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Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2006 01:10:01 -0500
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This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should 
not be viewed by those under the legal age.

This story is the property of the author.  It may be redistributed, copied 
and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial 
entities.  Using this material in any commercial publication, including 
websites, without the express permission of the author, is not permitted.

This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction.  In 
real life, use a condom.  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser 
sexual diseases await people as "naive" as the characters described here.


Feeling It (mf, ff, con, impreg?)
by Assymetry

Amanda was horny.

Horny enough to wish she hadn't dumped Chad.  Almost.

The recent high school graduate had really wanted to go to the frat
formal Chad had claimed he'd been invited to -- so much so that
she was balancing her cell phone in the palm of her hand; torn
between her pride and her lust.  Pride was quickly losing.

Her musings were abruptly halted when the phone went off in her
hand and Stacy's picture (hair wet, with a goofy grin in a swimsuit
at the beach) popped onto the screen.

"Hey... You said Chad was gonna take you to the Sigma Pi formal
right?"

"Yeah.  He was," Amanda replied, emphasizing the 'was'.

"Well, do ya still wanna go?"

"Of course!  How?"

Stacy excitedly explained: "Well, my brother's roommate at State
is in State's chapter of Sigma Pi and the two of them and two other
frat brothers are coming into town for the party.  So they're
meeting up with a couple of girls my brother went to high school
with but there's only two so he invited you and me along!"

"How old are they?" asked Amanda, her head full of visions of
recent college grads with no idea how to spend their six-figures.

"They all just finished freshman year," Stacy said, still
enthusiastic, "but college is college."

"Totally," Amanda agreed.  "But what will I wear?"

"Don't worry.  This is a *frat* formal.  Recycling your prom dress
is totally cool.  We'll come get you at six."

"Okay," Amanda agreed warily, thinking of her tight dress of
shimmery green and the stain she'd forgotten to remove.  "I'll see
you then I guess."

"Awesome."  Stacy's voice left with an abrupt 'click'.

***

Amanda had already washed her hair, shaved and lotioned by five,
but she was still procrastinating. The hard part of her preparations
was still ahead of her.

Prom night had been awesome.  A perfect last night out with her
friends, many of whom left town shortly afterwards and who, with
the exception of holiday trips home, were probably gone for good.

Things had almost been perfect with Chad too.  They'd been
fooling around in the same motel as half their school.  Chad had
Amanda pressed against the wall and they were lost in the deepest
kisses of her life.  Chad's tongue had entered her mouth first, but
Amanda's had pushed back and was now having her way in and
out of Chad's.

Assisted by some ill-gotten champagne, Chad was even more
forward than usual.  Instead of the typical fumbling caresses of her
ass and tits, he abruptly reached right up under her slinky green
dress with both hands and hooked her thong with his thumbs.
Yanking it down quickly, the flimsy material tore.

Chad's eyes widened with fear of Amanda's anger, but the sound of
the panties ripping had let loose a flood of juice from Amanda's
pussy like nothing before.  She moaned into his mouth and rubbed
the green silk of her dress over the hard bulge in his pants.

Chad wasted no time.  He reached down, unzipped and guided his
stiff cock out of his pants.

"Did you remember...?" Amanda asked breathily.

"Of course!" Chad smiled and looked down, fishing a condom out
of his pocket, missing the slightly disappointed look on Amanda's
beautifully made up face.  He tore open the package and eased the
condom onto his achingly hard, 5" cock.

Keeping Amanda pinned to the wall he raised her dress slightly so
that his cock could slip under.  Chad wanted to fuck her in the
dress.  He'd never seen Amanda, or anyone else, look as sexy as
she had tonight and the idea of sliding his cock into her was
blowing his mind.

Chad bent his knees and Amanda felt the rubbery head of Chad's
cock nudging around her flat belly.  Chad was a bland 5'10" but
Amanda was only 5'2".  His cock might as well be a mile from her
slick thighs and dripping pussy.  This wasn't going to work!

"Get me the footstool, doofus," Amanda giggled.

Quickly complying, Amanda was more than half a foot higher in
the air when Chad leaned in to kiss her again.  This time his cock
slipped under her dress with ease.  The artificial texture of the
condom dragged along Amanda's thighs, felt rough at first before
picking up enough of her moisture to slide around.  Amanda could
only wonder how horrible an unlubricated condom must be!

"God you look beautiful tonight.  Absolutely amazing."

Amanda's tummy fluttered and she paused to smile before
spreading her thighs as wildly as she could while keeping her
balance.  Chad suddenly felt the head of his cock catch inside
Amanda's shaven pussy lips.  He stopped for a second.  Then,
looking her deep in her eyes, he pushed her tongue out of his
mouth and into hers as he pushed up and into her tight, sucking
pussy.  Amanda moaned with pleasure.

Chad and Amanda slowly yet frantically rocked together until
Chad's cock was completely encased in her pussy.  Amanda smiled
again as Chad started to back out, then plunge back in.  He
repeated again and again, slowly building speed.

She had an idea.  Moaning loudly (and only half faking) she started
to ride Chad the best she could.  As his eyes got more and more
distant, she spoke when she sensed the time was right: "Sweetie?
Take off the condom."  She felt so fucking dirty.  It was
unbelievable.

"What?!" Chad's cock abruptly stopped sliding within her, which
Amanda regretted.

In her most seductive voice she said, "We always use condoms.
And I've only ever been with you."  Not quite true, she thought.
"So I've never felt bare skin in me." Which was completely true.

"But... babies?" Chad was nearly incoherent as he slowly started
half-heartedly fucking her again.

The resumed sensation in her pussy gave her the extra resolve she
needed.  Amanda felt so sexy and mature trying to get her own
way.  "I finished my period yesterday.   Plus I'm standing.   I'll be
fine.   Do it please!"

As she spoke, Chad resumed fucking her in earnest.  More excited
than ever.

"Uh... okay."  Chad gave her a few more quick pumps before
sliding out.

Amanda reached down and started working the sticky condom off
Chad's short cock.  She relished the touch of his bare skin.  Too
much.

As she guided Chad's cock back to her gaping pussy she continued
jacking him and he abruptly exploded.  Globs of cum hit her
thighs, the wall, and worst of all her beautiful dress that cost far
more than she'd admitted to her mom.

"Oh god!  I'm so sorry but that was so good baby."

Now Amanda was angry.

***

Twenty minutes had passed.  It was now 5:20 and Amanda's
reminiscing had accomplished nothing except getting her worked
up -- in more ways than one.  Her hand was inside her yellow
panties, diddling her pussy and smearing her thin, sticky cream all
over.  She even was wetter than usual, which was saying
something.

Of course!  Amanda realized she was at her most fertile for the
next few days.  That made her feel sexy.  Looking at herself in the
mirror she smiled at the girl before her.  Amanda was clad only in
the yellow thong, her blown-dry red hair cascading to her
shoulders and her A-cup breasts, the same clear, cream of the rest
of her skin, were capped with engorged nipples like miniature
strawberries.

This was as good as she looked, she thought and frowned.  Her tits
were too small and even though she weighed only 95 pounds she
felt her belly still had too much curvature despite the rest of her
being too skinny.  A more impartial observer would have disagreed
vehemently before trying to fuck her, but Amanda was alone and
feeling critical.

She would have to get another pair of panties before going out too!
Or would she?  Her mood brightened as she again felt sexy.  They
were a mess, but it turned her on to be wearing her juices.

Finally resigning herself to googling "cum stain removal" she
found what she needed.  Again in more ways than one, though
there wasn't enough time for that...

Believe it or not, the set up stain lifted away, not even leaving the
dress visibly wet.

When the limo (Amanda was thrilled!) showed up at 6:25 she was
ready to go.  A stunning repeat of her prom self, though without
the hassle of a day of hair and make-up appointments.  Proms are
such a racket, Amanda thought as she stepped into the car.

***
The limo was awesome.  Ever-changing, multicolored lights ran
around the roof, illuminating the plush red interior with an exotic
haze.  Amanda made the eighth passenger, however, and despite
the seemingly huge exterior things were quite cozy.

She settled down next to Stacy, who was dressed in a forest green,
sequined dress that ran down to her knees, but had a slit all the way
back up to her thigh.  She looked great.

Across from her were two girls, one a tall, tanned blonde who was
a bit chunky, with thick thighs and ample breasts spilling from her
short dark dress, and the other an equally tall girl with dark,
brownish-purple skin and the skinniest ankles Amanda had ever
seen.  She was amazed that they didn't snap when she walked.
Maybe she just lived in the limo...

At the other end of the limo was Stacy's brother, Alan, who had
apparently decided that he looked good with a beard since Amanda
had last seen him.

She presumed that Alan's roommate was the one laughing next to
him in the sharp blue suit because across from him and next to
Amanda were two guys that had to be the two frat boys from out of
town.  Technically, they weren't dressed exactly alike, but both
wore light blue shirts, dark dress jackets, red ties, brown shoes, no
socks and jeans.  Jeans, for a formal!  Albeit nice, mall jeans
(probably from the same store) they just weren't appropriate.  But
they were nice and tight.  Amanda decided the lost a lot of points
for originality but made some back for cuteness.

Amanda quickly found out that the dynamic duo were named
Bryon and Tim.  They actually seemed pretty cool.  As they
chatted about parties and TV, Bryon's leg pressed warmly against
Amanda's outer thigh.  The roughness of his jeans felt wonderful
against her freshly shaven skin.

The limo had a mini bar (locked) but Alan had brought along a
bottle of bourbon.   Breaking out crystal tumblers, Alan gave
everyone a generous half-inch of the amber liquid.  Stacy and
Amanda looked at each other, giggled, and gulped down the liquor.
Mostly.

Amanda sputtered as the whiskey burned down her throat, infusing
her with what she thought was the flavor of charcoal.  This was not
the drink for her.  On the other hand Allison, the curvy blonde who
was actually pretty cute, took to the whiskey like a fish to water.
Allison quickly downed hers and handed the tumbler back to Alan
for a refill.  She and the boys started to make quick work of the
bottle while Stacy, Nicole (the fourth girl) and
Amanda made small talk.

Nicole was Allison's roommate.  They'd been volleyball players
together in high school and now they were both working at the
mall for the summer.  Nicole was wearing a gorgeous fox stole -
presumably fake.  Did that make it faux fox, Amanda wondered?
Beneath it she was wearing a beautiful cream dress that rested high
on her brown legs - it was a good thing she had them crossed.

Allison on the other hand was not just laughing hard with the boys,
but splaying her legs wide.  Lost at first in her conversation with
Stacy and Nicole, Amanda slowly realized that she could see
straight up Allison's black dress to her white satin-covered crotch.

Amanda coughed to get Allison's attention.  To her surprise, when
Allison looked back to her she winked!  Returning her focus to the
boys, Allison scooted around in the seat exposing a bit more of her
plump thighs and illuminating her crotch enough that Amanda
could make out the dark crease of her pussy.

Amanda was not going to be outdone.  It would be weird to open
herself to Stacy's brother, but she'd crushed on him once upon a
time so it was exciting too.  Amanda shimmied her ass on the seat,
relishing the velvety upholstery, until her short dress was
sufficiently moved.  Then, glass in hand, she reached over to Alan
and gestured for some more of the wretchedly strong bourbon.

Alan smiled at her as he poured more into her tumbler, then did the
quick glance at her legs she was counting on.  In the span of a
second Alan looked back to her crotch, took in her white thighs
and yellow panties, looked up again to meet Amanda's eyes and,
recognizing something in them that Amanda herself hadn't realized
was there, grinned and looked back down.

Amanda could feel her pussy warm beneath his stare.  She couldn't
believe the reaction she was getting from him.  Then,
disconcertingly, Alan continued joking and laughing with his
friends though he never seemed to move his eyes from her panties.
Amanda recalled how wet they had been earlier and wondered if
he could tell.  Given a long enough car ride, she might leak enough
for a fresh damp spot to be visible.  In fact, Amanda thought, her
pussy had been so slick all day that her juices might already have
soaked through the flimsy, yellow material.

Amanda relished the feel of the air on her crotch and her skin on
Bryon's leg as she squirmed.  She was sure Bryan had noticed
because, though his gaze remained on Allison's significantly less
sexy satin panties (if only he knew what he was missing!), his
whole body stiffened each time she shifted her smooth legs against
him.  His reaction  was also reassuring.  Amanda was feeling very
sexy indeed.

In the midst of all of this Amanda suddenly realized that Nicole
was looking at her too!  But she didn't have the furtive, little-boy
moves that Alan displayed.  Instead, Nicole was gazing intently at
Amanda's ever moistening panty-covered pussy.  When Amanda
finally caught her eye, Nicole simply smiled a smile that looked
more hungry than amused.

As the limo stopped in front of a restaurant Amanda thought, this
was going to be an interesting night.


The restaurant was an up-scale Thai place with colorful lighting
and unusual, seemingly home-made furniture that was finished
with what looked like carpet in a variety of shades.  The eight of
them were seated at a long table that was just slightly more
spacious than the limousine that waited for them outside.  Both
Bryon and Nicole insinuated themselves next to Amanda so that,
despite her best efforts, she ended up seated in the middle of one of
the benches.  With her bladder, she rarely made it through a meal
without a visit to the bathroom.

Alan cozied up to Nicole at the far end of Amanda's bench, and the
remaining four staggered themselves guy-girl-guy-girl on the
opposite bench.  Tim, the second jeans-at-a-formal boy, ended up
seated directly opposite Amanda and she felt his eyes take in her
slight frame, leading her to fuss with her hair and contemplate
about how little she filled in the dress.

Bryon seemed very interested in a repeat of their leg-to-leg snuggle
from the limo ride and, despite there being enough space for
everyone to be separate, he immediately had his warm outer thigh
pressed against Amanda's.  Amanda thought back to her few,
surprisingly sensual, Tango lessons.  The mini-course at the
community college was anchored in her memory by the feel of her
inner
thigh pressed against the warmth of a well-dressed man's leg.  Her
instructors had been much older, however, and though they'd had
the ultra-thin, hard muscled bodies of dancers, there had never
been any chemistry.  The slow, but seemingly eager, motion of
Bryon's thigh on her bare right leg, however, warmed her deep
inside.  Bryon is a man who would love the Tango, Amanda
thought, and she just might like to be the one to teach him a thing a
or two.

Ordering was quick and despite the relatively elegant dining
conditions the conversation turned to bawdy jokes.  Appetizers
consisting of chicken in what Amanda recognized as peanut sauce
and some sort of light crab cake were served just as Alan was in
the middle of describing a mouse fucking an elephant to the
flushed laughter of everyone but Stacy, who was just flushed with
embarrassment.  Seemingly everyone was hungry, as the food
disappeared and hands became sticky with the spicy sauces.  Not
quite suavely, Bryon brushed his hand on Amanda's as she reached
for a second piece of chicken.  The touch was nice, but he was
beginning to be a little too grade-schoolish for Amanda.

Thoughts of men acting like little boys were swept from her head
when she suddenly felt a sticky hand on her left leg.  Amanda
jumped as the hand first firmly squeezed her smooth flesh then
relaxed to rest on her inner thigh.  It was Nicole!  She didn't know
what to do and simply tensed and remained rigidly still as Nicole's
saucy fingers began tracing curlicues.

Saucy indeed, Amanda thought. She held her tongue, not want to
embarrassingly reveal what was going on.  In fact, she was
beginning to like it.  Somewhat mortified with herself, she stared
straight ahead as Nicole's hand worked closer to her moist pussy.

Tim began to tell an embarrassing story about Bryon over his
objections, presumably worried about what Amanda would think.
He did not need to worry, since Amanda was a world away as
Nicole's finger nudged further between her legs.  Amanda was
relieved to realize that Nicole couldn't keep her hand under the
table forever -- their entrees had to be coming soon.  With an
unthinking sense of urgency she didn't consciously understand,,
Amanda opened her thighs to Nicole's prodding, her pussy tingling
as she did.  Nicole seized the opportunity and quickly made contact
with her panty-clad lips.

Now it was Nicole's turn to jump as she felt the sloppy warmness
of Amanda's over-lubricated pussy for the first time.  The taller girl
felt herself begin to warm as she nervously realized the extent of
what she took to be Amanda's excitement.  She slowly dragged a
finger up Amanda's crevice, causing the again-rigid girl's eyes to
roll upward in pleasure.

Furthering her predicament, Bryon interpreted the extra pressure of
Amanda's spread legs as a come on, and slid his own hand under to
the table to let it rest gently on top Amanda's right knee.  Oblivious
to Nicole's far lewder manipulations inches from his fingers, he
thought he was being roguishly forward.

Though stimulated like never before in her life, Amanda was
terrified.  She was no slut and this was supposed to be a perfectly
normal night out.  She'd hoped maybe to hook-up with someone,
but after the dance and in private.  Somehow two near-strangers
were instead simultaneously feeling her up.  She both wanted to
scream and moan.

Turning to look at her and smile, Bryon gently squeezed Amanda's
knee.  At the same time Nicole wormed a finger under the matted
fabric of Amanda's thong and onto the slick lips of her hairless
pussy.  Nicole wondered if she could actually make Amanda cum
at the table.  She was  surprised at how receptive the diminutive
redhead seemed and eagerly hooked her finger into the heat of
Amanda's vagina.  Dilating her cunt slightly, she pushed inward,
exploring her most intimate place.

Amanda had never, ever been touched by a woman like this.  Sure,
she'd fooled around with her girlfriends.  Even frenched and
rubbed tits on occasion.  But that had been for play and, as much as
she hated to admit it in this public restaurant, this felt like sex.

She stared off into space, her eyes telling a tale of inner conflict, as
Nicole started a slow finger-fuck rhythm in and out of Amanda.
She was becoming hornier by the second even though she felt
completely powerless and used.

Relief washed over Amanda as the waiter returned with their food,
setting platters of rice and broad bowls of various dishes in front of
them.  When Amanda's Pad Thai was placed in front of her Nicole
slipped her finger from Amanda's pliable opening and brought her
hand above the table.
With wide eyes Amanda watched Nicole place her index finger in
her mouth and suck it clean.

Not needing his left-hand right away, Bryon was slower in
withdrawing from Amanda's knee.  He lightly traced her skin,
tickling more than exciting her despite her oversexed state.
Lacking the boldness to move his hand further up her thighs to
where he might have discovered her slickness for himself, Bryon
pulled his hand away and placed it on the table.

Amanda chest heaved with relief.

The rest of the dinner was a blur, albeit a delicious one.  She made
it through dinner without a bathroom break for fear of being alone
with Nicole where her horniness and curiosity might overwhelm
her.

The quick ride from the restaurant to the convention center was
uneventful.  Amanda managed to secure a seat next to Tim and
away from the slightly hurt looking Nicole and the clueless Bryon,
who seemed happy to shimmy up to the now very drunk Allison.
Tim made small talk and before she knew it Amanda found herself
flirting with him in an easy give and take.  He actually had a
surprising bit of personality and wit.  She supposed the jeans had
set the bar pretty low.

As they rolled up, the Amanda saw that the convention center
looked better suited to bingo night and trade shows than rowdy
"formal" dances.  Amanda wondered what lies the frat had told to
arrange their summer vacation tryst.

Feeling glamorous, Amanda emerged in turn from the car and was
slightly disappointed that there was no crowd of reporters to take
note of her arrival.  While the boys haggled with each other over
the tip for the chauffeur, she took in the heavy sounds of the dance
music, still capable of rumbling her belly even outside, as well as
the lighter sounds of laughter and conversation from the various
couples and groups streaming in the doors.

As they walked in Tim began collecting the group's jackets, coats
and wraps, which, while merely impractical if nice-looking
outside, were severe liabilities in the hot-house of the thumping
convention center.  Having enjoyed her trip with Tim, Amanda
took several articles of clothing from him before he became
overloaded.

***

"Thanks for 'helping' me with the coats," Tim said, grinning, as he
dumped his armful unceremoniously onto a table that was already
heaping with outdoor clothing.

"You're welcome," Amanda smiled as she dropped her own,
smaller burden next to Tim's.

"I don't know if I really needed help.  But I think you do."  Tim
was grinning, nearly leering, now.

"What?" Amanda looked at him warily, no longer smiling.

Tim backed off a few steps.  "I'm not trying to be weird.   But,
well... your eyes...  And you're smell.   I don't know about
everyone else, but I can smell sex on you."

Amanda blushed furiously, her cheeks matching her hair.  She
remembered how tight her cold, wet panties had hugged her pussy
all evening.  When she remembered choosing not to change them
after fingering herself before going out, she smiled again.  Fresh,
warm juices began to blend with the old.  Still blushing, she asked
"What of it?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah."  Amanda closed the distance between them and leaned up,
kissing his lips hungrily.

Jackpot, Tim thought!  This girl is awesome.  He reached down
and grasped her ass firmly, relishing the supple flesh beneath the
warm silk.

Amanda moaned into his mouth, not believe how lucky she was,
herself.  This is just what she needed.  She pushed her tits into him,
feeling her nipples harden against him.

Wasting no time, Tim lifted Amanda up off her feet, making her
pussy flood as his strong arms placed her on the edge of one of the
clearest tables.  Kissing her all the while, he scooped a hand down
the front of her dress, cupping Amanda's left tit.

"Careful with the dress..." Amanda said absent-mindedly.  Tim
reached up and pulled both straps down her smooth shoulders.
Amanda shimmied as he rolled the dress downward.

Tim leaned in to suck a hard nipple into his mouth, making
Amanda shriek with pleasure.

And that's when someone else barged into the room, with his own
mound of jackets.

"Shit!"  Tim took the jackets from the grinning gawker and
ushered him out of the room.  Locking the door, he looked back at
Amanda.  She was blushing from her face to her navel. The red
color nearly matched her hair.  Even her small, heaving breasts
were flecked with pink down the center of her chest. Not only was
she hot, she was in heat.

Returning, Tim kissed her as he began to try to release his dick
from his pants.  Succeeding, he thought of the condoms he kept in
his wallet.

"I, uh, don't have any..."

"It's okay!" Amanda interrupted, smiling brightly.  "Just keep me
upright and pull out before you do it!"  Jackpot, she thought.

Grinning to himself now, Tim smiled as his hands eased up her
thin thighs.  Thank God for naive eighteen-year-olds and
Conservative sex-ed, he thought.

When his hands reached her soaking panties, Tim nearly came.
He'd never felt a girl that was this wet before.  Her thighs were
slick and he could feel that the thin material was molded to her
skin from her swollen lips past her asshole and deep into her crack.
Amanda lifted her ass and he barely realized what she wanted in
time to pull them off.

Gazing at his bare 6" cock, Amanda was beside herself.  She
needed to get its hardness inside her soon.  "Please," she asked,
"fuck me."

Not waiting to be asked a second time, Tim pulled her to the edge
of the table and guided his dick with his hand to her smooth-
shaven lips.  The skin of her pussy was ever so slightly darker than
the rest of her and its lips were beginning to gape open. Collecting
a bit of her cream on the head of his cock, he pressed against her
and slipped all the way in before he even realized he'd found her
cunt.

Amanda moaned.  His cock was so warm!  She'd never imagined it
would feel so slippery and good.  She smiled to herself and blurted
"I've never had it without a condom before!"  She blushed again,
realizing what a loser that made her sound like.  For a second time,
Tim almost came without really getting to fuck her.

Maintaining the last of his self-control, he eased his dick most of
the way out of her, then pushed back inwards.  "Be careful," she
gasped, "I think I'm so wet 'cause I'm fertile."  This time he did
lose it.

All he could say was "Ugh" as he began spasming blast after blast
of hot, sticky cum into her unprotected depths.  Realizing what was
happening in her fertile, ovulating pussy, Amanda's first reaction
should have been panic.  Instead she started to cum harder than
ever before in her life.  Her pussy walls pumped Tim's cock
erratically as her cervix dilated, sucking in his dangerous cum.

Trying to make up for long-lost time Tim started sliding his
pulsing dick in and out of her as his orgasm wore down.  The
squelching of Amanda's pussy was exquisite and, looking down,
he could see the white froth of his sperm-laden semen begin to
creep out around the base of his shaft.  Before long Tim's dick
became too sensitive and he stopped thrusting and wrapped his
arms tightly around her.

"Aw, fuck," she said finally.  Gasping for air.

"Yeah," Tim replied.

As his sperm raced up her slimy cuntal walls, Amanda's pussy
continued to grasp Tim's cock like an infant would her father's
finger.

Realizing what he may have done, Tim became tender, nuzzling
her neck briefly before the door started to rattle.  Soon, they
wouldn't be alone.  He pulled out of her with one gooey plop.

For the first, but definitely not the last time in her life, Amanda felt
the warm trickle of potent cum easing from her (currently not-so-
but usually) tight pussy.  It felt good.  It felt natural.  It felt like a
huge mess.

She grabbed her already sticky panties off the table and dabbed at
her gaping lips.  Having collected most of the cum, her bare pussy
again looked fresh but also freshly fucked.  She felt so warm
inside, but dread was starting to fill her too.  Still, she pecked Tim
on the cheek and said "Thanks!  This is for you," as she placed her
slimy, wadded-up panties in the palm of his hand.

Tim had already stowed his cock and smiled as he placed the thong
in his pocket.  He'll remember this for a long time.   Tim gently
tugged the material of her dress up over her breasts and saw to it
that Amanda's dress was straightened. He thought it was
unbelievable how unchanged she looked now - the only evidence
of their activity were the softening points of her nipples.  He
helped her off the table and they walked to the door.

"It's time to dance."

***

Amanda had two problems.  She didn't feel that either should be
stopping her from having the time of her life, but they were.   She
danced with Tim, then Bryon, who'd been dancing with Stacy,
then Stacy herself, then some guy in pleather pants and all she
could think about was how dumb she'd been.  She hated herself.

She was really worried.  The cum had seemed so sexy at the time
but now it seemed like the end of her life.  If she was pregnant now
she didn't know what she would do.  She wanted to still be a kid.

All the while it felt like her pussy dripped and dribbled Tim's cum.
Still anxiously avoiding Nicole, Amanda had not yet managed to
sneak off to a more remote bathroom and thoroughly clean the
spermy residue from her lips.

Even worse, the cum was still sexy.  Knowing it was within her
made Amanda feel older and desirable.  She could give men
babies.  She just didn't want to yet...

As she danced and hopped around the dance hall her bare pussy
continued to occasionally pulse new globs of Tim's cum.  Without
any undies to catch it, Amanda could feel the fluid leaking past her
lips and onto her thighs.  Trying to clamp her pussy muscles only
made things worse, propelling even more cum out of her.  She
thought some may have even plopped onto the floor beneath her!

Between the pounding music and the thronging dancers,
everything was more than overwhelming.  Amanda contemplated
heading to the bathroom, but she didn't know if it was to cry or to
finger herself.  Or both.  She could feel that her own juices had
joined Tim's on her pussy lips, cooling as the air swished beneath
her short dress and across her pantiless crotch.

How she could be turned on and depressed at the same time, she
did not know.

Through one of the momentary windows created by the collective
rhythm of the dancing crowd, Amanda glimpsed a welcome sight.
It was Chad!  Though nothing had changed in how she felt about
him, he looked happy and normal and... good.  Seemingly he was
trying to land on his feet after the breakup and was on the prowl
for a new lady.  Amanda thought to herself that we'll see if an old
lady might not suffice tonight, and giggled at the thought of her
being an old lady.

She worked her meandering way through the crowd, steadily
getting closer to Chad.  When she was not too far he saw her and,
to her great relief, smiled and looked very happy to see her fighting
her way to him.  She smiled weakly at him, letting through enough
of her current state that when he got close to her he swept her up in
a welcome, if uninvited hug.

"Hey... what's wrong?"

"I've had a rough night," Amanda replied.  "Can I hang out with
you some?"

"Of course!" Chad said, relishing the feel of her and the dress that
brought back so many good memories. "You look great."

Amanda smiled and snuggled into him.  It felt so familiar and
comforting.  She knew she didn't want to get back together but she
also knew that right now she needed him.  Separating herself from
him she began to dance, more happily and freely than she had all
evening.

As the tempo increased some of the girls began to move
exaggeratedly, intentionally providing flashes of their panties or
bare ass-cheeks exposed by thongs.  Enjoying herself, Amanda
was tempted to spin and flash her ass to Chad but she refrained
when she realized he might also take in her wet pussy in which
Tim's milk-white cum might still be visible.

When the stretch of fast dances yielded to the inevitable slow
dance, Amanda was having a great time and enjoyed being held
close by Chad.  All around them couples began to sway and not-
so-discreetly make out.  As Amanda relaxed and sighed, Chad bent
over to try for a kiss.

She interrupted him: "I don't want to get back together, Chad."

Seeing the hurt in her eyes she quickly added, "But we can still be
friends.  Good friends."  Chad's uncertain eyes widened as she took
his hand from the small of her back and placed it beneath her dress
on her pantiless ass.  She relished his groan and even through the
thick material of his pants she felt him begin to harden against her.

Again the feeling of urgency in Amanda's pussy took hold of her
and she rubbed against Chad's hardening cock and kissed him.  As
her tongue darted into his mouth, any qualms Chad had about
public lewdness gave way and his hand freely roamed Amanda's
ass.  It may be a formal, but it was a frat formal...

Chad inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped into the cleft
between Amanda's full, unblemished cheeks and discovered there
was no thong covering her most private parts.  Given that she
couldn't possibly be wearing a bra with the thin dress he realized
that Amanda was naked beneath it.  He groaned and squeezed her
ass hard.

"Maybe we should go somewhere?" one of them asked.

"Yeah," said the other.

They quickly fought their way out of the main hall and found
themselves amidst hallways of conference and class rooms.
Though many of the doors were seemingly left ajar for the
janitorial staff, equally many were closed.  As they walked through
the halls Amanda though she heard squeals and moans from behind
more than one.

They found themselves in a small conference room that had a
surprisingly large leather couch at one end.  Wasting no time,
Amanda dragged Chad from the door as soon as he had locked it
and pulled him on top of her on the couch.  She relished the feel of
the cool soft leather as she sank deep into amid a flurry of kisses
from Chad.

Illuminated only by hall lights filtered through vinyl mini-blinds,
the room was dark enough for Amanda to conceal the origin of at
least some of the wetness flooding her pussy.  Pushing Chad away
for a moment, she pulled her dress over her head and placed it
gently on the floor.

Reclining again on the plump contours of the couch she spread her
thin thighs and offered her already gaping pussy to Chad.  "Please,
fuck me."

Chad's mind did backflips while his baser instincts took over,
quickly removing his pants and silk boxers.  Quickly closing the
distance between himself and Amanda his right hand found her left
tit as he frenched her passionately.  His rock hard cock rested
against her leg, already trailing precum.

As Amanda continued to moan and make little humping motions
he brought his cock to her pussy, feeling for the first time how
juicy she was.  She was absolutely soaked!  She's been wanting a
bare cock in there for a while, he thought, and she'll feel extra good
tonight!

"Do you... do you have a condom?" Amanda asked between gasps.
Somehow the allure of unprotected sex had left, though there was
no way she was saying "no" in her current state.

Unfortunately for Chad he had, in fact, packed several away
tonight in the scant hope of meeting, and fucking, a girl to get him
past Amanda.  Slightly crestfallen, he backed off for a second and
fished one from his pants on the floor.  Quickly rolling it onto
himself, he returned dragged his cock across Amanda's white
thighs until his cockhead was against her wet cunt.

Chad's condom-encased shaft felt rubbery to Amanda as it opened
and pressed into her.  Inside she was wet and stretched enough that
they could barely feel each other, but even a minimal sexual
sensation goes a long way and Chad grunted as the base of his
cock was engulfed by her lips.  He then began working in and out,
unknowingly spreading the remainder of Tim's cum throughout
Amanda's pussy in a way that his own never would.

As the sloshy fuck sensations coursed through her, Amanda
thought to herself:  God!  If I'm not pregnant, and my life isn't
over, I gotta do this unprotected again soon...

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