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Where is he? Will he bring HER?
Damn it I have to pull myself together. What the hell is wrong with me? Mom
would kill me if she found out. Sex, what the hell was I thinking? But I need him;
I have not felt so right since... No! I won't think about it.
But what about his girlfriend, they
have been going steady for more than two years now. Everyone says it’s obvious
that they are going to be together at least until graduation and probably even
try to go to the same college. How can I compete, she's gorgeous. I know I am
pretty but...oh what am I going to do?
I should have got dressed and
ran away. The hell with the pictures! If they had showed them around they would
have been in deep shit too! Damn. Damn
Why isn't he here yet? A quarter
of the lunch hour is over! I should leave. Maybe if I ignore him he'll just
leave me alone. But what if he touches me? Even if he just puts his hand on
mine I know I will have to do whatever he wants. What is wrong with me? How can
I be like this? Yesterday I was a normal freshman. Well, normal aside from
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The front part of the school, which held the cafeteria, had high ceilings, three stories high to be exact. When one walked into the front he would enter into the area of the school known as the forum. It was simply an open space without walls or doors separating it from the locker area which was to the left (upon entering) underneath the loft type structure which held the administrative offices. Walking to the far end of the forum, one would then see the library on the left and ahead another loft with open area underneath. This loft was the general faculty lounge and underneath it was the dining area of the cafeteria. The actual foodstuffs had to be purchased by the students in a small enclave located in the far right corner of the forum.
In the far corner of the cafeteria, Jen sat alone at one of the 'loner' tables, as they were called by the students. She had taken a seat by the window and was picking at her tray without actually looking at it. To anyone who might happen to look at her, it would be obvious the she was nervous. She was shaking her leg vigorously and with her free hand was twirling her hair. Her eyes flitted from one entrance of the dining area to another. She was waiting, not so patiently, for Zach.
He entered from the forum, carrying
only his brown bag lunch and a smile, but walking alongside him was Sara. For
the first time Jen took a close look at her and understood why Zach had chosen
her over
Sara was a bit confused. Zach was not as attentive as he usually was, and the kiss, well that was a surprise. He knew she felt uncomfortable with things like that in public and usually restrained himself. To be sure, she was glad that he wanted to kiss her but this was neither the time nor place. Furthermore, the two usually ate out on the lawn during spring but today here they were headed down into the dining area.
At the bottom of the steps, Zach stopped and surveyed the hall.
'Well there she is,' he thought, 'Oh boy does she look nervous. Well I guess I had better get this the hell over with. Now we'll see just how smooth I have gotten in twenty-four hours.'
“Have a seat Sara,” said Zach much to Sara's surprise. They had just reached the table at which Jen sat.
“Zach, what the heck is going on? I thought you said you needed to talk with a friend,” replied Sara.
'A friend? Is that all I am,' thought Jen.
“I do. Jen, meet Sara Weber; Sara, Jen Myers.”
“Uh, hi,” said Jen standing and offering her hand. Sara did not move, she just glared at Jen and then at Zach. She was about to turn around and storm out of the cafeteria when Zach put his arm around her and gently pushed down.
“Sara, I need you to sit down and discuss some things with Jen and me.”
“Look Zach, I demand you let me know what is going on!” Sara said while allowing herself to be guided into a seat. “Half the guys in this school want to go out with me. What the hell do you think you are doing with another girl?!”
“Sara, we have talked about this before. You know I need...relief from certain tensions, and you have been unwilling to provide it. Jen on the other hand is more than willing, having given herself to me completely.”
“WHAT!” screamed Sara, eliciting looks from the occupants of the surrounding tables and then turning to Jen, “You, you, sl-”
“That will be quite enough Sara,” said Zach in a commanding firm voice that left Sara stunned. Zach never talked to her that way. He was always willing to hear her out on anything. Nor did he ever speak to her harshly; he was the consummate gentleman, soft spoken, good mannered, and most importantly not pushy. But now he was acting just the opposite of all those traits.
“I still want to go out with you Sara, but my Jen here will take care of me when you won't.”
“This is ridiculous. Look Zach, I really liked you, and told you that when I was ready, you would be my first. But obviously you are like every other boy in the damn school and only want one thing, and are impatient to get it too.”
With that she started to get up and tried to add one last thing, “Bye you cheating bastard! I hope you glad with your new huss-”
“Enough! Sit down girl,” said Zach, barely holding back his rage. “You will still go out with me, and if I want to bring Jen along you will accept it.”
“You can't tell me what to do you little – hey Ahhh, mmffmmm.”
Zach had slipped his hand under her daily knee length skirt and pinched her clit while moving in to kiss her, so when she opened her mouth to cry out her surprise he clamped his mouth to her and knotted his tongue with hers. He had grabbed her with his left as he was sitting on her right, but now he turned her towards him and switched hands pushing her panties aside from her crotch with his right hand allowing himself to manipulate her clit skin to skin.
Thankfully her back was to the rest of the dining hall so to almost everyone it looked like they were just making out, nothing unusual for a couple that had been together for two years. But Jen was getting an eyeful. She watched as Sara’s face turned from anger to surprise to incoherent.
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That's right babes. Kiss me back.
Let me see now, ah, there it is. I know exactly how to push your button. Shy
guy Zach, eh; if only they knew; the fools. You are wet now, my god you are
wet. I can't wait to taste you; I am sure now that when you come it’s a flood.
Well, we'll soon find out.
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Zach and Sara were now both breathing through their noses because Zach refused to break the kiss. His tongue unknotted from Sara's and explored her mouth. Reveling in the sensitive underside of her tongue then darted all around to massage now extremely responsive mouth and lips.
His right hand was doing much the same. Using his left to steady her, his other hand parted her lips and entered her with two fingers. He loved the moisture, the gripping, tugging, and the longing of the virgin flesh around his appendage. He proceeded slowly, then finding her maidenhead began to retreat. She pulled at him with her pussy, the muscles involuntarily begging him for more; her body betrayed her. It did not know her anger, only her lust, the pent up desire for fingers other than hers to please her. She was almost gone, when in a last bout of sense she brought her hands to Zach's chest, trying to push him away, but just then his thumb found her clit and his fingers started to furiously pump in and out.
The fire in her groin was greater than anything she had ever imagined and her own juices, facilitating Zach's motions, were the fuel. She was so tight she felt every millimeter of Zach's fingers, and the circles his thumb was making on her clit were driving her squirming hips at a resonating frequency.
Sara's arms, instead of pushing Zach, now clung to him, and crushing herself against him she broke their kiss and buried her head in his shoulder sobbing.
'Amazing,' Zach thought, 'Same reaction as Jen.' And from that reaction he could tell that she was close. Then her pussy started to drench his hand more than before and putting the added juices to good use he quickened the pace with his fingers. Sara too, added to the pace, rocking wildly on his hand.
All this had happened quickly, and whether it was an exhibitionist streak in her, or pent up lust, or perhaps rage that added to her heat, Sara started to cum just minutes after Zach had first put his had up her skirt.
Her back arched and a look of contented bliss crossed her face just before the dams broke loose. Biting down on Zach's shoulder she bucked hard on his hand pumping her hips so hard she moved the table. Nothing clouded her mind, as all her being was focused on Zach's hand. She felt as if an earthquake of pleasure had rolled through her body, ravishing her and leaving her thoroughly spent, which she was. Zach held her close, caressing her back with his left hand, and when she stopped quaking he pulled her into a deep kiss.
When she could move again she pulled out of the kiss and looked at Zach questioningly. He had just given her the most intense pleasure of her short life, but just before she had cursed at him, telling him it was over.
Zach, having held his fingers inside her the whole time, now withdrew them and brought them to Sara's lips.
“Clean one,” he said. No question was it, but a command and suddenly Sara knew what she had to do. She needed that release, and she needed to be in his arms like right now. Then turning her eyes down, she opened her mouth to take both fingers.
“No, only one.” So she slowly sucked one finger, rolling her tongue around it, then teasing the tip, and with one final slurp taking it out and swallowing her own juices. Zach then held the other finger out to Jen who eagerly sucked it into her mouth, and pretending it was his cock, proceeded to blow his finger. All the while she looked Sara directly in the eye and drew a line with her stare.
'He may go out with you,' she seemed to communicate, 'But no one will please him like me, and in the end he will choose me.' The line had been drawn.
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Oh my god what have I done? I had
just had my first orgasm because of someone other than myself and I want more.
But sharing my boyfriend? I'm not that kind of girl. Yet here I am sucking my
own juices off of my philandering boyfriend's finger only to then watch his
lover slurp up the rest from his other finger.
What has gotten into me? If my parents find out they'll ship me off to private school and my dad will shoot Zach. Hmm, the latter might not be so bad; I am so angry at him but... oh, no. He's massaging my thigh again. Oh it feels so nice. I'm getting wet again, oh God, what am I going to tell my mom, my panties are ruined! Oh god if he starts again;... I have to get out of here otherwise...
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“Zach, I need to go to the restroom,” said Sara as she got up quickly. This time Zach let her and stood up also.
“Okay love. I'll call you later tonight,” and then giving her an innocent peck on the cheek he sent her on her way. Looking at Jen he said, “Did you like the show little one?”
“Very much.”
“I bet you are soaking with just the memory of how my tongue and fingers felt yesterday.” Jen just looked down at the table in seeming shame, but as she did Zach could see her biting her lower lip and knew it was an admission.
“Come now, I have the key to the IT admin lounge and I did not get to eat much because of Sara. Perhaps we could finish lunch in there.” Jen jumped up and followed Zach out of the dining area and into the south hall of the school.
Finding the room Zach took out his key (a privilege of being one of three administrators of the school’s computer network) and let himself and Jen in. Shelves lined one wall of the windowless 20' by 20' chamber. On two walls there were workbenches and one of these had a sink in it with the necessary items for washing up. The network group also often used this room for meetings and as such there was also a mini-fridge in one corner and a small conference table in the middle of the room. On the final wall, directly across from the door there was a couch to which Zach led Jen.
He had her sit, and kneeling in front of her between her legs he took of one shoe, then another, and finally unzipped her jeans. Then, hooking his fingers at her waist, he peeled off both her panties and jeans together leaving her nude from the waist down except for her socks.
By now he was almost drooling. He had become addicted very quickly to how Jen tasted and now was running his tongue along his lips in anticipation of her delicious juice; then he dove in. She was already wet, and time was getting on so he knew he had to get her off quick, so he buried his tongue as far as it would go in her hole and started swirling it around keeping constant pressure on the walls. Jen grabbed the back of his head moaning and he was glad that she had the sense to not be too loud.
After a minute of that he withdrew his tongue and inserted two fingers in its stead. He did this palm up and when the appendages were a few inches deep he curled them upward and started to dance his fingers atop her G-spot.
Every inch of her being was on fire as she felt Zach's fingers two-step inside her and she pulled his head back down wanting more. So Zach took his tongue and curled it into a tube around her engorged clit, and then he started to move back and forth creating a loving sheath for her most sensitive part.
Every neuron in her clit was firing, the pleasure was so intense that all she saw was light as she climbed higher and higher. Neither Zach's fingers nor his tongue let up when she started to convulse in orgasm. They drove her, pushed her, adored her and she came, and came, and came, her pussy massaging Zach’s dancing fingers in waves of pulsing flesh. The flood of fluid was more than Zach could swallow, not that he didn’t try, and his face ended up soaked. Finally drooped limp, unconscious after her crescendo to Zach’s loving attentions..
'Wow, looks like last night's reading paid off,' thought Zach; referring to some “research” he did the previous night on the Internet. He noticed that Jen was unconscious but he still moved up to kiss her mouth delighting in her soft lips and wanton tongue.
'My god, what have I done,' he thought suddenly. He barely knew this girl, but she clung to him; he was now somehow just as much her’s as she was his. 'I don't know why but I have this urge to just hold her, take care of her, and shield her. I have never felt this way about Sara. But then before today I never tried to dominate Sara either. I always deferred to her, every time: where to eat, what movie, study times and subjects; my god it was like I was married without all the benefits.
'Oh my god, did I just... damn! I actually brought her off in the cafeteria with my fingers. Holy Shit! What the hell is going on!' he mused and he was about to run his hand through his hair when he suddenly realized what was all over his face and hands; 'Shit, I gotta clean this up.'
So, going to the sink he wet several paper towels and cleaned himself and Jen before dressing both of them. Then he moved her over to the other side of the couch; he was extremely gentle with her as he wanted to let her rest while he thought some more and as he pondered his recent actions Zach found some citric acid cleaner and freshened up the couch. But lunch was nearing an end and thankfully Jen began to stir as he was drying his hands.
He went to her side to hold her saying, “Do you know how beautiful you look just after you orgasm? Simply perfect Jen, simply perfect. You are mine, you know, and I intend to keep you forever; I don't know how I know that, but I do.”
“I know it too, but all this is just so strange, I barely know you,” Jen replied snuggling into Zach's chest.
“It’s the same for me dear; something very weird happened that afternoon.”
“Please can we not talk about that?”
“Why? It was your first time; I had hoped that you would look back on it fondly.”
“Maybe in a few years, but right now I
remember you almost breaking the wall in your rage, yanking my hair, and
calling
“Please, don't turn away. Look in my
eyes; can't you see that in less than 48 hours we have somehow formed a
relationship stronger than the one I have with Sara. I don't know what came
over me that day. Chris and Rick have avoided me all day they are so freaked
out not to mention that
“But I didn't. You blackmailed us!”
“We never would have spread the photos. That was a bluff; we had decided that before we showed ourselves. Besides, it wasn't like I had to force the deed onto you, I asked and you gave.”
“That's right I did, but..., I was-”
“Afraid, sure, but you could have kicked and screamed. Do you think that any of us could have actually hit you or Crystal?”
“I guess not, but we weren't thinking like that.”
“It doesn't matter either way. Do you want to end our new relationship?”
“No, but-”
“Then anything what happened before does not matter.”
“What about Sara?”
“Don't worry about her. I said I wanted to keep her and I will.”
“But I thought, I thought we had a relationship, I thought you said that you had a responsibility to me.”
“I do, and I will give you the love and care that you need but I cannot imagine, let alone allow another man to touch Sara. She is mine too, but in a different way.”
“You mean she is your girlfriend. What am I then?”
“Mistress?”
“No! You won't take your mistress to the prom! You won't date your mistress.”
“Sure why not.”
“What!”
“I have never gone to all the dances, only the balls, and I will go to the prom. I can take you to the freshman events and Sara to the sophomore ones.”
“And what about the combined ones.”
“I'll take you both.”
“What will our friends think? They'll say we are sluts! They'll-”
“What they say does not matter. Anyway, any boy harassing you will have to deal with me personally.”
“The boys never say anything; you don't know how bad girls can get.”
“I suppose that is true, but what else to do? I will not give up Sara, not after we grew up in each other's arms. The relationship between her and I may change but we are too close, too much a part of each other to let anything get between us. She was angry because she thought that I had chosen you over her. She thinks I don't see it, she thinks that all I see is how much I am attached to her but I know she feels the same way about me. If she didn't she would have thrown the food in my face and walked out of dining area, but she didn't, she wanted a reason to stay and I gave her one.” Just then the school bell toned signaling the end of the lunch period. Zach grabbed a post it pad and a pen off the conference table and hastily wrote something.
“Here love,” said Zach, handing Jen
the paper, “My phone number is on there but don't call unless it is really
necessary. The walls are paper-thin in my house and I swear my father and
sister can here me breath when I sleep. My IM call sign is also on there; we
can use that to talk tonight. I will log on around
“Zach listen,” started Jen as she allowed Zach to usher her out of the door, which he locked behind them, “I think maybe this was all a mistake. I-”
“No, it feels to right. When we touch we lose control over ourselves. Have you felt that way about anyone? I haven’t. With Sara there is always seduction and preparation necessary. Between you and me, well, there is nothing. I was all that I could do to not ditch the rest of my classes and make love to you the rest of the afternoon. That can't be wrong,” interrupted Zach as they joined the flow of rushing students in the halls.
“We are teenagers, it could just be the hormones.”
'Then why are we getting late to class talking instead of doing what I said earlier, eh? We are thinking too. Listen, please, please, IM me tonight. I want to get to know you, all of you, not just that delicious body of yours,” and with that he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her deeply, right in the middle of a busy corridor for all to see. He knew full well that the whole school would hear about this before the day was over and he wanted that. He was showing everyone that she was his, his woman. Not in the sense of property but of being, she had given herself to him and he had accepted and no matter how confused both of them were about it now, the deed was done. They would discuss other things in the evening. They parted with a kiss and went to class.
Again,
please give me feedback, especially if you give me a low rating, I need to know
how to improve and since most of my family and friends are prudish, they are
not going to help…only you can!