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From: Julia Grey <juliagrey@gmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sophomore Life, Part II (mf Mf oral)
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Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 03:10:04 -0500
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks again for the feedback. This picks up where part
1 left off.  The tone changes, and I think it ends in a good place. I
may pick up more of the events that followed.

As with all my stories so far, this is based on events in my life, but
slightly fictionalized to protect myself, and to make it a bit more
interesting ;)

And again, I welcome any and all feedback.
----

I didn't break up with Jack. That Saturday, when our football team
played, I was on the sidelines cheering with everyone else. We started
having sex regularly, and I actually began to enjoy it a bit. I still
didn't cum, but it made me feel wanted, sexy, grownup.

Everything was focused on him. I didn't realize it then. But I would
blow him, let him feel me up, jack him off, lie still while he fucked
me. A few times I got on top, which I actually enjoyed more, but
mostly it was me on my back with my legs spread for him. He'd feel me
up, but only to get me wet, and he would never kiss my clit, and I was
far to shy to ask him to.

I had decided it was just the price I paid for having him. I was not
alone in this. Two of my good friends were in similar situations,
fucking guys who said they loved them.

Jack wanted to know where I learned to suck dick. I didn't want to
tell him. Eventually bits of the story emerged, how an older cousin
had done things to me. Jack was too damn immature to realize the full
weight of this. I actually think it turned him on. He had already seen
that he could make me do what he wanted.

So that's how things went until late November. We'd go out, have some
fun, I'd let him have his way with me. I had gotten bolder, but still
felt a lot of guilt at different times.

Late November, though, things changed. There was an away game, the
team staying overnight in a hotel two hours from home. I had talked my
parents into letting me go. I was staying in a room with the
girlfriend of another player. Of course I ended up in the room with
Jack,making out. His roommate came in, a guy named Gary. Gary was nice
enough to me, but a little lewd.

I tried to pull away when Gary walked in, but Jack pulled me back.
"Don't mind me," Gary said, "You two are having too much fun."  I
resisted more than usual, but not enough to stop my shirt and bra from
being removed.  As Jack sucked my tits I saw Gary leering at me,
rubbing his cock through his jeans.

There was a knock at the door. Gary opened it, while I pulled the
sheet up over my chest. It was Lisa, his girlfriend, another senior,
who immediately came in and started kissing him.  She cheerfully said
"Hi!" to me as her shirt was unbuttoned and her pants pulled off.

They were on one bed, dry humping, while Jack continued to kiss and
fondle me. I wanted to die. But I watched, fascinated, as Lisa's bra
was removed. Her tits were much bigger than mine, about a C cup. Her
body was perfect.

I noticed Jack slowing down a bit on me, and realized he, too was
watching Lisa. This was too much for me, lying half undressed while my
boyfriend drooled over another girl.  I pushed him off me.

"Hey! Julia, what the fuck?" I realized tears were streaming down my
cheeks. I pulled my shirt on.

"I can't handle this," I lied; that wasn't the reason. It would do. He
protested, but I grabbed my bra and went out.  I made it to my room
(which was of course empty; the girl I was supposedly staying with off
with *her* boyfriend) and fell onto the bed, crying.

After a while I changed into clothes I could sleep in. I felt
miserable. As I was sliding into the covers there was a knock at my
door. I jumped. Was it Jack? I half-hoped it was, but part of my just
wanted to be left alone.

I peered through the peephole. Lisa stood outside the door. "Julia?"
She knocked again. "It's Lisa, open up."  I considered ignoring her. I
opened the door anyway.

"Hey girl, you ok?" She seemed genuinely concerned. I found I couldn't
talk. I nodded. "Bullshit," she said, but smiled sweetly at me. "Can I
come in? It's cold out here."

We sat on the bed I had been about to sleep in. "What happened, honey?
I know that's not your first time Jack." I felt myself blushing, for
some odd reason. She'd seen my stripped to the waste, I'd seen her
almost fuck a guy, but her knowing I wasn't a virgin freaked me out,
which made no sense.

I did, however, find my voice. "First time with an audience."

She laughed slightly, brushing her blond hair back. "Yeah, boys will
be boys. No big deal, though. If you don't like it, you don't like it.
I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of, but hey it's your
call, right?"

We ended up talking for a while. I had never really talked with her.
She was surprisingly funny. She was also ok with how she was used by
Gary.

After an hour or so, however, I found myself noticing things. The
swell of her breasts, her nipples poking through the material. The
elegant line of her neck. I suddenly found myself blushing, wondering
what she'd look like completely naked.

"What is it, Julia?"

"Nothing," I stammered. "I'm fine."  But I wasn't, I was attracted to
her. And it scared me to death.

I survived the night, and the trip home. I made up with Jack, letting
him fuck my mouth quickly seemed to do the trick. He held me by my
head while he ejaculated in my mouth. I swallowed it all.

The next weekend was another away game, but this time they just drove
there and back. My birthday had come and gone, I was now 16.  I just
didn't want to go. Lisa and I stayed behind. She invited me to a
party, one thrown by some friends of hers, now in college.

It was loud, crowded, and fun.  I met a guy named James who liked
dancing with me. I found out he was 21, a junior at the college.  He
was about six feet tall, slim, very handsome, dark hair and eyes.  I
found myself with him in a back room, kissing.

Oddly, I felt guilty. "I have a boyfriend."

James pulled back. "Is he here?"  I shook my head.  "Do you want to stop?"

Odd thing was, I felt he meant it. Really wanted to know. I shook my
head again.  Shortly I was lying on the floor, James on top of me,
pulling up my shirt, sucking my tits. I pulled him too me. He unzipped
my pants, slid them down. I was so ready to have him in me.

He did the unexpected. He kissed my thighs. He ran a finger along my
slit, then probed slowly, gently, into me.  I felt his hot breath on
my clit.

"Oh my God," I thought, "He's gonna..." And he did. His tongue darted
out, flicking my clit. I tensed, arching my back. Two fingers in me
now, he began eating me, pleasuring me expertly.

I placed one hand on his head. I was groaning, muttering obscenities.
God it was *so* good. My other hand pulled my nipples, first one then
the other. I felt the pressure building in me.  I came in a rush,
clamping down on his fingers, humping myself onto them, closer to that
wonderful tongue.

He slowed down, kissing me gently. I lay there panting as he sat up,
smiling, and slid on a condom. I opened my legs for him, holding my
arms out. He pulled me into a sitting position, sat in front of me. He
pulled me onto him, impaling me on his wonderful cock that filled me,
pressing deeply. I wrapped my legs around him, facing him, and began
to rock. His hands gripped my ass.  He kissed me, deeply. I felt one
of his fingers press on my asshole. Normally I would have recoiled,
but I was too far gone here. Between the passion of his kisses, the
fullness on my cunt, the pressure on my clit rubbing between us, and
the surprising pleasure on his finger sliding to the first knuckle
into my ass... I came again. Harder than the first time.

"Christ!" He pulled me down, hard. He rolled forward, putting my on my
back, legs in the air. He pounded me in earnest, his eyes shut,
muscles straining. I needed him, *wanted* him to cum in me.  For the
first time I was glad when he did, wishing there was no latex between
us.

Before we left I sucked him off. He sat in a chair while I knelt
before him. He was very gentle, let me control things. I was my idea
to do it, nothing forced. I revelled in his feeling, the cock in my
mouth, balls in my hand, watching his face, feeling his cum shoot into
me.

Lisa drove me home that night. "You seemed to have a good time with
ol' Jimmy," she teased.  I suddenly felt guilty.  "Hey, relax, Julia.
He does his thing, you do yours.  Right?"

I pondered that. I looked at her. She was facing ahead, watching the
road. So pretty.  I thought again how much I wanted her. This time I
didn't blush.

I smiled.

"Right."

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