Or their ritzy New Years Eve thing?" I told her I hadn't. "Then why can't Jill do something that you want to do?" she asked. "Is it so much to ask for her highness to come down from her ice castle and walk among the common people?" I sat silently. "I haven't said anything, because I knew you liked this girl a lot, but I've never liked her. She's not right for you. She's stuck up, she's snobby, and she's introverted."

"And who is right for me?" I asked. I knew Cameron was probably right, but I was still angry about it. "You?"

"No," she said with a giggle. "I don't think that will ever happen. You just need a more outgoing girl, who doesn't mind spending time with your friends. Someone like Ashley, but not so slutty. I love her to death, but she's probably fucked half the football team."

"You know what," I said angrily. "I think you and Trey should mind your own fucking business. You've never been in a serious relationship. He was with Sharon Parker for a few months, and then she dumped him. And she's probably slept with the entire football team since, not just half." Cameron sat quietly while I vented. The two of us had been friends long enough to have several fights, and she knew I was just frustrated, and not angry with her.

"Honey, we just want what's best for you," she said finally.

"Well, I think I can figure that out on my own," I said. I turned and left the party. I stumbled out onto the golf course and over to Jill's house. It was late, but the light was still on in her bedroom window. I thought about getting her attention, then decided against it. I had been drinking, and that would only lead to another argument. I stumbled off towards home. It was a lengthy walk, but I needed the time to clear my head and sober up a little. I was exhausted when I finally got there, and I went straight to bed. te?"

"I sent him off to play with the other boys for a while," she said. "Trey told me about your problems with Jill. Why don't we go outside?"

The two of us walked out to the patio and sat down by the pool. Even though it was spring, the air was still chilly at night, and no one was swimming. I shared the details of the argument with my best friend.

Cameron sat listening quietly. "What a bitch," she said finally.

"You don't think it's partially my fault?" I asked.

"Hey," she said, "Did you refuse to go to her parents fancy dinner party? Or their ritzy New Years Eve thing?" I told her I hadn't. "Then why can't Jill do something that you want to do?" she asked. "Is it so much to ask for her highness to come down from her ice castle and walk among the common people?" I sat silently. "I haven't said anything, because I knew you liked this girl a lot, but I've never liked her. She's not right for you. She's stuck up, she's snobby, and she's introverted."

"And who is right for me?" I asked. I knew Cameron was probably right, but I was still angry about it. "You?"

"No," she said with a giggle. "I don't think that will ever happen. You just need a more outgoing girl, who doesn't mind spending time with your friends. Someone like Ashley, but not so slutty. I love her to death, but she's probably fucked half the football team."

"You know what," I said angrily. "I think you and Trey should mind your own fucking business. You've never been in a serious relationship. He was with Sharon Parker for a few months, and then she dumped him. And she's probably slept with the entire football team since, not just half." Cameron sat quietly while I vented. The two of us had been friends long enough to have several fights, and she knew I was just frustrated, and not angry with her.

"Honey, we just want what's best for you," she said finally.

"Well, I think I can figure that out on my own," I said. I turned and left the party. I stumbled out onto the golf course and over to Jill's house. It was late, but the light was still on in her bedroom window. I thought about getting her attention, then decided against it. I had been drinking, and that would only lead to another argument. I stumbled off towards home. It was a lengthy walk, but I needed the time to clear my head and sober up a little. I was exhausted when I finally got there, and I went straight to bed.

I woke up the next morning bright and early. I felt a little bit nauseous, but otherwise there were no adverse effects from the previous night's drinking. I had time to shower and grab some breakfast before Lana picked me up to work on the project. We were working at her house because she had a large desk and a computer in her bedroom. At my house, the family computer was in a common area, and we were constantly getting interrupted. Lana rang the doorbell of my house just after I finished cleaning my dishes. I opened the door and greeted her. She was wearing a plain white V-neck t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she looked great. I told my parents I was leaving, and we drove over to her house. Her parents greeted us when we arrived, then we went upstairs to work on our science project.

"So are you ready to learn more about how pollution causes acid rain?" she asked after we got settle in.

"Oh yes," I replied. "Nothing gives me a hard on quicker than studying science."

"I bet I could," she said with a suggestive wink. I just laughed. No matter how boring the project got, the two of us always had fun together. Lana was flirtatious and funny with a great personality. She was very easy to talk to, and hard to offend. She was the first Australian I had ever met, and she fit the Hollywood stereotype perfectly. Her mother also seemed very liberal. Her father was American, and acted more like the typical parent. He had even had reservations about letting the two of us work in her bedroom. Lana had convinced him that he should be worrying more about what she does with her boyfriend instead of me.

After a little more joking around and harmless flirting, we got to work. By early afternoon we had made a significant dent in the project and decided to take a break. We got a couple of sandwiches from the kitchen, then sat on her bed watching the Braves game on TBS.

We sat chatting for a while after our meal. "Were you hung over this morning? You seemed pretty drunk last night." I asked.

"No, not really," she said. "I think drinking is in my blood. It's part of being Australian. I wasn't that drunk last night."

"Then why did you pinch my ass?" I asked.

"I did not," she said. I assured her that she had. "Well," she said with a shrug. "It's not a bad bum." She slapped me firmly on the rump.

"Neither is yours" I said, and reached for her butt. It was very firm compared to Jill's and I left my hand there a little too long.

"What are you doing?" she asked?

"I'm not sure," I answered. I softly squeezed her cheek again. Her blue eyes were gazing at me intently.

"You shouldn't do that," she said softly. "I might not like it."

I continued to rub her tight butt. "I think you like it just fine." I wasn't thinking at all about my actions, or the possible consequences. Lana moved closer to me on the bed.

"I think you're right," she said.

She crawled towards me on the bed, while I kept squeezing her ass. She leaned forward and kissed me softly. We both gazed at each other wide eyed. Her t-shirt hung down, and I could see her white bra and small perky tits. Our lips parted after a few seconds. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," she said.

"So have I," I confessed. I wrapped my arm around her back and moved her so she was straddling me. We kissed again and I rubbed my hand along her back and ass. She pushed me until I was laying back on the bed, with her on top. We continued to kiss. She unclipped her hair and I ran my fingers through it, combing it out. "You are so fucking sexy, Lana," I said.

I started gyrating my hips, grinding up into her crotch. Lana moaned softly, and untucked her t-shift from her jeans. In one quick motion, she pulled it over her head and cast it to the floor. I could see her hard little nipples through the white bra. I grabbed her body and rolled her onto her back so that I was on top. Once again I started to grind my crotch into her. I put on a hand on her breast and started to fondle it while she ran her fingers through my shaggy hair. We kissed hard, and when I came up for air she spoke.

"There's a condom in my purse," she said nodding across the room.

I got up rapidly and walked over to the desk. I opened her purse to find the rubber. "I don't need one of these with Jill," I thought to myself. Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit me. I froze up and just stood there.

"What's a matter?" Lana asked. "Can't you find it?"

"We can't do this," I said. I reached for a chair and sat down hard.

"Well why the fuck not?" she asked. "I was right when I said I could give you a hard on this morning. I felt it down there. Don't worry about my parents, they never come up here."

"It's not that," I said. "I have a girlfriend. You have a boyfriend. We can't do this to them."

"If it makes you feel better, Mikey and I haven't been getting along so well," she said.

"But do you want to betray him?"

She seemed to think for a second. "No, I guess not" she said finally. She didn't look happy about the decision. I didn't feel much better. She grabbed for her t-shirt. "C'mon," she said. "I'll give you a ride home. We can finish this tomorrow."

"You know what," I said. "I think I'll just walk. I need to clear my head."

I said goodbye and left. Lana's family lived close to the country club, and I headed in that direction. Ten minutes later, I stood at Jill's front door. She answered the bell when I rang. Jill was dressed casually in a light blue fitted t-shirt, and black pleated skirt with little blue flowers on it. We decided to go for a walk, and headed off along the cart path on the golf course.

I had intended to confess everything to her, but almost instantly we were arguing about my hair again. By the time we reached the bathhouse at the sixth tee, we were nearly shouting at each other.

"Why do we always have to do this?" I demanded. "Why do we always have to argue?"

"I don't know," Jill said. "I promised myself I wouldn't argue with you the next time we talked." Tears were welling up in her eyes, and started to run down her face. I pulled her to me tightly. "What's happening to us?" she sobbed. I held her tightly, and started to kiss away the tears on her cheeks.

She looked up at me, and our lips met, and suddenly our anger was turning to lust. I pushed her up against the brick wall of the bathhouse, and kissed her firmly. My cock was instantly hard in my pants. I slipped a hand under her skirt, and started to rub along her smooth satin panties. A couple of guys on a golf cart drove by.

"Get a room," one of them muttered.

"Yeah, fuck her," the other one shouted.

The two of us hardly noticed.

"Where can we go?" Jill panted. I didn't have to ask what she meant. The look in her eyes told me what she wanted. I glanced around desperately. There was a thick grove of trees about 100 feet away. I took Jill's hand and led her in that direction. We worked our way through the brush to the center of the grove. We weren't completely out of sight, but as long as no one was looking for us, I thought we would be fine.

"Here?" Jill asked. I nodded. "This is kind of exciting," she said. "What if we get caught."

"I think it's worth the risk," I answered while dropping my pants.

Jill pulled off her t-shirt and hung it on a tree. "It would be hard to explain a dirty back to my parents" she explained. She was wearing a shiny silver bra, and her hard nipples were poking through. I slid my boxers down around my ankles while Jill got out of her skirt. Her panties were bikinis that matched the bra. I dragged my fingers between her legs and noticed that the material was soaked.

The two of us dropped to the ground. I pushed the gusset of the panties aside, revealing Jill's shaved pussy. The pink lips were open, and her clit was swollen. I lined my cock up and entered her. Jill laid on her back with her legs over my shoulders as we started to fuck. We had never messed around in such a risky place, and I was incredibly turned on. Her tits swayed back and forth enchantingly in the bra as I drove into her repeatedly. Jill was obviously very excited, and she came almost immediately, soaking my cock with her juices.

I started fucking with a renewed fervor, quickly sliding my long cock in and out of her wet hole. Jill placed a hand on her clit and started to rub it while I fucked her. We were going good when I heard a strange thud. I looked around and didn't see anything, so I kept fucking. Jill was grunting like a porn star now. I had her legs at a 90 degree angle to the rest of her body as I continued to stroke her.

"I'm going to cum again," she moaned. I was getting close too when I realized what the thud had been. About 20 feet away from the trees, a group of golfers walked up. One of their balls had landed not far from us. They stood discussing which club would be best, and I could see and hear them clearly. Meanwhile, Jill was getting louder as she approached an orgasm. She was completely oblivious to our guests. I pushed my hand down over her mouth and started fucking harder, hoping the guys wouldn't look our way.

As usual, the sense of losing control was a big turn on for Jill, and she started forcing her hips back into mine. I stared at the golfers as I continued to fuck my girlfriend. Even with her mouth covered, her moans were getting loud. Jill was starting to nibble on my fingers. I suddenly forgot about the golfers. I reached down and pulled on Jill's bra, revealing her luscious tits. I massaged her nipple, and sped up my rhythm, while my hand still covered her mouth. I could tell she was close as I stroked her nipple with my thumb. Her hand was still on her clit, and she was rubbing it faster.

She started moaning harder, and I knew she was close to cumming. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and her motion froze. Jill squealed into my hand and closed her eyes. Once again, I felt my cock getting drenched. I looked down at her, and suddenly I was looking at Lana instead of Jill. I started thrusting my hips harder, giving her everything I had. Jill pulled me tighter to her, but in my mind it was Lana's arms. I exploded in a fury. It was the biggest orgasm for me in weeks, and I felt my self shoot several large blasts up inside of Jill. When it was over, I stayed in her, trying to catch my breath. I looked up, and the golfers were long gone. The two of us laid among the trees talking for a while before finally getting dressed and walking back as the sun set. We went inside and watched a movie, and almost made it through the evening without arguing. At the end of the night, we sat watching the late news, and the president came on TV. We had very different opinions of our nations leader, and that sparked a fight between us. I was furious with her by the time I stormed out and started the walk home. It took a long time to get to sleep that night.

On Sunday morning, I got up early again. After a good nights sleep, I wasn't as angry with Jill, and I told myself I would call her after I got done with the project. Maybe we could go out for dinner, or at least another walk on the golf course. Thinking about our act of pseudo-exhibitionism was a real turn on.

I took a shower and ate some breakfast, and 30 minutes later Lana picked me up again. Her hair was up in a bun, and she was wearing a short black dress with buttons up the front and short sleeves. It had small flowers printed on it. It was a lot dressier than the t-shirt and jeans she had worn the day before, and I wondered if she was trying to make an impression on me.

We drove to her house and once again settle in to work on our project. Neither of us brought up the previous day's events. We were close to finished with our paper, and Lana dove right in. I tried to help, but my mind kept drifting off. I kept thinking of the way I had pictured Lana while fucking Jill. My pants were getting uncomfortably tight and I sat with a book in my lap so Lana wouldn't notice.

Dirty fantasies kept flying through my head. I pictured myself screwing Lana in the trees, while golfers gathered around to watch. I remembered how excited she had gotten me on her bed less than 24 hours earlier. I dreamt about sliding my hand up under her dress, and slowly rubbing against her vagina. I must have been out of it a while, because I suddenly noticed that Lana was looking at me strangely.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked in her thick accent.

"Nothing. I just zoned out a bit," I said. She was starting back to work when a question popped out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Did you go out with Mikey last night?"

"Yes," she answered. I could tell she was a little uncomfortable. "What about you?" she asked. "Did you go out with Jill?"

"Yes," I answered. "So, did you tell him about yesterday?"

"No, of course not," she answered. "Otherwise, you would probably be dead. Did you tell your girlfriend?" I told her I hadn't. "Good. I mean, it's not like we did anything wrong. We stopped ourselves just in time. We were just fooling around."

"I guess you're right," I said.

"Yes, I am" she answered. She went back to working on the paper. It was finished, except for the proofreading. After a few seconds, she looked back over at me. "In fact, I think that if we were to kiss again, we still wouldn't be doing anything wrong."

I didn't know what to say. I sat silently for a few moments before responding. "I don't know if that's entirely true, Lana."

"I think it is," she said. "If it were just kissing, and we kept our clothes on." I told her I still wasn't sure. "Look," she said. "I've had this silly little school girl crush on you for a few months. It started a little while after your fling with Ashley." I had always assumed that she knew about my affair with Ashley, but this was the first time my assumption had been confirmed. I wonder how many other people knew. I had only told Trey and Cameron.

She continued speaking. "Now, I've been telling myself that it's just a crush, and nothing worth ruining my relationship over, but for some reason, it is still nagging me. My theory is that if we make out for a little while, I'll see there is no spark between us, and that will end the crush, and then I can get on with my life. It would just be kissing. It's not as if you would really be cheating on her like you did with Ashley."

I still didn't know what to say. I tried to convince myself that her logic didn't really make sense, but it wasn't working. I'd had a crush on Lana for several months as well, and maybe this was the way to put it behind me, so I could concentrate on fixing things with Jill. Before I had time to answer, Lana leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine. She was wearing a raspberry scented lotion, and I was very aroused by it. I returned her kiss instinctively. After a few minutes of kissing, we decided to move to the bed.

"Remember," Lana said. "We are just making out."

I nodded in agreement and rolled onto my back. Lana mounted me, and our lips met. The material of her dress was soft and silky, and my arms slid along it easily as I embraced her. Lana was a phenomenal kisser. She sucked on my lips gently, and her tongue played around in my mouth. Every once in a while, she would gently nip me with her teeth. Between her sensual kissing and the raspberry scent, I was rock hard in seconds. We were motionless, except for the kissing, for nearly half an hour. It had been over 6 months since I had kissed for that long without clothes coming off. I was extremely aware of Lana's weight against my throbbing cock, but I resisted the urge to grind against her. I didn't want to do anything to end our make out session. It was incredibly obvious to me that there was a spark between us, and I think Lana sensed that as well.

After a while, I felt adventurous, so I slowly slid my hand along her ass. The material of her dress was almost frictionless as I circled my hand across her cheeks. I moved my other hand to her chest, and started to rub against her small breast. Lana looked at me with surprise?

"Petting is allowed, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes. I think that is part of making out," she answered.

I continued to massage her butt and fondle her breast. Lana slid her hand down and started rubbing my cock through my soft khaki shorts. I groaned my delight, and I opened the top few buttons of her dress without thinking about it. She had on a lacy black slip, and I began to fondle her breast again through the thin material. Her nipples were small, but they were harder than rocks. I rubbed them briskly, and my hand crept under her skirt.

Her panties were made of rough lace, and I rubbed my fingers against them, feeling the outline of her pussy. I could feel the heat and dampness between her legs. Lana gasped slightly, and her hand moved faster on my cock. She seemed to have a magical touch. It was different from anything I'd ever felt. Lana stopped kissing me and started nibbling on my earlobe. The sensation was amazing, and I was suddenly unable to think clearly. I tried to concentrate on her breast and pussy, but my mind was spinning. Her teeth tugged at my ear gently, while her hand pulled firmly on my dick. My heart rate and breathing increased, and I felt the telltale tingling in my scrotum. My cock jerked a few times, and suddenly I was cumming. Lana was extremely aware of what was happening, and she continued to tug my cock and bite my ear. My cock spasmed a dozen times while I filled my pants with jizz. My breathing relaxed, and Lana slowly stopped rubbing my rod. For a moment, she released my cock from her lips. "That feels so good," she panted. "Mikey never does that for me. He thinks oral sex is for kinky perverts. He doesn't even let me blow him."

"I think Mikey is missing out on a lot of fun," I said. Lana giggled and started licking my shaft again. Her tongue was hot and felt incredibly. I started to nibble softly around her cunt, pulling on the lips and then the clit. Lana moaned with delight. Her body started to shake. Even though the signs were different than Jill's, I knew she was getting ready to cum. Lana moaned louder, and tried to say something, but my dick was still in her mouth. I pulled on her clit with my teeth, and that was all it took. Her body shuddered and her pussy contracted. She cried into my dick like it was a microphone.

When it was done, she stopped sucking me for a minute. "Holy shit that felt good," she said. Her purse was on the bedside table, and she reached for it. She dug around inside and produced a Trojan. She tore open the wrapper.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Are you telling me you don't want to fuck?" she asked. "Who are we kidding? This is more than a crush. I'm drawn to you, and I have been for months. I thought about you while I was fucking Mikey last night."

"I thought about you when I was with Jill," I said.

"Then what are we waiting for?" I didn't know. Part of me tried to resist my desire. I felt like I had to be loyal to Jill. In the end, that part lost.

"Let's do it," I said.

Lana quickly sheathed my cock. We started kissing, and she removed my shirt. I slid the straps of her slip off, and it slithered down her body. Her bra was made of black lace, and it clasped in the front. I unhooked it and threw it aside. The two of us sat there naked, staring at each other.

"You have a beautiful cock," she said. "Not as thick as Mikey, but much longer."

Like any man, I loved to be complemented on my manhood. "You've got a beautiful everything," I said. Lana was the type of girl that looked really great naked. She was so tall and slender, with soft curvy hips. Her breasts were small and perky, barely a B cup. The red thatch of hair between her legs was incredibly sexy.

Lana pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. She took my erection in her hand and impaled herself on it. I gasped. Even with the rubber, it still felt nice to enter her. Lana ran her fingers through her strawberry blonde hair as she started to ride me. The bed rocked back and forth slowly as we built up a rhythm.

"You feel so good in me," she moaned. I placed my hand on her hips and thrust up into her, burying my shaft inside her. Our bodies moved together like a well oiled machine, and I pistoned in and out of her hot pussy. For months, I had wanted to be with her, but I had denied my feelings. Now I knew she felt the same way. Our connection was much more than just a purely physical thing. Now we both understood why our individual relationships had been falling apart.

Lana swiveled her hips viciously, touching every part of her insides with my rod. She groaned loudly. I was partly afraid that her parents might here us, but I really didn't care. I slammed into her with all my power, and my cock started to spasm right along with her vagina. Lana moaned aloud as she hit another orgasm, and I shot my load. I could feel the condom filling up, and her juices running across my thighs as we came together. We held each other tight for several minutes afterwards, kissing like hungry lovers. Finally, Lana rolled to the side, and we both tried to catch our breath.

She spoke first after several minutes. "The paper is pretty much done," she said. "What do you say we go out and pick up another box of condoms, and find another way to spend the rest of the day."

I told her that sounded great. I knew I was breaking up with Jill the next time I saw her. I looked around the room for a trashcan, and when I didn't see one, I put the full rubber on the night stand. The two of us were still dressing when the door opened.

"Hey baby, I thought since you've been working so hard I would bring you guys some dinner." Mikey looked into the room and froze. I was standing on one side of the bed, buckling my pants. Lana was on the other side, wearing only panties and a bra. Mikey looked at the rumpled bed sheets, and then saw the used rubber on the table and his face turned bright red. "What the fuck?" he said.

He didn't wait for an answer. He charged at me hard. Lana screamed. I managed to scramble a little bit before the burley football player tackled me. I heard footsteps thudding up the stairs, and Lana's father burst into the room. He grabbed the disgruntled boyfriend and pulled him off. That when he was first able to assess the situation. His daughter in her underwear. Me without a shirt. The rumpled covers and the used condom. He controlled his anger better than Mikey, but he was equally displeased with the situation.

I didn't have to break up with Jill the next day. Once Mikey explained what a slut his ex-girlfriend was, news traveled pretty fast. Jill broke up with me. I felt a sense of rejection, but I wasn't really hurt. Jill cried a little, but they were token tears. She admitted that she wasn't too upset, because the relationship had been dead for several weeks.

Mikey had managed to give me a nice shiner, and combined with being dumped, that didn't make me feel so good. Still, neither of those things were the worst problem. Lana's father had raised hell about his daughter's actions. I knew I was very attracted to her, and I had hoped to start a relationship, but he had expressly forbidden it. He told her if he caught found out she was seeing me, he would send her to a boarding school. Lana told me that even though she was attracted to me, it wasn't worth the risk, and that's what hurt the most.

I spent the next few weeks sulking over the relationship lost, and the one I had lost before it even started. Fortunately, my friends were there to cheer me up, and by the beginning of summer, I was eager to play the field again.