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A Horse In The Dugout
Ethan took the drill downstairs to the garage,
feeling a bit dazed. The image of his sister,
naked, with the drill jammed between her legs, was
burned into his mind. His erection strained
against the front of his jeans and hurt like hell.
He tried to force the image of Pam out of his
mind, but his desire for her was far too strong.
He wished she hadn't told him to go away like
that. He desperately wanted to lay on top of her
and put his dick inside her, in place of that
stupid drill.
In the garage he found an old, greasy rag and
wiped the handle of the drill. It still smelled
like Pam's pussy and the musky odor made his head
spin. He closed his eyes, savoring the smell, and
his dick throbbed. The image of Pam with the fat
drill in her tiny body was still vivid in his
mind. He rubbed the hard lump in the front of his
jeans and moaned softly.
In his mind, Ethan saw Pam, naked on her bed, just
as he saw her a minute ago, with her legs spread
and her breasts covered by that tight bra, except
that she was looking up to his eyes, holding his
dick instead of the drill, begging him to put it
inside her. He was more than happy to do anything
she asked. He saw himself laying on top of her,
between those spread legs. Her hands touched his
dick, guiding it to that place. She was so warm
and so wet and so tight.
He heard a noise, but ignored it, rubbing his
erection harder. The image in his mind was too
interesting.
"Dude, why don't you just take it out?" someone
said.
Ethan jerked his hands away from his jeans. Darien
stood in the garage doorway, grinning. Ethan's
face grew warm.
"It's easier to jerk off if you take it out of
your jeans first, you know," Darien said.
"Yeah, I know."
Darien crossed his arms. "So? Are you gonna do it?
I wanna watch."
"No way. What, are you crazy?" Ethan said.
Darien laughed. "Dude, you're something, you know
that?"
"Yeah, shut up."
"Ok. Come on, we gotta pick up Maria."
"What for?" Ethan said.
"'Cause she needs a ride home, you dumbshit. Now
come on."
They jumped in Darien's car and drove up to the
gym. Ethan kept his hands folded over his lap,
hiding the bulge. It didn't start to go down until
they were almost to the gym. Darien parked in the
student lot with a view of the lawn in front of
the gym. The cheerleaders were still there,
practicing their routines in their uniforms.
"Dude, look at all that pussy," Darien said. He
leaned against the door with his arm out the
window. "How's a guy like me supposed to keep his
hands off all of that?"
He turned to Ethan and grinned. The girls jumped
and spun and kicked their legs. Their skirts flew
up, baring their legs and their underwear. Ethan's
hands moved over his lap again. His dick
stiffened.
"I tell ya, I gotta get me some of that, or I'm
gonna go nuts," Darien said.
Ethan felt the same way, but didn't say it. He
knew the incredible feel of being in a woman's
body once, and he desperately wanted it again. He
would never forget the warm, wet sensations of
Mrs. Thorn's body around him. He sighed.
Maria was not difficult to spot in the group all
dressed in the same uniform. She stood out like a
woman among girls. She was a bit taller, with a
more shapely figure, and her long, dark hair was
pulled back in a ponytail. She moved like a cat,
churning her hips and rolling her shoulders. He
wanted to put his hands on her body, feel her
soft, warm parts. How could anyone resist her?
"We gotta get you laid," Darien said.
Ethan snapped out of his daydream. "What?"
"We gotta get you laid. You're gonna be on the
team now. We gotta find a girl for you to fuck."
"You do?" Ethan said, choking on the words.
"Hell yeah. We can't have any damn virgins on the
team. Shit, you'd be the only one. Besides, you
wanna know something?"
"What?"
"Guys skate better when they get fucked the night
before a game," Darien said. "I mean, it's true.
Look at our team. Most of the guys fuck a girl
before every game. Look at our record. We only
lose when we don't get fucked. I know it works for
me. I get laid before every game, no matter what.
It loosens you up, makes you skate faster, hit
harder, you know, shit like that."
Ethan looked past Darien at Maria. The girls had
their hands on their hips, bending at the waist.
His erection pushed at the front of his jeans.
Darien followed his gaze and sneered.
"I know what you're gonna say, you son-of-a-bitch,
and don't even think it," Darien said. "No guy
gets his hands on my girl. She's a virgin and
she's gonna stay that way until the day we get
married." He glared at Ethan and pointed with his
finger. "You so much as touch her, I'll kick your
ass, got that?"
"Yeah, relax, I wasn't thinking anything," Ethan
said, and wiped from his mind the vision of
Maria's naked, sweaty body wrapped around his own.
"Good. Keep it that way."
The cheerleader squad broke up into small groups.
Each girl collected her stuff. Maria joined
another girl, and they started toward Darien's
car.
"Aw shit, what the hell is she bringing that cow
for?" Darien said.
"Who?"
"Her, Iris, Maria's dumb friend. She's always
hanging around Maria 'cause she's so popular."
"She doesn't look so bad," Ethan said.
Iris wasn't as pretty as Maria, but most girls
weren't. Iris was a bit heavier, and had bigger
boobs, but still a nice curvy shape. Her face was
a bit square, her sandy blonde hair was cut short,
and she had a small mole on her upper lip by the
corner of her mouth.
"Bullshit, she's a cow," Darien said. "Her tits
are way too big, not perfect, like Maria's. Iris
is a fucking slut. She'll fuck anybody. She sucked
my dick once, a couple of years ago. Damn, she's
one horny bitch, not like my Maria. Maria is pure.
Hell, she doesn't even know what sex is." Darien
laughed and stopped abruptly. "Hey, maybe I should
get Iris to fuck you. I bet she'd do anything I
asked."
"Really?" Ethan said, suddenly shaking with
nervousness.
"Sure, Eth, leave it to me. You won't have to
worry about being a virgin any longer."
Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but closed it.
How could he explain to Darien he already lost his
virginity? He would have to tell him about Mrs.
Thorn, and there was no way he'd ever believe
that.
The girls walked up to the car and leaned in
Darien's window. The V necks of their sweaters
fell open, and Ethan could see right down into
their bras. His eyes opened wide.
"Hi," Maria said, smiling at Darien.
"Hey Darien. Who's your buddy?" Iris said. She
smiled at Ethan and rocked her hips side to side.
Her large breasts moved in and out of view under
the sweater.
"That's Ethan. He's hot for your bod," Darien
said.
"Shut up," Ethan said.
The girls giggled, leaning close to each other
like they shared a secret. Darien laughed, too.
Ethan wanted to hit him on the shoulder, but he
dared not remove his hands from his lap,
especially with the girls looking.
"What are you guys doing?" Maria said.
"We're here to pick you up, dummy, what do you
think?" Darien said.
"Hey, don't call her dummy," Iris said.
Darien shoved her away from his window. "Shut the
fuck up," he snapped.
Both girls were suddenly quiet. Maria's eyes
looked down. Iris looked frightened, but he
thought he saw something else on Maria's face.
"We're going to A You two wanna go, right?" Darien
said.
"Sure," Maria said. She gazed into Darien's eyes.
"Yeah, I love hot dogs," Iris said.
"I bet you do. Get in." Darien turned to Ethan.
"Get in the back," he said with a wink and a
sneer.
Ethan got out and held the door open. Iris climbed
in the back behind Darien. She glanced at his
jeans and he was sure he saw her smile. He sat in
the cramped backseat with her, and Maria sat in
the front with Darien. He squealed the tires and
raced off as soon as she closed the door. Iris
squealed with laughter when the car tore around a
corner. She fell against Ethan. Her bare thigh
pressed against his leg and her soft breast
pressed on his arm.
Darien parked the car at one of the menu boards at
A and punched the order button with his thumb.
"What does everybody want? I know what you want,"
he said, pointing at Maria.
"I want a hot dog with mustard," Iris said.
Maria looked away from Darien and watched the cars
coming from the park. Ethan tried to read what she
was thinking from her expression, but her face
showed nothing.
"Why don't you get chili on it?" Darien said,
looking at Iris in the rearview mirror.
"I don't want chili. It'll make me fat."
"You're already fat."
"I'm not fat. I'm big boned," Iris said. She
turned to Ethan and grinned. "Besides, I like big
bones."
"Yeah, right. What do you want, Eth?"
"I want a footlong with everything, and onion
rings."
"You got money?" Darien said.
"Yeah, I got five bucks."
Ethan unbuckled the seat belt and stuck his hand
in his pocket. He arched his back from the seat to
stretch his legs, and his erection strained
against the front of his jeans. Iris stared right
at it.
Darien looked at her in the mirror again. "Why
don't you get a footlong?"
"I can't handle twelve inches. My throat's not
that big," she said. She looked at Ethan and
laughed.
"You can try mine," Ethan said. "I'll let you have
a bite."
Iris leaned closer and lowered her voice. Her hand
touched his leg.
"I might take more than a bite," she said.
Darien ordered the food, talking into the speaker
box. The voice on the other end repeated the
order.
"This fucking bra is pinching me," Iris said. She
put her hands on her large boobs, pulling at the
seams of the bra.
"Is it new?" Maria said.
"Yeah. I hate fucking new bras. They always pinch
my tits."
"Maybe they wouldn't pinch if your tits weren't so
big," Darien said.
"Very funny." Iris looked at Ethan. "You mind if I
take it off?"
He looked at Darien and Maria. "You mean right
here?"
"Yeah, just don't look, all right?"
She turned sideways in the cramped seat and pulled
up her sweater. Ethan's eyes grew wide. He turned
his head, but saw Iris' reflection in the side
window. Darien was grinning like he knew
something.
"Iris, are you crazy?" Maria said.
"She's crazy, all right," Darien said.
Iris pulled the sweater off over her head. She
laid it on the seat, but it slid to the floor
between them. She unfastened the bra, pulled the
cups away from her breasts, and slipped the straps
from her shoulders. In the reflection, Ethan saw
the sides of her large, fleshy white globes.
"Would you hold this for me, Ethan?" Iris said,
holding out the bra.
He took it in his trembling hand. In the front
seat, Darien and Maria leaned close together,
whispering to each other. The fabric of the bra
was warm and soft and Ethan held it like a
delicate piece of china he was afraid might break.
"Would you hand me my sweater, please?" Iris said.
She turned forward on the seat. Her hands covered
her breasts, and her fingers sunk into their soft
flesh. Ethan picked up the sweater.
"Thanks," Iris said with a smile.
She removed her right hand from her right breast
to take the sweater. Ethan looked away quickly and
she giggled. She pulled it down over her head.
"That's much better," she said. She cupped her
large breasts in both hands and adjusted them.
"Except this sweater itches. Look, it makes my
nipples hard."
She stuck her chest way out. Her loose breasts
swayed under the sweater, and a pair of hard
points poked through at the tips. Darien laughed.
"Iris, what are you doing?" Maria said.
"What? He doesn't mind," Iris said, pointing at
Ethan.
"I don't, really," Ethan said, and smiled. Darien
laughed again.
"You shouldn't tease him like that," Maria said.
"Why not? What is he, a puppy dog? Is he gonna
bite me?"
"I don't bite," Ethan said.
"That's too bad. I do." Iris looked down at his
lap before his hands could cover it. "Besides,
Maria, this poor boy was turned on when we got in
the car."
Ethan looked away. Iris laughed and slapped his
shoulder.
One of the carhop girls brought the food out on a
tray. Darien passed out the food and the mugs of
rootbeer. Ethan set the cold mug on the floor
between his feet and the onion rings on the seat
between him and Iris, where she put her french
fries. The backseat was too cramped for him to
move his elbows without hitting Iris or the side
of the car. He wasn't sure he could eat it, at
least not without making a mess.
In the front seat, Darien stuffed a bacon double
cheeseburger in his mouth. Maria had a plain kid's
size chicken sandwich, no cheese, no sauce. She
removed the only piece of lettuce and took a tiny
bite.
Ethan opened the footlong box and lifted the end.
It sagged in the middle and the chili and mustard
and onions sagged over the sides of the bun. His
mouth watered. He pulled it toward the open end of
the box. An inch or two hung over the end and he
took a bite.
"Aw shit," Iris said.
"What?" Maria said, looking back from the front
seat.
Iris pulled at the wide V neck of her sweater,
baring her breasts to her nipples.
"I just got mustard on my tit."
Maria made an ugly face. Darien laughed out loud,
spitting tiny bits of food on the dashboard. Iris
looked at Ethan and smirked. His eyes locked on
the yellow glob running down between her large
breasts. She scooped it up with her finger, licked
it off, and laughed.
"You look so funny. Did you like that?" she said.
"Yeah, I did," Ethan said, choking on his own
voice. His jeans were uncomfortably tight.
Iris stuck her tongue way out and ran it the
entire length of the hot dog, licking off all the
mustard.
"Iris, that's so gross," Maria said.
"Give me a break. That's not gross. This is
gross." Iris lifted the hot dog out of the bun,
put the end between her lips and slid it all the
way into her mouth. She pulled it out again and
smiled at Ethan. "I didn't like the bun anyway,"
she said, and licked the last bit of mustard off
the end, swirling her tongue in circles.
Maria groaned and shook her head. Darien laughed.
He looked at Ethan and laughed even harder. Iris
plopped the hot dog back on the bun and dropped it
on the seat between them.
"You want a bite of mine?" Ethan said, and turned
the open end of the box toward her.
"Sure," she said.
She brushed her hands together, leaned toward him,
and put one hand on his leg. She opened her mouth
wide, looking into his eyes, stuck her tongue out
past her lips, and sunk her teeth into the coney
dog. She moaned softly, too, and Ethan swallowed.
His mouth was watering.
Iris wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Is that all I get?" she said.
"What else do you want?"
She glanced at his lap and smiled. "I could think
of something."
"Stop it, Iris. Leave the poor boy alone," Maria
said.
"Yeah, don't tease him unless you're gonna get his
rocks off," Darien said.
Iris crossed her arms and looked at Ethan with a
smug smile. "I never said I wouldn't."
Ethan finished his coney dog in silence, intensely
aware of Iris watching him. She ate her french
fries one by one, like a treasured delicacy.
Darien finished his burger, and Maria took only a
few tiny bites of her chicken sandwich.
Ethan wiped his mouth with a napkin. Darien
collected all the trash, dumped it on the tray
hanging from his window, and punched the pickup
button.
"Anyone want a Tic-Tac?" Maria said.
"Yeah, I'll have one," Iris said, and held out her
hand. She looked at Ethan. "Why don't you have
one, too?"
He started to say no, but Maria held the Tic-Tac
box out for him and he stuck his hand out. She
tapped a pair of wintergreen candies into his
palm. He popped them in his mouth and smiled at
Iris.
A different carhop girl came out to pick up the
tray. She was tall and skinny and had long red
hair, and her A shirt was a little tight, showing
the points of her nipples at the tips of her
bouncing breasts.
"You think she's hot?" Iris said.
"What?" Ethan said.
The girl took the tray off the car window and
walked back to the building. Her slacks were
tight, as well, showing the lines where her
panties cut into her ass.
"I said do you think she's hot?"
"She's all right."
"She's a bitch," Darien said. "I know her. She's a
real bitch."
"Darien, that's not nice," Maria said.
He snorted. "What do you know?"
Iris watched the girl with the red hair go through
the door into the building and looked at Ethan.
"You want to fuck her, don't you?" she said.
Ethan shrugged. "I wouldn't mind."
"You like her ass?"
"She's got a nice ass."
Iris covered her breasts with her hands and
squeezed. "Do you like her tits more than mine?"
Ethan studied her chest and shook his head.
"No, your's are nice."
"Nice, Jesus, what a gentleman," Iris said. "Come
here, give me a kiss. I wanna see if you taste
fresh."
"What?"
"Kiss me, on the mouth. What's the matter, you
never kissed a girl before?"
Ethan shrugged. "Sure. Lots of times."
"He's a virgin," Darien said.
"Shut up," Ethan said. He wished he would stop
saying that.
"Darien, don't say stuff like that," Maria said.
"It's true."
Iris grinned. "A virgin? How sweet. Come on, kiss
me."
Ethan puckered, closed his eyes, and gave her a
quick peck on the lips. Her eyes popped open.
"What the hell was that?"
"A kiss."
Iris frowned. "That was no kiss. That's how you
kiss your Mom. Open your mouth. I'll show you a
kiss."
Ethan hesitated. Iris slid closer. Her right hand
slipped around the back of his neck. She tilted
his head to one side and touched her lips to his.
He sucked in his breath. The blood surged in his
ears, like the roar of the surf at the beach. Her
lips parted. The moist tip of her tongue touched
his lips and his mouth opened.
Their lips smacked. Her wet tongue slithered into
his mouth. She moaned softly, and she groaned from
deep within. Her tongue found his and teased it in
his mouth. Her fingertips touched his knee and
moved slowly up his thigh. Ethan tried to back
himself away, but he was already pressed against
the side of the car. Her hand found the hard bulge
in the leg of his jeans and squeezed.
Iris broke away suddenly and gasped.
"That's what I meant by a kiss," she said. Her
hand rested on the lump of his erection. "Wasn't
that much better?"
"Yeah," Ethan said, choking on his own voice.
She chuckled. "I think you got my Tic-Tac."
"I think I swallowed it," Ethan said, and
chuckled, too.
"Are you two finished?" Darien said.
Iris sat back on her side of the seat. Her hand
stayed on his leg, and her fingertips moved
lightly on his erection.
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