My whole life, I’ve been ‘Bill’s brother.’ I’ve never been Tim; no, I'm condemned to being just Bill’s unimportant brother. You see, my brother is one of those guys who is a genius, like scary smart, like can’t dress themselves smart ’cuz they are always off thinking about black holes, frozen time, bosons banging into photons, and how to find God particles.
He is a biochemist playing with the chemicals of life, a real present day Dr. Frankenstein, except he’s bald instead of the shock of wild white hair. I tease him; he went bald in his twenties because there is too much heat from his brain and it burned off his hair. He plays with DNA taking this part here and moving it over there and sees what happens.
And this is where I worry. I figure that one day, he’s going to find out how to turn off the chemical that makes cancer. Bang, he’s the most famous man in the world, and me, I am in high school, ho hum. I live with the great man because he doesn’t care to balance a checkbook, off in Fantasyland where his mind lives. I can see some encyclopedia in the future; “William O’Hara, discoverer of the cure for cancer, son of Mr. And Mrs. Sean O’Hara, one brother, name unknown.” That’s me, name unknown.
So you can see how I was a little paranoid of my brother even though we lived together. Like I said, I was his nursemaid when it came to money and shopping, etc., even though I was seventeen. Yeah, I ought to be grateful that my brother took me in and gave me a place to live after the folks passed. I hear that all the time, how lucky I am and what a great man my brother is. But I was still a high school senior who spent most my time shopping, cooking, and cleaning instead of chasing girls.
One day, he came home from the lab early. He put down this little blue igloo.
“What’s in the igloo? You got some special disease in there?” I asked.
“Don’t be stupid, Tim,” he said. That was his special put down for me, 'stupid,' because I COULDN’T ARGUE. We both were IQ tested. I hit genius and he hit 45 points higher than I did.
“Fine, what is it then?”
“Pheromone stew,” he said.
“Huh?” I asked stumped.
“You know about pheromones?”
“Of course,” I answered, less sure than I wanted to admit.
He peered at me, I suspect wondering if I might not be a total loss. He smiled, “Good, well you know that perfume companies are always trying to isolate pheromones to add to their perfume. But they use artificial ones or animal and plant pheromones. Those are close, but not the real thing. I isolated the male human pheromone, and not just any one but the alpha male pheromone. We tested it on a grad student and she tried to attack Dr. Henderson; eighty years old, bald, and nearly blind. If we hadn’t restrained her, she might have done him physical damage. And it didn’t wear off all day. Somehow, this is like cocaine: it changes the brain of the woman and bonds her to the object of her desire. You ever wonder how women get attached to some no-neck who beats her.” He shook the vial. “Here’s the answer, alpha male pheromone.”
“Is it permanent?” I asked.
“I doubt it,” he said. “I suspect it will wear off over time, especially if the male wasn’t around any longer. After all, women are evolutionarily designed to go after the physically present alpha male.”
“Did he drink it?” I asked, fascinated that an 80-year-old guy had a co-ed trying to rape him.
“Don’t be stupid, I just applied one drop to his chest, Body heat did the rest. As soon as Lisa caught a whiff, in twenty seconds she was going for him, trying to get him alone in the lab. I had warned him but I think he almost had a heart attack. Bill looked around, “What’s for dinner?”
“Mac and cheese,” I said. I wasn’t an inspired cook, but it was edible.
One nice thing about my life was that Bill didn’t want to be my driver, so he bought me a spiffy little car. He had a full professorship plus he wrote a couple of sex books. Not the prurient kind, but a popular technical and illustrated kind. The kind an ordinary American could read and pretend they weren’t a sex maniac trying to get off, but just a well read American. One mention on Oprah and Bro had a best seller. As a teenage boy, I could use chapters four and five as pretty good whack off material. The car was from one of his books’ royalties.
Bill had already headed off to his campus as I got ready to leave for my school. The igloo was still in the front room. I stopped and looked at it. It wouldn’t hurt if I took a drop would it? Nah. I got the vial out; it was still cold. It had a stopper in the vial. I put one drop on my chest right below the shirt and sniffed. Nothing. I put the vial back and headed off to school figuring Bill had a screw loose.
I got to class and found my seat. I sat right in front of Roxanne and right next to Sue, the head cheerleader, both major stars in my masturbatory fantasies. About twenty minutes into class, I noticed Sue was squirming in her chair. She kept looking at me. A few minutes later, I jumped as Roxanne ran her hand on my back. Like, that had never happened, not even in my fantasies.
The teacher, Mr. Smith, looked over and gave all three of us one of those looks. I hadn’t even done anything. Sue kept looking over at me. Weird. It was creeping me out. When the bell rang, I rushed from class and headed off for my second class. Roxanne ran me down and grabbed my arm, “Hey Tim, I wanna talk to you.”
“What?” I asked.
She steered me over behind one of the buildings. She backed me against the wall and stood right against me. Her books were pressing against my hip. Then I felt her hand on my groin. I was so surprised I looked down. Her books were screening her hand rubbing my cock. Of course, it sprang to erection in three seconds flat, well before I could get my mouth working. “Roxanne, what if someone sees?”
“I don’t care,” she said. “Can you come over to my house after school?”
“Uh, yeah.” Roxanne lived a block from my house, around a corner and in a cul-de-sac so that our back yards touched. She leaned in and kissed me. Then, holding my cock, slowly disengaged, the last touch being on my cock as she left.
I slumped unable to process what had happened. It made no sense. I started off to my next class. Halfway there, Sue, Sue of the incredible tits in her tight cheerleader sweater, came hurrying up. Sue had been a big fantasy star since eighth grade because she had full size tits back then. They had stopped growing early, just as they had grown way early. I always remembered her as having incredible jugs even though she had now grown into them. “Tim,” she said breathlessly. “I was looking for you. Can you come to my house after school?”
What the hell was happening? “Uh, no, I can’t.”
“Why not? Please, I just have to see you.”
“Tomorrow?” I asked hopefully.
“I don’t want to wait.” She pouted for a minute. “Okay. Right after school?”
“I’ll give you a ride,” I said. Girls did like to ride in my little convertible.
“Great,” she said. “Tomorrow,” she said with a sultry look.
I went off to my next class and noticed several girls’ heads turning in my direction. This never happened… and bang, I knew. The pheromones. My stupid brother had been right. I rushed to the boys room. I took off the shirt I was wearing and washed my chest, three times. The bell rang but I would rather be late. I washed again, dried, and threw on the shirt. I ran to class, being late just a bit. “Having problems finding the class, Mr. O’Hara.”
“Sorry, Miss Taketa. I, uh, tore my shirt and had to change.”
She looked at me, wondering if I was lying, but nodded and started teaching class. I got out my book and proceeded to start day dreaming like I generally did in her class. Miss Taketa was another star in my fantasies. She was single, young, and hot. I'd read these stories about a teacher banging her students and all I could imagine was Miss Taketa and me. 'Oh Yes, Miss Taketa, take off my...'
Suddenly, she was right beside me, leaning down to look at me. I saw her eyes narrow then open wide as her nostrils dilated. I swear she was about to kiss me, then she pulled away shaking her head. Me, I'm in heart attack mode wondering if she guessed what I had been thinking. She hurried back to the front of the room and sat behind her desk. She told us to work a set of problems. Every time I looked up, she was staring at me. Oh, the guilt. That was the worst class I ever had. Damn, it must have gotten onto the shirt.
My next class was gym. I worked up a sweat and took a long shower soaping up several times. I hoped that would do the trick. I also wore my gym shirt rather than the pheromone infected shirt. Debbie, one of the cheerleaders sat next to me in my first class after gym and ignored me like usual. I guess the shower and change worked. The rest of the day went by as if nothing had happened. But I admit I was on edge the whole day. I drove home after school. I took a shower and was eating a snack when the phone rang. It was Roxanne, “Where are you?” she started out.
“Roxanne?”
“Tim, you promised,” she said accusingly.
“I’ll be right over,” I said.
As I headed out I saw the igloo. I stopped and took out the vial and put the smallest little drop I could on my chest just as Bill had said. I hurried over to Roxanne’s house. She let me in. It had been quite a while since I had been in her house. When we were younger she had been part of the neighborhood kids that had played Kick the Can and stuff like that. At some point, the girls lost interest in games like that and she had gradually disappeared from the street mob.
As she let me in, I could see she was wearing not much. She had put on a short micro skirt and a small tight top that outlined her small shapely tits. She led me over to the couch. I sat down and she sat down on my legs straddling them. She put her arms round my neck and leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and our tongues danced. My cock exploded into erection. God this was hot. Roxanne started pushing her hips against my now bulging loins. The kisses got hotter and more passionate. Suddenly, she stood up, unzipped her skirt and pushed it off, pulled the little top over her head and stood before me naked, gloriously naked. She had a perfect lithe body, her pointy nipples standing up, flat stomach and glorious legs with a patch of dark blonde hair at the apex. She looked a little shy for a moment then said, “Come on, Tim, Take of your clothes. Please.”
I stood up and she grabbed my shirt, tugging it off as I tried to get undressed. Her help actually slowed me down. Once I was naked, she grabbed my hand and led me to her room. She fell against me kissing like crazy. One hand found my cock and stroked it as we kissed. She buried her face in my chest and made some very elemental noises.
Roxanne dropped to her knees and vacuumed up my cock. She sucked it as she pumped with both hands. The suddenness almost took me to my knees. I had to put a hand on her head to keep upright. “I don’t know what happened but I want your cum,” she said breathlessly between sucks.
That hit me like a ton of bricks. You see I was a virgin. Yeah, a seventeen-year-old virgin: probably the last one in America. No wonder I had such an active fantasy life. Roxanne was acting out one of my dreams, sucking me until I came. That took about 20 more seconds. “Roxanne, I’m cummmming.” I felt my legs go weak as the rumbling in my balls peaked. Blammo, I felt the cum speed down my cock and blast into Roxanne’s mouth. She moaned like an addict, sucking harder as spasm after spasm emptied my balls into a sucking swallowing mouth. I almost lost my balance as the cum dried up. Roxanne slowed and stopped, lightly licking the shaft. I was so turned on by the whole thing, most especially seeing her naked kneeling in front of me that I didn’t go soft.
Roxanne got up licking her lips. “Different than I thought it would be.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her bed, sinking down onto her back and pulling me on top. We kissed again. “Do me,” she said. I knew what she meant; after all, I read my brother’s book. I bent down and sucked her small tits and hard nipples. She moaned and pressed my face against her. I kissed down further until I was lying between her legs. I tried to remember exactly what to do, but confronted like this with a bewildering array of flesh, I froze for a second. Then instinct took over and I started lapping at her. It wasn’t difficult. I calmed down and started licking and sucking up one side and down the other, then circling around. Roxanne started moaning and I took that as a good sign. Her pussy was awash with her juices and mine when I moved up between her legs. As I stared pressing forward, she said, “Tim, it’s my first time. Go slow, please.”
She was a virgin? I thought I was the only virgin left. That made me feel a little more confident. She wouldn’t know if I was terrible since she didn’t have any more experience than I did. I rubbed my cock around her pussy and over her clit, getting it wet and slippery. It caught in her pussy as I pressed forward, slowly opening her. I went as slowly as I could, which turned out to be a little too slow as Roxanne‘s hips pressed up against me. I pushed again and my cock slid inside. She yipped and I felt her spasm so I stopped. A moment later, she said, “It’s okay, go ahead.” I pressed again and this time slowly went all the way in until my groin pressed against hers.
Man oh man, was that feeling incredible. Slowly we started the ancient rhythm of fucking, in and out, up and down, better and better as we gradually speeded up. It is a good thing I had just cum and that slowed me down because I wouldn’t have lasted. I remembered my Brother’s book and the advice on how to screw. I moved around as it said, even tried the oriental fast shallow followed by slow deep strokes.
I’m sure I wasn’t all that great, but luckily Roxanne was turned on by the chemicals and it was her first as well. Pretty soon, we were both crying out and fucking like crazy, nature having taken over. I felt her pussy spasm around my rod and that did it. Two more strokes and I was empting what was left in my balls into her pussy, several hard blasts followed by the dregs.
Drained, I fell on her. “Tim, you’re heavy,” she said.
“Sorry,” I rolled to the side, pulling my cock from her. I looked down to see pink streaks on my cock and pink in the froth spilling from her pussy. Wow, she had been a virgin. “Does it hurt?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “Maybe a little sore, but it was great, Tim. I didn’t think I’d get a climax like that my first time.”
I smiled. My first time and she gets a great climax. Wow. Those pheromones are some heavy duty chemicals.
I didn’t wear any pheromones at school the next day and it seemed back to normal, well, except that Sue tracked me down and reminded me I promised to drive her home after school and Roxanne wanted a repeat performance after school and I had to convince her I had a doctor’s appointment. Miss Taketa gave me some very funny looks during class and I was distinctly uncomfortable.
The rest of school was very normal, making the earlier stuff seem even creepier by contrast. Sue was waiting at the entrance to the school parking lot after sixth period, grabbing my arm as I came up. “Let’s go,” she said. I let her in my car and got in.
“Where to?” I asked.
“Take Beech, then left on Avalon,” she said.
I drove off as she moved over next to me. She talked on as I concentrated on driving and following her directions. She lived the opposite direction to me and it was an area I didn’t know. We pulled up in front of a typical house and she led me into her house. She told me to wait a moment in the living room. She disappeared.
I looked around and didn’t see anything unusual. I heard her voice, “Come on back.” I followed the voice to a partially closed door. “Come in,” she said.
I pushed open the door, half expecting some kind of gag like a bunch of football players waiting to punch me for going after the head cheerleader, only to find her naked except for black stockings left over from the tight black outfit she had been wearing earlier. The effect she produced, those black stockings against her white skin, was to send my cock to full strength in a second. Just having a naked girl was enough to send me off.
Man, she was beautiful and hot. As I said earlier, she had grown into her tits and they were perfectly proportioned for her body. Everything was perfectly proportioned for her body. “Well, are you going to get undressed?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said unable to take my eyes off of her.
I quickly doffed my clothes as Sue watched. Her eyes locked onto my cock and when it bounced into view she said, “Nice.” She came over and grabbed it, leading me to the bed. She pushed me back onto the bed and leaned over to suck my cock. This girl was no amateur, but hell, we all know cheerleaders encourage the football players that way. Pro football players have a bounty of a hundred bucks, high schoolers get a blow job from the cheerleaders. When it was all wet and slippery, she climbed over me, held it up and slid down the shaft.
I was awestruck by those tits and grabbed both, slowly playing with the nipples. Sue moaned as she started bouncing on my pole. I got lucky since as an almost virgin I would have cum in milliseconds. But for some reason I never have cum quickly when I’m on the bottom. Sue was able to bounce on my rod for as long as she wanted, and she wanted. She came once but kept on going, then again, stopping for a few moments and making me stop rubbing her tits; they were too sensitive. She was rolling around and soon started up again to have another climax. That time she collapsed onto my chest. After a moment, she rolled over pulling me on top. “I’m bushed. I want you to come.”
Who was I to argue? I started fucking her and it took twenty seconds if that before I blew my load which sent her over the top again.
We lay together on her bed, me not believing how lucky I was to be banging a cheerleader in her bed. She put her hand on my chest and snuggled up. “Tim, I can’t believe how good you were. I’ve never cum like that.”
“Thanks,” I said. Yeah, great repartee. I should have said something about how it was how sexy she was or something, but my brains had been blasted out my cock and I wasn’t thinking.
After a few minutes, Sue bounced up and said, “My mom will be home soon.” That was enough to get me up and dressed in seconds. She saw me out the door and said she’d see me at school tomorrow.
Not to get ahead of the story but, I didn’t see Sue again, that way. She hooked up with the middle linebacker that weekend after the game and I was relegated to the dustbin. My brother’s prophesy on alpha males was validated.
The next day at school, Roxanne and Sue were both paying attention to me as they noticed the other. Both gave the other the evil eye and both complained to me about the other girl. I played dumb, easily enough; I said I hadn’t noticed. They both flashed green eyes.
It was in math class that the weirdness hit full strength. Half way through class, Miss Taketa stopped by my desk as we were working a problem. She whispered to me, “Please stay after class and see me.” I couldn’t concentrate the rest of class wondering if she had somehow figured out about what I had done and was going to bust me for it.
After class, I went to her desk. When the class was empty, she said, “Tim, I have noticed something about you recently and I think it would be good if we could perhaps get together away from school and I could help you. Maybe Saturday?”
I nodded. She handed me a piece of paper with an address. “Come over around noon, and don’t tell anyone. We don’t want to start rumors.”
“Uh, okay,” I said. I put the paper in my pocket and quickly left wondering what I had done that she wanted to see me.
The next day was Friday and Roxanne tracked me down after class. “Are we going out tonight?” I was surprised but quickly realized that she considered we were an item now that we had fucked. Girls are funny that way.
“Sure,” I said figuring out that I had a date, a real date with a real girl who thinks she is a real girlfriend. “Where do you want to go?”
“The movies?” she asked.
“Okay, let’s go to the mall, they’ll have a movie we’ll want to see,” I suggested. The multiplex had about ten screens. They’d have something interesting.
“Pick me up at six,” she said.
“Great,” I said as Roxanne tore off to her next class and I went off to mine. I dressed in my best casual nice stuff and showed up at Roxanne’s at six. I was ushered in by her mom and dad. Roxanne came flying into the room and grabbed my arm to lead me out.
“Now wait a moment, Roxanne,” her mom said. “We’d like to talk with Tim. It's been a long time since he has been over to our house.”
“Mom,” she wailed. “We’re going to be late.”
I smiled knowing she was trying to save me from the interrogation. “It's okay, Roxanne. I’d like to talk with your parents,” which made them smile and her frown. I shook hands with her father and mother. I gave them a brief rundown of what I'd been up to since the days of kick the can. They asked about my plans, college, since I would get a discount at Bill’s college. They seemed happy as I was still polite and well spoken, trained by Bill.
They said “Go have fun.” and in five minutes we were out the door.
“Sorry,” Roxanne said.
“Naw, it was fine. And if they trust me it will be easier for us,” I said.
“Easier for what?” she said slyly. “For you to take advantage?”
I laughed, “For you to take advantage of me.”
She slapped my shoulder, “I would never…”
“Too bad,” I said.
She grabbed my arm and snuggled into me as we drove to the mall. She directed me around back to a ‘good’ parking place. It was actually hidden from the main area. As I parked and stopped the car, she said, “We have a few minutes,” and looked up. I could see the desire and bent down to kiss her. She responded passionately and soon we were kissing hot and heavy. She was pushing her chest forward and my hand came up to fondle her tits, which had her moaning in no time. She reached behind and undid her bra. My hand went under her blouse and found her lovely jugs. Roxanne had small tits but they had big hard nipples. I loved the feeling of them in my hands and I could tell she liked it as well. She moaned and kissed harder as I teased her nips. Her hand went to my lap and rubbed my straining cock.
She pulled away gasping a little and looked down, “Big and hard,” she cooed. She bent over and worked my pants down, slipped her mouth over my cock, and started sucking and licking. It didn’t take long before I could feel the rumbles and tried to warn her.
“Roxanne, Oh God, Roxanne…” She kept sucking as I blasted away into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed until I thought she was sucking my balls out. “Stop, please, stop. Oh God that was so good.”
She sat up and smiled, licking her lips. “You owe me,” she said.
“Huh?”
“You owe me, like I just did for you. You know how to do that for a girl?” she asked.
Sure I knew how. I’d never done it to a finish but I knew how. I’d read Bill's book. “Sure, I know how.”
She smiled, “Good because I’m holding you to that. Let’s go see a movie.” We went hand in hand to the movies and saw a chick flick. I was in too good a state of mind to mind. After the movie I drove her home and we got there before ten. “Normally I can stay out later,” she said.
“I know, but I want your parents to not worry about me,” I said.
She laughed, “If they only knew.”
“Yeah.” I kissed her goodbye as the front lights came on. She frowned and went inside. I went back to the car and drove home, happy as all get out. God, what a week this had been.
I woke up Saturday and got dressed. I started looking for the pheromones since I wanted to apply one drop before I went to Miss Taketa’s. I couldn’t find the stuff. Bill was home, unusual for a Saturday since most often he was in his lab. “Hey, Bro, where’s the pheromone stew?”
“Why?”
“Dunno, just wondering where it is,” I said.
“Tim,” he said, “I don’t believe a word of that. What is going on?”
“Bill,” I whined. “Quit picking on me. Where is it?”
He shook his head and gave me that smile, I got you shithead. He was worse than a parent since he was close in age and had done the same stuff. “Tell me what happened.”
“Bullshit,” I said
He looked at me again and I could see him reading my face.
That pissed me off, “Goddamn it.”
He shook his head, “Might as well tell me the truth bro ‘cuz I ain’t buying any line.” He crossed his arms and waited. I knew I was sunk.
“Shit!” I exclaimed. He just smiled. I sat down. “I just need a drop.”
He rolled his eyes, “You used it?”
“Just one drop,” I objected.
“Okay, tell me the whole story. Don’t leave anything out,” he said.
So I told him a slightly edited version leaving out the actual sex with Sue and Roxanne. When I told him about Miss Taketa he stopped me. “Your math teacher?” I nodded. “And you’re going to see her today?” I nodded again, smiling. “You shithead, if you think I am going to help you fuck your teacher… Is she the hot Japanese one?” He looked off, "I had fantasies about her..."
“Yeah,” I nearly blubbered with this big smile.
“Tim, that would violate all the protocols…” he started.
I jumped in, “Yeah, like killing the old guy with the intern wouldn’t? Come on, Bro. Just treat this like part of the same experiment.”
One nice thing about Bill is his mind was fast, you didn’t have to wait for an answer. “You shithead. Okay. Promise me this; no one, teacher or student, will ever know. I don’t want to screw up my experiments because you got a teacher in trouble with the law.”
“I promise.”
He went to his room and came back with a small vial. “Where were these teachers when I was in school?” he said.
"You should have invented this earlier," I said smiling.
“Shithead. Open your shirt.” He put one very small dab on my chest. “One dab will do you. Now get out of here before I change my mind and put female pheromones on you.”
“Thanks, Bro. Thanks,” I said as I ran out of the house.
I followed the directions to Miss Taketa’s place, a nice condo. I rang the bell and the door opened. She was even hotter than in school wearing some kind of kimono top and white loose pants like the kind you might do judo in. “Come in.”
I followed her as she started showing me her place: kitchen, spare room, then her bedroom. We were both standing at the foot of her bed when she got close to me. Her nostrils flared then her eyes dilated. “You smell good.” She took a step back and undid the top letting it fall. Oh Lord, she had the prettiest tits I have ever seen. She was a small woman so they looked big on her and perfect. She undid her belt and started lowering her pants until I could see the beginning of her patch of dark hair. “Aren’t you getting undressed?”
I threw off my shirt and was tearing off my pants as she laughed and dropped her pants, standing naked before me. “You seem in a hurry.”
I looked up to see this incredible woman naked. I had read about some teachers like the Miss Texas who had sex with a student, but I never imagined I would get to see a woman as stunning as her, naked. And I was going to poke her. Dreams do come true, if you have a brilliant brother. Yeah, I was feeling a lot closer to my Bro now.
She lay down on the bed and I joined her. The pheromones had done their job and she was hot to trot. We started kissing. She took my cock in hand and slowly stroked it.
“Miss Taketa…”
“Call me Terri.”
“Terri, that feels so good,” I said.
She smiled and squeezed my shaft almost making me cum right then. As I got close to cumming she would calm me down saying, “Slowly, we have plenty of time,” only to get me close again and again. Several times I was about to blow and she would squeeze hard, almost painfully at the base of my cock, which shut it down. She did this several times so that I had lost some of the urgency to cum. Terri knew how to work a guy.
She pulled me over on top, and led my cock to her opening. “Slowly,” she urged. I pushed and felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open and clasp my shaft as I pushed it deeply into her. “Um, yes,” she moaned as I bottomed out. “Tim, fuck me nice and slow and hard.” I did. It was so different than with Sue or Roxanne when I had been slightly out of control. This was the first time where I was in control of my movements. Terri guided me subtly, but I soon noticed the difference as I ran my cock along her clit and drove Terri absolutely wild. I learned a lot in a short time. She was licking my chest like she couldn’t get enough of me. Slowly but surely my climax built. When I felt Terri start to hit her climax and her pussy spasmed around my pole it was the trigger which released my own climax. But this was the weirdest I ever felt. She had me so primed that when it hit me, instead of a bunch of pulses, the muscles along my cock relaxed opening the tube from bottom to tip. When the prostate spasmed, it sent one long continuous stream of cum surging through my cock and flooded her pussy.
I had never felt anything like it before or since. My cock was swamped by the cum saturating her pussy. I rolled to the side trying to understand what had happened. Terri sat up as the cum poured from her. “Shit, Tim you must have cum a gallon.” She jumped up and ran into the bath. I heard the water running. Soon, she came back in and lay down next to me.
“Tim, you know you can’t say anything,” she said.
“I know, boy do I know,” I said. “Miss, I mean, Terri. No way do I want to get you in trouble. This was the best thing.”
She smiled. “It was pretty good for me too. Thank you. You really are a good lover.”
I kind of blushed and didn’t know what to say.
She smiled and said, “I know I kind of got you here on false pretenses.”
“I don’t mind, really,” I said.
Terri laughed, “Good. I’m glad you don’t mind.”
I found myself staring once again at how beautiful she was sitting there naked. I guess I made her a little uncomfortable as she said, “Maybe we should get cleaned up,” when all I wanted to do was bask in her nakedness.
“Oh okay,” I said following her into the bath. She grabbed a couple wash clothes and handed me one. I cleaned off my now quite limp cock. After, we went back into the bedroom and dressed. It was a challenge trying to dress and watch her at the same time. She walked me up front and kissed me as she opened the door. What a kiss. “See you Monday.”
I was on cloud nine all the way home.
I guess I should have asked Bill for more pheromones ‘cuz without it, I just never seemed to overcome her reticence of ‘dating’ a high schooler. That was the only time I got invited, but I’ll never forget it. The pictures in my mind are as sharp today as the day they happened.
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Lucky for me that Roxanne and I had bonded in that week and she was satisfied with my regular pheromones and didn’t need the extra alpha ones from Bill’s lab. We were a couple and she was quite happy with me. She made me pay off on the oral sex I owed her frequently. I didn’t mind since she was willing to frequently pay off on me and she always swallowed happily. It really makes you appreciate a woman when she does that.
We were a couple the rest of our senior year. She got accepted to the local University just as I did. So I still took care of Bill. Over the summer, we spent a lot of time fucking like rabbits what with Bill always in his lab. And the once or twice he came home to find us, he didn’t seem to mind, seeing as how we were both eighteen. Towards the end of summer I suggested to Roxanne that since we were going to be going to college, we might want to maybe see other people to ‘grow.’ She laughed at me, “Grow. You just want to get a chance to fuck other women.” What could I say, since it was true. As I mumbled she said, “I want to be your girlfriend, if you get a chance and want to fool around, okay. Just don’t get any ideas about dumping me.” I asked was she crazy and she said no, just realistic. She even introduced me to a friend she made at college and suggested that her friend try me out, which she did. Her friend went to her, thanking her for letting her have some good sex for once. I think she should have thanked me. Anyway, they shared me until she found her own boyfriend. Roxanne knew what she wanted and wasn’t going to let a little wanderlust on my part stop her. She was realistic enough to know guys wander, but properly trained and appreciated, they always come home.
It was our junior year when Roxanne started talking about after college. I finally got it, after college meant marriage. I didn’t want to change anything. When she figured out why I was balking she and I talked about an open marriage. As far as I knew she had never fooled around on me, could I handle it? That was the question. We talked about it for a couple months and even went to a couple swap clubs. Since neither of us got jealous, jealousy being an insanity caused by insecurity, we both had a great time.
That settled, we got married after our junior year and moved in with Bill. Bill could afford to support us both and he liked Roxanne’s cooking way better than mine. We stayed after college as I looked for a job since Bill liked both the company and that he could concentrate on his work and have the domestic stuff handled. With two males working, Roxanne has never had to work. She raises our two kids. Uncle Bill is the kids favorite as he spoils them unmercifully. Roxanne jokes about having two husbands. I've never asked exactly what that means but I think the kids look like me, not Bill. I don't have any reason to be jealous of her or Bill since she still isn't jealous if I have an occasional itch. Fair is fair. Yeah, from the outside it probably looks like an unusual family, but on the inside, I have the best life a man could ask for.
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