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Leigh
- Part 3: Homework
by Joshua Gordon
joshuagordon78@hotmail.com
The
next day I couldn't get my mind off Leigh and what had happened
between us. I won't
pretend I was an innocent lad at that age, but I'd never done
something so spontaneous and completely erotic like that.
And I wanted more. I
caught myself looking at the clock every ten minutes until time to
leave, and then I was practically sprinting so I'd be sure not to
miss the bus and my next shot at a torrid afternoon with an
almost-stranger. As
it turned out, I was ten minutes early for the bus. When it arrived, I climbed aboard and promptly felt my
spirits plummet. Leigh
wasn't on the bus this afternoon.
My mind reasoned that she might be on a later one and I
should get off and wait for her, but I knew she wouldn't be along
that day. I took my
usual seat along the side of the bus and bided my time through the
ride. When we reached
Leigh's stop, I started to get off the bus and check her house,
but I managed to stay where I was.
If she'd wanted to find me again, she'd have known where to
look.
I
made the rest of the bus trip home in silent brooding,
disappointment and horniness vying for control in my mind.
God, I wanted sex, or at least a really good blowjob.
That previous afternoon, my romp with Leigh had spoiled me
to all things sexual, and I hungered for release.
But with no Leigh, I knew how the day would end up. I'd be at home, lying in bed, wanking away while I thought
about her slim body and long red hair engulfing me whole.
There
was a little red convertible in the driveway when I got home.
I didn't recognize it but assumed it would be a friend of
my parents'. I let
myself in the back door so I could avoid whomever they had over,
and I passed through the kitchen on the way to the stairs up to my
room. "Hey
there."
The
voice stopped me, and I looked back to see Claire at the kitchen
table, a bunch of papers and textbooks piled in front of her.
"Hey, you waiting for my sister?" I asked and walked over to the table.
"Yeah,
we've got a big project due tomorrow.
We were gonna work on it, but she hasn't gotten her lame
ass home yet."
"My
mom and dad at home?"
"Your
mom let me in, but they had to go meet somebody for dinner.
She said for me to tell you your dinner's in the
oven."
"Okay,
thanks." I stood
there dumbly, not wanting to go upstairs but not knowing what else
to say. Claire was a
friend of my sister's, and they were taking some summer classes at
the local community college.
"That a new car?"
I asked lamely.
She'd
looked back down at her homework but flicked her dark brown eyes
up at me. "Yeah,
my dad got it for my birthday.
You like it?"
"Definitely.
Take me for a ride sometime?"
I grinned.
"Don't
you wish?" She
grinned back, and her cheeks dimpled.
Her family was from somewhere in Europe-Greece, Italy,
somewhere around there-and her skin carried the characteristic
olive complexion. Her
hair was dark brown and currently hung with a strand blocking one
eye. She brushed it
away, still smiling at me.
"Yeah,
I guess I do," I replied after a brief hesitation.
We were both quiet then, and I said, "I'd better get
upstairs." I
headed up to my room then and shut the door behind me.
My
room was mid-sized, with a double bed in the center, the headboard
against the wall. I
pulled my shirt off and collapsed backwards onto the sheets, the
mattress creaking with my weight.
No Leigh, no sex, no good.
I sighed and unfastened my jeans, resigning myself to the
plight of most teenage boys my age. My cock was already hard when I pulled it out and began
stroking it. Remembering
what had happened with Leigh had given it the initial inspiration,
but seeing Claire downstairs had pushed it into the fantasy realm
of steely hardness. I could feel the veins along the sides, prominent under the
skin that was pulled tight along the shaft, and I stroked up and
down, occasionally wiping my hand over the top to bring some of
the seeping precome down for lubrication.
"Hey,
you in there?"
My
hand froze in mid-stroke, and I sat up on the bed, stuffing my
erection back into my pants as quickly as I could.
"Yeah, one second."
I looked around frantically for my shirt, but it was
nowhere to be found. Probably
under the bed. I was
about to go for it when the door opened behind me.
"Um,"
Claire said, smiling at me. "And
shirtless to boot."
"I
was, uh, about to take a shower."
"Looks
like you were pretty excited about it, huh?" She said, coming the rest of the way in.
"Huh?
Oh, um." I sat on the edge of the bed, willing my hard cock not to
stand out like a barge pole.
"I
was coming up to see if your sis had said anything about when she
was gonna get home, but now I'm all curious."
She crossed the distance to stand in front of me, and her
fingers traced across my bare chest.
I held my breath and then realized she was looking at the
scratches. "Wild night?"
"Something
like that," I said.
She
looked at me meaningfully, and a hint of a smirk touched the
corner of her mouth. I
smiled back cautiously, thinking I recognized that look but not
sure. And then I felt
her hand sliding up my thigh. Our eyes were locked, and she didn't even look down when she
freed my cock from my jeans.
It had lost a lot of the hardness it had had before she'd
knocked at the door, so it was a bit fleshy and yielding in her
hand when she squeezed the base, right at the pubic hair.
Her hand felt cold around the heat of my cock, and her grip
was firm. I could feel the blood flowing back into it, enlarging it
again. My cock
twitched in her hand, and only then did she look down.
Seeing it grow thicker between her fingers, she looked at
me again and slid down to her knees between my legs.
"You're
already a little wet," she said, sliding her hand up my cock
to the head, her fingers slick on the precome I had spread down
the shaft. "But
not quite enough." She
bobbed her head forward and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth.
I inhaled, expecting her to suck me, but she didn't. Instead she pressed me all the way into her mouth, ran her
tongue around the underside of the head and shaft, and then
loosely pulled me back out. My
cock was now coated in her slippery saliva, and she squeezed down
the length of it, admiring the way the wetness glistened.
Her
right hand started stroking me then, sliding down to the base and
squeezing upwards. I
inhaled again, this time more of a gasp as her thumb repeatedly
massaged the sensitive underside just below the crown.
Her left hand moved into my jeans and around to squeeze my
thigh. I raised my
hips a little, and she worked my pants and underwear down and off,
never missing a stroke on my cock.
When I gasped, her eyes turned up to my face. "Do you like that?"
"God
yes, don't stop."
"Do
you want me to jerk you off?"
"YES."
Satisfied
with the responses she was eliciting, she crinkled her nose in
amusement and took me into her mouth again.
As before, she didn't suck.
She just wet me thoroughly and stroked the bottom with her
tongue. My cock was stiffening by then, and I longed to feel more of
her wet mouth surrounding me, but she moved away again before I
could get used to it. Her
hand was there, and it picked up where it had left off, stroking
up and down, the fingers and thumb circling me and sliding wetly
along me. As her
right hand worked me, her left trailed up my leg and cupped my
balls, squeezing gently. My
cock jerked again, and she squeezed near the tip.
A clear drop of precome appeared and ran down the head,
smearing along the underside as her fingers rubbed over it.
The next drop of precome escaped my cock and dripped down
into the palm of her left hand, forming a transparent and wispy
string connecting her skin to mine.
She slid that hand forward, wiping the precome over my
balls and spreading it thinly across them, massaging the sack
lightly.
I
groaned, and my hand moved toward her breasts, still covered by
the light sweater. "Uh
uh," she said, brushing my hand away with her left forearm.
"Those aren't for you.
Just sit back and enjoy."
I
grumbled but shut my mouth when she started stroking faster.
She was watching my face for reactions, judging when to
speed up and when to slow down. I breathed heavily and tensed as her other hand worked on my
balls, rolling them between her fingers and tugging on them ever
so lightly, just enough to turn me on.
My cock was rock hard by then, and she was able to rub up
and down it in a fast rhythm, her saliva mixed with my precome
lubricating and smacking with the strokes.
Suddenly
her left hand slid past my balls, and I felt her middle finger
trace over my ass and then settle between my ass and balls.
She pressed up firmly.
"Ah God!" My
hips bucked up of their own accord, and I saw the head of my cock
swell in her grasp. "What
the fuck-"
"Shh,"
she admonished and began a firm circular motion on that spot with
her fingertips.
"Christ,"
I whispered, and she continued jerking me, pulling me closer to
orgasm. "God.
I'm gonna-"
"Not
yet, you're not," she said, slowing her strokes and leaning
back. Her left hand
continued massaging just behind my balls, but her right dropped to
her lap and slid the skirt up her thighs.
She was wearing powder blue panties, and the front was
soaked through and through. Her
hand slid under the waistband and inside, and I could see the
shape of her fingers beneath, manipulating her clit.
She
sucked air between her teeth and shuddered as her hand worked
faster beneath the panties. I
couldn't see her pussy, but I could see her underwear becoming
positively drenched, and I could smell her heat radiating from
between her legs. Her
thighs were squirming as her pussy thrust against her hand.
I could tell that she had at least one finger inside
herself, as she worked her hand up and down, stretching the
panties but not far enough to afford me a view. I could see just to the top of her dark pubic hair, tangled
against her olive colored skin.
"Come
with me," she said, and her left hand slid up, squeezed my
balls, and stroked to the head of my cock, which she squeezed
firmly.
"God,"
I muttered, feeling my balls tighten.
I hadn't realized it, but she'd kept me on the edge through
her own masturbation just by massaging that spot behind my balls.
I was very close, but she was closer.
Her hand pumped me, and her grip tightened as she tumbled
into orgasm. Her eyes
were shut, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth when she
came. I managed to hold back my own orgasm until hers had passed.
When her eyes opened again, I whispered, "I'm
there." Her
right hand, slick with pussy juice, circled my cock and ran up and
down the shaft fast as the left hand rubbed over the head in
squeezing circles. I moaned as I felt my load rising.
"Come
for me," she said, and that set me off.
The familiar sharp jolt in my balls shook me, and a wave of
sharp pleasure rushed from my groin out to the rest of my body.
I looked down and watched my cock convulse and fill her
left hand with come, spurting again and again into it.
A couple of thick rivulets dripped between her fingers to
the floor, but she caught almost all of it in her palm.
Her right hand kept tugging at my cock until the spasms had
stopped, and then she squeezed near the top one more time, coaxing
out the last of my come. She
licked that drop off the head and then reached for a tissue with
her left hand. "You
taste good," she said and licked her right palm, cleaning off
whatever come she hadn't wiped away already.
I
couldn't have stood if I'd tried, and I knew my hands would
be shaking, so I just sat there on the edge of the bed, my
cock dripping onto the sheets.
I watched her get up from the floor and smooth her skirt
over her panty-clad pussy and her thighs, and she checked her
hands for come one more time.
"Your
sister's probably back by now," she said, stepping toward the
door. She paused, her
hand on the knob, and glanced back at me, a thoughtful expression
on her face. "And
if you tell her about this, I swear to God I'll rip your balls off
next time."
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Coming
soon: Leigh Part 4: Lightning Strikes
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send feedback! I'd love to hear your opinions, ideas, and
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