El Sobador
By ElSol

Chapter 5

Reggie wasn't much of a bother the next day. Not that he forgave me for whatever crime against the Jock Code he thought I committed, I just didn't give a fuck! My mind was on what happened the night before, my cum on Bailey, and what would happen when Bailey came to cabin again. I dropped Reggie a few times accidentally and on purpose. He tried to bring my mind to the present with name-calling and some man-shoves. He gave up mid-afternoon, passing me off to his friends. From the whispers around me, the cheerleaders were planning a Ditch late at night so the boys weren't into torturing me. It gave me a few hours to simmer in thoughts of Bailey.

Sitting in my cabin, it occurred to me that my favorite blonde would be a hostess at the Ditch. Did orgasms overcome the pull of being at the top of the high school ladder? It wasn't like she'd never had them before; she dated Reggie for a year and had a couple of boyfriends before him.

I paced the cabin, hoping she would come by and trying to plan what to do if she did. Planning implies the ability to get from point A to Z, yet I lacked the experience with girls to be confident about getting more from Bailey than what she had already given. In the end, I went with underwear with no T-shirt as my plan. I was good with a handjob and figured being in my underwear suggested my price for continued medical care. Granted--it made me a douche but I'd be getting off.

I started to think she really wasn't coming when the door opened. Bailey turned from closing the door and froze. In that second, I realized I wasn't being a douche in a general sense, I was being a douche to Bailey. My hands came around slowly to cover my groin.

"I had to stop by the party," she told me.

"How did you get this one over on the coordinators?" I tried to slide over to my pajama bottoms without Bailey realizing I wanted to put them back on.

"They ditched us too," she said. "They do it every year and don't come back until morning. The ones left behind aren't the type to get up and check on their kids."

"Won't your friends notice that you're gone?" I made it to my pants. Using my toe, I arranged it so I could step into them.

"You lit the candles already," Bailey said and flipped off the light.

It was my turn to freeze.

"The girls are covering for me," she said. "They think I'm getting even for what Reggie did."

"So they know?"

"Not with you," she replied. "They think someone is coming to pick me up."

"Maybe Reggie will lay off me," I said, kicking my pants. While the day had been easier, he was getting to me. She stared at me for a full minute. I fidgeted when her eyes locked on my groin.

"No sex," she said. "Not yet."

"Umm...okay." And I thought I was hard before!

"If I take care of you now, will you take your time?" she asked.

"YES!" I snapped my jaw shut. She raised an eyebrow. "I mean, it was time for a longer session."

"Really?"

"The more time I spend on you the better," I replied. She smiled and the eyebrow went higher. "There's a limit to what you can take."

Nodding slowly, she giggled.

"I'm sorry, I mean..." I shrugged. She sauntered over to me. Her hand slipped into my underwear. I stood on my toes as she stroked my dick.

"No!" I whispered when she pulled her hand out.

"Sssshhhh!"

Bailey Rose grabbed the sides of my underwear and pushed them down. My hips. My thighs. My knees. My ankles. My feet.

Her hands were on my hips, guiding me to the cot. Bailey's fingers on my stomach made the muscles quiver. A guy should not quiver, but I was quivering! Smiling, she pushed me into a sitting position. I watched her throw a pillow on the floor. With a knee, she spread my legs. She pushed the pillow between my feet and knelt on it.

Bailey didn't say anything. She didn't look at me. Her hand grabbed my dick; it jumped in her hand. I squeezed my ass, trying not to come at the thought of what it appeared she was going to do. There was no hesitation in Bailey. Her head went down. For an instant, I felt her breath on me and understood what it meant to throb.

I was in Bailey Rose's mouth!

Nothing could have stopped me from pushing up. Bailey's lips closed around me and still she kept going downwards. There was texture to the rubbing of my dick. This wasn't my hand! Her tongue felt differently from her lips or the roof of her mouth or the way deeper inside her mouth something caressed the head of my dick.

"Jesus Christ!"

She moved. Up--my hips tried to follow to stay in her mouth. Please do not go! Down--my hips stayed still as the additional height made Bailey take me deeper.

I wondered how anything could feel better and then it did...

My hand was in Bailey's blonde hair. I pulled her into me. An orgasm rose from every corner of my body and rushed towards my groin. I don't know if Bailey tried to escape, but nothing could have broken my hold. The orgasm travelled up my dick and into Bailey's mouth.

"Unngh!"
 
I lay back, my head and upper back off the other side of the cot. My hand held Bailey while my hips drove upwards. Something squeezed at the base of my dick as I thrust into Bailey's mouth one last time.

Some time later, my eyes opened. Bailey was standing between my knees. "Girls don't like it when you force them to swallow."

"Uh... I'm sorry... I didn't..."

"It's okay with me. At least, it is now." She touched her lips. "I didn't like it with Reggie, but you taste different."

"I do?"

"Probably not," she shrugged. "Maybe orgasms make me want to be nice to you."

I stared up at her.

"Did it make you want to be nice to me?" she asked.

I noticed she was naked. "They're gone all night?"

Bailey's smile touched one ear and made it around to the other. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"You're the one who wants me to be nice to you." I found the energy to get up from the cot. "Lie down on your stomach."

To be clear, I didn't plan it. I wanted everything that happened but deserve no credit for it happening, even being in my underwear was only intended to get me another handjob. I won't go so far as to say it was my Fate to get blown by Bailey, but the moment I put my hands on her, things were going to follow...and follow.

I spent time on Bailey's body, more than she imagined possible. I did want to be nice to her; I wanted to do everything I could for her. There was more I could have done, but we didn't have all the time in the world.

Her fingers and hands took me thirty minutes.

Much, much later, I stood over the cot with Bailey laying on her back. She looked up at me. Her knees came up and dropped outwards. Hours with my hands on her, more intimately than she had ever been touched, what could we expect? I think Bailey knew and that's why she said, 'Not yet'. Neither of us were thinking. This is what followed from what we had done. Neither of us needed to think.

She reached out with her hand. I took it in mine; I kissed her fingers and let her hand go. Moving to the foot of the cot, I kneeled on it and crawled between Bailey's legs. She pressed her knees against my body. For a second, I was lost; Bailey's hand found me. She pulled me down, adjusted the aim, placed me at the door, and got out of the way as I plunged into her.

Our breaths sucked in as I sank deeper. Bailey wrapped her legs around me. She grabbed my hair and pulled me down. Our mouths came together with the awkward clash of teeth. I kept moving into her. Bailey's tongue met mine.

My body stopped. It wasn't enough! Bailey must have thought the same thing because her hands reached around, scratching my ass before trying to pull me deeper. I moved back and thrust with everything I had.

The massage put us on edge.

I pulled back. Bailey's hips rose up to meet my thrust. I thrust! We were desperate; pushing, pulling, thrusting, lifting, breathing. I don't know how long we went at it, maybe minutes or maybe only seconds. I didn't have the brain cycles to experience it, only to thrust into Bailey mindlessly.

She squeezed me--with her arms, with her hands, with her legs, but most off all her pussy squeezed my dick. Her mouth opened and the air in her lungs exploded into me.

"YES!" she gasped.

Her orgasm was too much for me. I wanted to be there with her. I needed to be with Bailey. I pushed against her. My hips pressing into her. She squeezed me again, bearing down on me, needing me to join in her pleasure. One more push against her and my cum pumped into her. Bailey wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her hips moved against me, drawing the maximum pleasure possible from my body. We stayed locked in that kiss while we floated down from the heights of the moment.

Staring at her must have made Bailey uncomfortable. I wasn't stupid enough to think having sex made me a man, but I was different. This was the woman who made that difference!

She put her hands on my chest and pushed. I sat back on my heels. Bailey dressed; I thought she was going to leave without saying a word. It saddened me that what happened wasn't going to be acknowledged in some way. Thankfully, I was wrong. Bailey stood next to cot, touched my face, and leaned down to give me a gentle kiss. I watched her walk out of the cabin. I convinced myself she had never kissed anyone with that much intimacy. She had given me something, maybe I had given her something too.

 The truth was very different--I had taken something and she had taken something.

