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Story title : Transfer Student
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The Transfer Student Chapter 1 of 3
by Kristen 8/97
-= Chapter 1 =-
It was Robyn Berry's first day at Mountain View High
School. Her father's company had transferred her family
to Denver, Colorado, during the summer, and Robyn
hadn't yet had a chance to meet any of the other
juniors in her class.
She felt a little nervous walking around campus, not
knowing anyone; being a stranger was an unpleasant
change from her old school where she'd be the popular
one.
That first day dragged on until the final bell rang,
when all the kids hit the doors in a torrent of noise,
running and yelling as they left the school day behind
them. Robyn had been a little surprised at the casual
attitudes and unruly behavior that she'd come across
during that first day at her new school.
Having spent the first two years of high school at St.
Mary's Catholic School in Freeport, New York, she was
used to much closer supervision during school hours.
She'd seen boys kissing girls in the halls, and several
couples had been embarrassingly intimate with each
other right there in front of everybody.
Robyn wasn't sure if she was going to fit in; so many
things made her feel uncomfortable.
As she walked toward the parking lot, thinking these
thoughts, she was startled by a loud noise behind her.
She spun around, her heart pounding, and saw two boys
running toward her as if wild dogs were after them.
One boy grabbed her arm and, breathing heavily,
whispered urgently: "Pretend we've been walking
together!"
He pulled off his jacket and shoved it under her arm.
Then, without another word, and firmly holding on to
her arm, he started to leave the campus grounds.
Meanwhile the boy with him had done the same thing with
another girl, a few feet away.
Suddenly a school security guard came running around
the corner of the building, yelling: "Anyone see two
boys running past here?" He looked directly at Robyn
and the boy with her, then at the other boy and girl.
Robyn's companion said: "Yeah, two guys jumped that
fence just before you came round the corner; they were
really going fast. What did you want them for?"
The guard mumbled something about vandalism, and
stalked off.
Robyn had been in a mild state of shock, standing there
with her knees trembling, not knowing what to do or
say. She knew that if the man had asked her any
questions, she wouldn't have been able to utter a word.
When he had gone back into the school, however, she
started to get mad.
How dare this boy use her like that! How dare he! She
shook her arm free and turned to face him. "You're one
of those vandals he was talking about, aren't you?"
As she spoke, she noticed for the first time what he
looked like; she had been too frightened before. He was
several inches taller than she was - probably 5'7" or
8" - and really very handsome. He had black hair, in a
kind of Elvis-Presley-unkempt style, and very dark
brown eyes. She also noticed his lips, liking the way
they curled at the edges.
But his looks didn't change a thing, as far as his
actions in involving her in his little prank were
concerned. "Do you always go around grabbing strange
girls, and involving them in your problems?"
She shot him a withering stare. "Not very manly to hide
behind a woman, is it?"
He just stood there, quietly looking at her. All at
once his eyes lit up, and his face broke into an
attractive smile. He held his hand out as if to shake
hands and said, "Pardon me, beautiful. If I'd realized
it was you, I'd have done anything to keep you out of
it, honest.
"I'm Max, and that scruffy-looking dude over there is
Jerry. We got into a little trouble back there, but it
wasn't our fault. I get in trouble all the time because
I say it like it is, and the football team doesn't like
me for it."
Feeling somewhat little less miffed now, Robyn asked:
"What do you mean, 'telling it like it is'?"
The other boy and girl had come over to them by now and
stood waiting for Max to answer. He said: "You can call
me a smart-ass, I guess. I'm always pointing out the
obvious, like what a bunch of losers the football
players at this school are. For some reason they seem
to take offense at that." He flashed that smile again.
Now he introduced Jerry's girlfriend, whose name was
Kelly, and invited Robyn to the Phoenix, a cafe where,
apparently, all the kids hung out after school.
Robyn, though, had had as many new experiences she
could take in one day, and excused herself.
Max refused to let her walk home alone, so eventually
she let him walk by her side all the way to her house.
***
That night at dinner Robyn got the third degree. Her
parents were conscientious about their only child, and
wanted to make sure she was both safe and happy. In
short, they wanted to know everything that went on in
her young life.
"Robyn, how were things at school today?" her father
asked, serving himself a portion of casserole.
Robyn didn't want to complain about the school, and
couldn't tell her parents about how she really felt,
because she really didn't want to be sent to another
Catholic School. She'd insisted on being allowed to
attend a public school, and if now she made the smal-
lest complaint, or admitted how confused she was
feeling, they'd probably transfer her to a private
school.
She smiled at her father. "Things were fine today,
dad. I figured out how things work, and feel pretty
good about the place."
Her mother just looked at her without saying a word.
Her father said: "Well, you know, if things don't
work out you can always enroll at St. Bartholomew's.
I hear their academic record is unparalleled in both
mathematics and English literature, and you know how
much you like those subjects."
"Yes, daddy, but things are working out just fine at
Mountain View." She hoped she sounded confident.
After dinner, Robyn helped her mother clear the table.
As they were loading the dishwasher her mother said:
"Robyn, you know that we love you, and that we're
proud of you. You've always been such a good girl,
and you're so smart. We're trusting you to make the
right decisions." Having spoken her mind, she wiped
her hands on the kitchen towel and turned to leave.
Robyn wasn't sure what her mother was trying to tell
her, so she asked what she had meant by trusting her
to make the right decisions.
Her mother looked a little embarrassed, and said,
with a slight nervous stutter: "Baby, it's just that
you've always lived in a protected environment, and
now that you're in a public school, in a strange
city... well, I guess I worry about you." She sighed,
then concluded: "I just hope you don't get hurt by
anyone, and that you meet nice people, that's all."
Robyn looked at the worry-lines etched on her mother's
pretty face, and hugged her, reassuring her that she
could take care of herself.
***
That night she couldn't sleep. She was nervous about
school, and about Max, and Jerry, and Kelly, and the
events of the day. Deep down inside she felt scared;
so many things were different. But she also felt
excited.
She had really liked Max; he was so smooth (a term
she and her girlfriends used for boys that looked
dreamy). Fantasies involving a silver-clad knight on
a white horse began their familiar swirl through her
thoughts.
As she thought about Max, and what he'd be like as a
boy friend, Robyn began to brush her nipples with her
fingers, soon making them erect. The fantasy was her
favorite, and Max fit the bill perfectly.
Although she'd never consider sleeping with him,
Robyn did have a healthy teenager's sex drive. A
mental image of the handsome boy making love to her
was all it took to make her put one hand to work
between her silken thighs.
A slow massage of her breasts and mons soon brought
her a sweet orgasm. It was always the same; a 'dreamy
boy' could always make her come, at least in her
imagination. Of course, she'd never do anything like
that in real life; at any rate not until she was
married, and then, she knew, she'd want to do it
every night.
She concentrated on that thought, which made her
excited again, and soon afterwards she experienced
another, longer, more intense orgasm.
Eventually Robyn drifted off to sleep. Her last
conscious thought was: 'let tomorrow take care of
itself', and she had a fleeting image of her
fantasy Max, naked and standing before her.
***
Her mother called out: "Robyn! You'd better get the
lead out. You'll be late if you don't leave right
now!"
Robyn wasn't quite ready to leave. She'd gotten up on
time and eaten a fast breakfast, but she wasn't
satisfied with her clothes. She had changed for the
third time and she was still unhappy about how she
looked. But time was up, and she had to leave for
school and another stressful day at Mountain View
High.
Going through the front door, she was stopped in her
tracks by the sight of Max, standing almost exactly
where she'd left him the night before.
It briefly occurred to her that he'd been standing
there all night, but of course that was absurd.
"Hi beautiful! Sleep well?" Robyn looked into his
eyes, trying to tell if he meant anything by that
statement. Why would he mention her sleeping unless
he'd "seen" her? No way! she thought.
She covered up her slight confusion by giving him a
brilliant smile. "Yes, Max, as always. Thanks for
asking."
They walked to school together, Robyn trying to get
information about the town and school, and Max trying
to find out more about her. It was just a ten-minute
walk, so neither got much of what they were after.
Robyn found out that the school revolved around
football, and that the players were regarded as some
kind of god-like beings who could do no wrong. She was
told she'd probably like Mr. Stephens, their homeroom
teacher, but probably not the principal, Mrs. Lucas.
Max found out very little, but he looked at her a
lot. Robyn was 5'5", maybe 120 lbs - and beautiful.
Max thought that the nickname he'd given her -
"Beautiful" - really suited her. He knew that her hair
was really blonde (no way could she fake those
highlights), she had a supple body and a graceful way
about her. She was different from the other girls he'd
known in town.
"Max! Are you listening to me?"
He started. He'd been walking beside this girl,
drinking in her looks, but not listening to a word she
was saying.
"Sorry. I guess I've got a lot on my mind. What were
you saying?"
"Typical man! Why don't guys ever listen?" But she was
smiling, and not at all put out.
Max silently answered her question with the thought:
'Hard to hear you through those good looks, baby.'
***
School was going great. Robyn soon found that she would
have no trouble with her studies. She was enjoying the
challenge, and even thought she might come out at the
top of the junior class if she applied herself.
Things had developed with Max and his gang, and Robyn
was now part of the tapestry of daily life at Mountain
View High.
After school she invariably ended up at the Phoenix and
hung out for a couple of hours, but she always excused
herself in plenty of time to get her homework done. Her
social life and academic life were going great, and her
parents were proud of her.
The only cloud on her horizon was the rivalry between
Max's faction, on the one hand, and Taylor Carry, the
captain of the football team, and the football
groupies', as Max called them, on the other.
There was constant conflict, and real animosity,
between these two groups of students. Robyn tried to
stay friends with everyone, but one day some of the
boys on the team cornered Max and Jerry by themselves
and beat them up.
Robyn was mad that they could get away with something
like that, and went to the principal, Mrs. Lucas, to
complain. She was told in no uncertain terms that it
was all Max's fault, and to mind her own business.
After that there was no love lost between Robyn and the
football team captain. She knew that it was Taylor who
had personally beaten up Max. Max made things worse by
saying it didn't matter; that things like that happened
in life.
This was the event that made Robyn change her direction
in life.
***
Max looked like he was in a lot of pain as Robyn helped
him home that afternoon, leaning on her shoulder as he
limped up to his front door.
They entered the quiet house together and he yelled for
his mother. No reply.
"Damn! I forgot. She's at Aunt Lori's today. Thanks,
beautiful. I'll take it from here," he said.
"There's no way I'm leaving you until you're tucked up
in bed. I know you, Max. You'll sit around watching TV
and eating potato chips all afternoon." She wouldn't
listen to any arguments and led the way up the carpeted
stairway. "You get out of those dirty clothes and into
a robe, and I'll get a hot bath going for you."
Max gave a long look at his very determined, very
attractive girlfriend. Then he shrugged, and limped
into his bedroom to do what he'd been told.
Robyn didn't quite know how to look after Max, but her
heart went out to him. She thought it might be her
maternal instinct taking over, but she also felt kind
of aroused by his obvious vulnerability. Seeing a Max
who wasn't in complete control of the situation made
her feel loving, and close to him.
She was testing the water running into the big bathtub
when Max stepped up behind her. "Hey, beautiful, I
really appreciate this."
Robyn turned round and was rewarded with a kiss and a
brief hug.
In a rather husky voice she said: "You'd better get in
while the water's hot."
Max was about to step into the tub, when Robyn pulled
his robe down and away from his body, letting it drop
to the floor. She couldn't stop herself. She knew that
what she was doing was wrong, but it seemed so right at
that moment. She had to see for herself what damage had
been done to his body. She also wanted to see if he
measured up to her fantasy figure.
Max was startled as he felt his robe being pulled away.
He'd expected Robyn to go and wait in the bedroom for
him, or maybe in the hall outside, so they could talk.
Her behavior seemed totally out of character.
She looked into his eyes, then at the bruises on his
neck and shoulders. Max felt something like an electric
current run through his body when her gaze fell on his
penis, and he felt it stirring into a state of
hardness.
He quickly stepped into the big Jacuzzi-style tub and
sat down in the hot, muscle-relaxing water. He
stretched out full length, expelling an "Ahhhh" as he
settled in. All his muscles soon became relaxed - bar
one.
Robyn still couldn't seem to help herself. Her eyes, as
if by their own will, began to roam up and down Max's
naked body. She was amazed to find that he looked even
better than she'd imagined. A boy's body could be
beautiful to look at - muscley and brown, so...
different from a girl's.
The bruises were awkward intrusions into Robyn's
fantasy, but they weren't that bad. She felt her face
glowing hot with embarrassment when she realized that
she'd been mostly staring at Max's erection, and that
he had been watching her as she looked at it. Her blood
rushed through her veins at the sight of his swollen
penis, magnified by the water.
She hadn't known quite what to expect, but to see him
with an erection in front of her like that was beyond
anything in her fantasies. He was beautiful. IT was
beautiful!
Unable to speak, she knelt down beside the tub and
watched, mesmerized by the sight of his naked body in
the hot clear water.
Max, not knowing what else to do, began washing his
shoulders in an awkward, self-conscious way.
Robyn realized that it was her staring that had made
him feel uncomfortable. Without a word she took the
washcloth from his bruised hand and said: "I might as
well be of some use. Lean forward, handsome, and I'll
wash your back."
Max painfully leaned forward and Robyn began gently to
wash him. She dipped the cloth into the tub and ran the
hot water over him, then swirled the cloth all over his
back.
Soon the cloth was dropped into the water and it was
just her hand rubbing his back. 'Bare skin on bare
skin', she thought, rubbing away.
When she'd finished with his back, Max lay down in the
tub and relaxed. They talked now about small things
they'd both experienced, the kind of things couples
share. Robyn knelt at the side of the tub washing his
shoulders and chest, and Max luxuriated in the
sensation of her hands on his skin and her eyes on his
body. He'd never experienced anything quite like this
before. He was surprised that it was such an intense
feeling just to know that his beautiful girlfriend was
looking at him.
He kept his eyes closed because he didn't think he
could take the sight of her staring at him for too
long. Then...
Max jumped when Robyn slid her hand down his chest, to
his crotch.
"Wow! How about warning a guy!" Then "Hmmmmm, that's
nice, Robyn, ohh..."
She had run her hand down to Max's hard-on on an
impulse. She'd been looking at it through the water,
but the soap had begun to obscure it from view, and the
thought of what it would feel like to hold it had
become overpowering...
To her surprise it felt soft and silky. Robyn had never
thought about what a boy's penis would feel like, but
soft and silky wasn't what she would have expected. She
cupped his testicles, and gave them a light squeeze;
she knew that boys were terribly sensitive there, so
she was careful.
Then she ran her fingers up the shaft and closed them
around the swollen head. "Mmmmm, Max, you feel
heavenly," she said as she grasped his shaft again,
this time a little harder, and began to jack him. She
knew about male masturbation, but only from books, and
she hoped she was doing it right.
Max lay like a live wire in the water. He didn't know
where this would lead - he'd been totally surprised by
Robyn's actions so far - but when she started to
masturbate him, he was happy to just lie there with his
eyes closed, and let the electric sensations flow
through his body.
As Robyn brought him closer to orgasm, Max considered
the possibility that they might have sex. He had
considered their relationship to be a platonic one,
because of the modest way she always behaved, but new
possibilities now crowded into his mind. He felt so
good; he was coming...
"Unggh... Ahhhhhhhhh, Robyn! Oh yeah, oh god...YES!"
She watched her fantasy sweetheart squirming in the
water as she masturbated him. She couldn't believe
how hot it made her to pleasure him with her hand. Her
gaze became riveted even more firmly to his swollen
penis as white jets of sperm began to shoot from its
pinkish-purple cock-helmet (she giggled to herself at
the description that had popped into her head).
The sight of him coming was tremendously erotic. First
one big spurt shot up and hit his chest; then smaller
ones splattered onto his stomach. Strings of sperm
begin sinking into the water, while the strength of
his come began to ebb. She noticed that a glob of sperm
had landed onto her fingers, and without thinking she
brought her hand to her lips (all the while looking
into her boyfriend's eyes) and licked it clean.
She had thought it might taste funny, and was
determined, in any case, not to make a face in front
of Max. But in fact, it tasted okay; in her aroused
state, it actually tasted quite sexy.
There was a moment of silence as they stared into each
other's eyes, realizing what had just taken place
between them. Then Max reached out for Robyn.
"Robyn, why don't you come in the tub with me? There's
plenty of room."
"I've got all my clothes on, silly. Besides, you're
covered with bruises, and need to rest."
Max smiled. "I feel like a million dollars, and anyhow,
I want to return the favor."
Robyn was sorely tempted to undress then and there,
but remembered she wasn't on the pill (she gave herself
a mental note to take care of that).
She knew that one thing would inevitably lead to
another, and then another, and it all came back to
pregnancy. "Max, I'd like to, but not now. Maybe
another time, but..."
He held Robyn's hand and was gently pulling her toward
him. She had either to move forward or resist, and she
told herself she was afraid of hurting him.
The result was that she was slowly pulled into the tub
of water to join Max. The sensation of being fully
clothed in a bathtub of warm water was a new one for
Robyn. Her clothes clung to her skin. She hadn't even
taken off her shoes, and they were filling with water.
Max scooted over to one side and she sank to her neck
beside him. From where she was lying she saw a little
floating string of Max's sperm settle against her
jeans-clad thigh.
Max was all action now; no longer just the passive
recipient. He wanted to return the feelings that Robyn
had given him, but realized he couldn't fuck her; he
loved her too much to get her pregnant. It was going to
be hard for him, because he was sure he could get her
to do it with him if he tried.
Robyn already felt warm and aroused by her recent
experience, and now her boyfriend's hand was massaging
her breast through her blouse; now tracing the shape of
her nipple.
She felt she was in her personal fantasy, but now it
was a boy doing it to her instead of herself. It
felt... fantastic.
Her eyes flew open when Max's hand slipped into her
blouse, and caressed her soapy breasts. 'God, how that
feels!' she thought.
Max had become hard again, and he tried to fight
his urges. For the moment he just wanted to give Robyn
an orgasm, and he tried to keep that in mind as he
began unbuttoning her blouse. Then it was her bra;
and his lips fastened on her nipples - first one, then
the other. Then his hand was pushing at her pants. Then
it was inside her panties...
Robyn felt dimly that things were probably going too
far and too fast, but she decided to do whatever Max
wanted -- because she loved him.
He pushed her wet panties down her thighs and started
stroking her, and her fantasy was in full swing again.
She began to wonder what it would be like to have Max
between her legs; to have his big, swollen organ buried
deep inside her.
As he began fingering Robyn's slit, he thought: 'I
don't think I can stand this much longer.' She was
actually pushing herself onto his fingers, rubbing
herself against him and encouraging him to move faster.
Her breathing came in ragged gasps as Max brought her
ever closer to orgasm. He reached out with his foot and
flicked the drain on the tub. The water level began to
drop, and at the same time Max eased himself on top of
Robyn's soaked body.
Robyn gasped as Max's stiff penis penetrated her. The
pressure of his body on top of hers pushed her down
into the water that was draining from the bath. Her
ears went under the water, while her face was still
above it.
In that position she could no longer hear a sound. Her
world became one of almost total silence as Max began
to move inside her. The only thing she could hear was
her own heartbeat pounding in her chest; the sound
infernal, deafening. Every nerve was taut as they
thrashed about in the disappearing water, making love
in earnest.
It flashed through Robyn's brain like a rocket: 'We're
doing it! We're really doing it!' She wasn't sure what
to think; her thoughts just wouldn't come together.
Max was thrusting in and out of her, and she pushed
back against each thrust in an almost reflex action.
She was fast approaching orgasm. Her mental image of
Max on top of her and inside her was helping to push
her toward a gigantic come.
Max had tried, but just hadn't been able to stop
himself. Robyn was just too beautiful, just too sexy
looking and too willing, to allow him the control he
wanted to show. And now the feel of her... it was just
too much.
With one final thrust, held firmly inside Robyn,
emptying himself into his lovely bathmate, making a
low, groaning sound as he came.
The tub was nearly empty now, and Max's groan was the
first thing Robyn heard as her ears cleared the water.
Her eyes were wide open, and she could feel him pulsing
inside her. She realized what had occurred and made a
whimpering sound as her lover's fulfillment triggered
her own orgasm. Her beautiful body bucked uncontrol-
lably under his as she reached the zenith of her own
orgasm.
She tried to tell him that she loved him and was glad
that he had come, but all she could say was: "Max, oh
Max..."
When they had regained their senses, both saw the funny
side of lying, bedraggled, in a bathtub. Robyn was the
first to start giggling, then Max joined in and soon
they were both laughing and hugging each other.
After a while, though, it was time to think about the
possible consequences of what they had done, and Max
began to worry that he'd put his sweetheart in
jeopardy.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I
didn't mean this to happen; honest I didn't."
Robyn was worried too, but she said: "I wanted it just
as much as you did, Max. If I didn't it wouldn't have
happened." She tweaked Max's now flaccid penis. "But I
have to get on the pill, because I want some more of
this!"
She looked at it again and said: "Oh my, but how it
grows!. Guess I'd better dry off and put something on
before we have a repeat performance."
They padded barefoot into Max's bedroom, wrapped in
towels. Robyn put on Max's robe and went downstairs to
dry her clothes in the laundry dryer, and Max slowly
dressed, thinking the whole time about Robyn's amazing
body and the pleasure he'd had from it.
Continued in part 2...
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