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Leigh - Part 3 - Homework
by Joshua Gordon
joshuagordon78@hotmail.com

The next day I couldn't get my mind off Leigh and what had happened between us.  I won't pretend I was an innocent lad at that age, but I'd never done something so spontaneous and completely erotic like that.  And I wanted more.  I caught myself looking at the clock every ten minutes until time to leave, and then I was practically sprinting so I'd be sure not to miss the bus and my next shot at a torrid afternoon with an almost-stranger.  As it turned out, I was ten minutes early for the bus.  When it arrived, I climbed aboard and promptly felt my spirits plummet.  Leigh wasn't on the bus this afternoon.  My mind reasoned that she might be on a later one and I should get off and wait for her, but I knew she wouldn't be along that day.  I took my usual seat along the side of the bus and bided my time through the ride.  When we reached Leigh's stop, I started to get off the bus and check her house, but I managed to stay where I was.  If she'd wanted to find me again, she'd have known where to look.

I made the rest of the bus trip home in silent brooding, disappointment and horniness vying for control in my mind.  God, I wanted sex, or at least a really good blowjob.  That previous afternoon, my romp with Leigh had spoiled me to all things sexual, and I hungered for release.  But with no Leigh, I knew how the day would end up.  I'd be at home, lying in bed, wanking away while I thought about her slim body and long red hair engulfing me whole.

There was a little red convertible in the driveway when I got home.  I didn't recognize it but assumed it would be a friend of my parents'.  I let myself in the back door so I could avoid whomever they had over, and I passed through the kitchen on the way to the stairs up to my room.  "Hey there."

The voice stopped me, and I looked back to see Claire at the kitchen table, a bunch of papers and textbooks piled in front of her.  "Hey, you waiting for my sister?"  I asked and walked over to the table.

"Yeah, we've got a big project due tomorrow.  We were gonna work on it, but she hasn't gotten her lame ass home yet."

"My mom and dad at home?"

"Your mom let me in, but they had to go meet somebody for dinner.  She said for me to tell you your dinner's in the oven."

"Okay, thanks."  I stood there dumbly, not wanting to go upstairs but not knowing what else to say.  Claire was a friend of my sister's, and they were taking some summer classes 
at the local community college.  "That a new car?"  I asked lamely.

She'd looked back down at her homework but flicked her dark brown eyes up at me.  "Yeah, my dad got it for my birthday.  You like it?"

"Definitely.  Take me for a ride sometime?"  I grinned.

"Don't you wish?"  She grinned back, and her cheeks dimpled.  Her family was from somewhere in Europe-Greece, Italy, somewhere around there-and her skin carried the characteristic olive complexion.  Her hair was dark brown and currently hung with a strand blocking one eye.  She brushed it away, still smiling at me.

"Yeah, I guess I do," I replied after a brief hesitation.  We were both quiet then, and I said, "I'd better get upstairs."  I headed up to my room then and shut the door behind me.

My room was mid-sized, with a double bed in the center, the headboard against the wall.  I pulled my shirt off and collapsed backwards onto the sheets, the mattress creaking with my weight.  No Leigh, no sex, no good.  I sighed and unfastened my jeans, resigning myself to the plight of most teenage boys my age.  My cock was already hard when I pulled it out and began stroking it.  Remembering what had happened with Leigh had given it the initial inspiration, but seeing Claire downstairs had pushed it into the fantasy realm of steely hardness.  I could feel the veins along the sides, prominent under the skin that was pulled tight along the shaft, and I stroked up and down, occasionally wiping my hand over the top to bring some of the seeping precome down for lubrication.

"Hey, you in there?"

My hand froze in mid-stroke, and I sat up on the bed, stuffing my erection back into my pants as quickly as I could.  "Yeah, one second."  I looked around frantically for my shirt, but it was nowhere to be found.  Probably under the bed.  I was about to go for it when the door opened behind me.

"Um," Claire said, smiling at me.  "And shirtless to boot."

"I was, uh, about to take a shower."

"Looks like you were pretty excited about it, huh?"  She said, coming the rest of the way in.

"Huh?  Oh, um."  I sat on the edge of the bed, willing my hard cock not to stand out like a barge pole.

"I was coming up to see if your sis had said anything about when she was gonna get home, but now I'm all curious."  She crossed the distance to stand in front of me, and her fingers traced across my bare chest.  I held my breath and then realized she was looking at the scratches.  "Wild night?"

"Something like that," I said.

She looked at me meaningfully, and a hint of a smirk touched the corner of her mouth.  I smiled back cautiously, thinking I recognized that look but not sure.  And then I felt her hand sliding up my thigh.  Our eyes were locked, and she didn't even look down when she freed my cock from my jeans.  It had lost a lot of the hardness it had had before she'd knocked at the door, so it was a bit fleshy and yielding in her hand when she squeezed the base, right at the pubic hair.  Her hand felt cold around the heat of my cock, and her grip was firm.  I could feel the blood flowing back into it, enlarging it again.  My cock twitched in her hand, and only then did she look down.  Seeing it grow thicker between her fingers, she looked at me again and slid down to her knees between my legs.

"You're already a little wet," she said, sliding her hand up my cock to the head, her fingers slick on the precome I had spread down the shaft.  "But not quite enough."  She bobbed her head forward and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth.  I inhaled, expecting her to suck me, but she didn't.  Instead she pressed me all the way into her mouth, ran her tongue around the underside of the head and shaft, and then loosely pulled me back out.  My cock was now coated in her slippery saliva, and she squeezed down the length of it, admiring the way the wetness glistened.

Her right hand started stroking me then, sliding down to the base and squeezing upwards.  I inhaled again, this time more of a gasp as her thumb repeatedly massaged the sensitive underside just below the crown.  Her left hand moved into my jeans and around to squeeze my thigh.  I raised my hips a little, and she worked my pants and underwear down and off, never missing a stroke on my cock.  When I gasped, her eyes turned up to my face.  "Do you like that?"

"God yes, don't stop."

"Do you want me to jerk you off?"

"YES."

Satisfied with the responses she was eliciting, she crinkled her nose in amusement and took me into her mouth again.  As before, she didn't suck.  She just wet me thoroughly and stroked the bottom with her tongue.  My cock was stiffening by then, and I longed to feel more of her wet mouth surrounding me, but she moved away again before I could get used to it.  Her hand was there, and it picked up where it had left off, stroking up and down, the fingers and thumb circling me and sliding wetly along me.  As her right hand worked me, her left trailed up my leg and cupped my balls, squeezing gently.  My cock jerked again, and she squeezed near the tip.  A clear drop of precome appeared and ran down the head, smearing along the underside as her fingers rubbed over it.  The next drop of precome escaped my cock and dripped down into the palm of her left hand, forming a transparent and wispy string connecting her skin to mine.  She slid that hand forward, wiping the precome over my balls and spreading it thinly across them, massaging the sack lightly.

I groaned, and my hand moved toward her breasts, still covered by the light sweater.  "Uh uh," she said, brushing my hand away with her left forearm.  "Those aren't for you.  Just sit back and enjoy."

I grumbled but shut my mouth when she started stroking faster.  She was watching my face for reactions, judging when to speed up and when to slow down.  I breathed heavily and tensed as her other hand worked on my balls, rolling them between her fingers and tugging on them ever so lightly, just enough to turn me on.  My cock was rock hard by then, and she was able to rub up and down it in a fast rhythm, her saliva mixed with my precome lubricating and smacking with the strokes.

Suddenly her left hand slid past my balls, and I felt her middle finger trace over my ass and then settle between my ass and balls.  She pressed up firmly.  "Ah God!"  My hips bucked up of their own accord, and I saw the head of my cock swell in her grasp.  "What the fuck-"

"Shh," she admonished and began a firm circular motion on that spot with her fingertips.

"Christ," I whispered, and she continued jerking me, pulling me closer to orgasm.  "God.  I'm gonna-"

"Not yet, you're not," she said, slowing her strokes and leaning back.  Her left hand continued massaging just behind my balls, but her right dropped to her lap and slid the skirt up her thighs.  She was wearing powder blue panties, and the front was soaked through and through.  Her hand slid under the waistband and inside, and I could see the shape of her fingers beneath, manipulating her clit.

She sucked air between her teeth and shuddered as her hand worked faster beneath the panties.  I couldn't see her pussy, but I could see her underwear becoming positively drenched, and I could smell her heat radiating from between her legs.  Her thighs were squirming as her pussy thrust against her hand.  I could tell that she had at least one finger inside herself, as she worked her hand up and down, stretching the panties but not far enough to afford me a view.  I could see just to the top of her dark pubic hair, tangled against her olive colored skin.

"Come with me," she said, and her left hand slid up, squeezed my balls, and stroked to the head of my cock, which she squeezed firmly.

"God," I muttered, feeling my balls tighten.  I hadn't realized it, but she'd kept me on the edge through her own masturbation just by massaging that spot behind my balls.  I was very close, but she was closer.  Her hand pumped me, and her grip tightened as she tumbled into orgasm.  Her eyes were shut, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth when she came.  I managed to hold back my own orgasm until hers had passed.  When her eyes opened again, I whispered, "I'm there."  Her right hand, slick with pussy juice, circled my cock and ran up and down the shaft fast as the left hand rubbed over the head in squeezing circles.  I moaned as I felt my load rising.

"Come for me," she said, and that set me off.  The familiar sharp jolt in my balls shook me, and a wave of sharp pleasure rushed from my groin out to the rest of my body.  I looked down and watched my cock convulse and fill her left hand with come, spurting again and again into it.  A couple of thick rivulets dripped between her fingers to the floor, but she caught almost all of it in her palm.  Her right hand kept tugging at my cock until the spasms had stopped, and then she squeezed near the top one more time, coaxing out the last of my come.  She licked that drop off the head and then reached for a tissue with her left hand.  "You taste good," she said and licked her right palm, cleaning off whatever come she hadn't wiped away already.

I couldn't have stood if I'd tried, and I knew my hands would  be shaking, so I just sat there on the edge of the bed, my cock dripping onto the sheets.  I watched her get up from the floor and smooth her skirt over her panty-clad pussy and her thighs, and she checked her hands for come one more time.

"Your sister's probably back by now," she said, stepping toward the door.  She paused, her hand on the knob, and glanced back at me, a thoughtful expression on her face.  "And if you tell her about this, I swear to God I'll rip your balls off next time."

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Coming soon: Leigh - Part 4 - Lightning Strikes

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