Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 12 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
         of three older teenagers
Keywords: mf, nosex, oral, public, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way 
relationship a couple of days ago culminating in the loss 
of Cilla's and my virginities with Sonia's assistance.

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WEDNESDAY
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Sonia discretely cuddled into me at school when we caught 
up during the break between morning classes.

"Cilla sends her love."

"Thanks - how about you?"

"Yes."  My petite teenaged lover looked up at me and 
poked her tongue out.  "She sent me her love too."

I poked my tongue out at her in turn and paddled her cute 
rear then hugged her tighter.

"I can understand that, you are definitely lovable."

"What are you doing lunch time?" she asked me.

"Nothing special. Why?"

"Meet me in the library and you'll find out.  I did some 
special study with Cilla last night and I want to review 
some of the material."

I had loaned her a couple of books which gave instruction 
on matters sexual and it appears she had been going 
through them with her neighbour, and our mutual lover, 
Cilla.  I gave a little silent prayer, "Thanks Dr 
Comfort."

"So what did you get up to with Cilla while you were 
'studying'?"

"Nothing much.  She wasn't much help with my maths but 
gave me a few suggestions with ... oh you meant later."  
She smiled knowing very well all along what I had meant.  
"We had a bit of a cuddle and a snog (I love the little 
English terms she tosses into her conversation from time 
to time) while checking out the books.  It's a good thing 
Mum had to go out - I don't know how I would have 
explained the one with all the photographed positions; 
I'm sure some of them are impossible!  The other one was 
good though; it was easy to read, nice pictures too."

We didn't get a chance to pursue this topic further 
however as a couple of our friends joined us and we had 
to go back into class shortly thereafter.  Still there 
was the promise of lunch time.

-----

In my enthusiasm I got to the library some time before 
Sonia.  I was checking out a display of newly arrived 
books when she put her arms around my waist.  With her 
cheek against the middle of my back I heard "Guess who?"

Hmm, tough one!

She took my hand and looked around the room.  The 
librarian had a small office behind the check out desk 
and tended to spend most of her idle time there.  This 
gave her a limited view of the back of the room past row 
after row of tables.

Sonia grabbed a couple of books, ignoring the titles, and 
hauled me past the only two other students who had come 
in.  Normally the library was nearly empty for about 15 
minutes while the students ate their lunches then they 
would drift in and out making it a busier place.

Sonia had timed things well as there was an interschool 
track meet scheduled for the afternoon and many who might 
have wandered in were by the oval instead.  The 
opportunity to watch a tight butt or sexy limbs as the 
athletes warmed up was not to be wasted.

The always delightful, delicate, decorative, 
demonstrative and definitely delicious (not to mention 
debauched) despot sat me down decisively next to her and 
opened a book.

"Look like we're studying."

I glanced at out reading material.  What a coincidence - 
an article on alliteration.

"Okay.  So far, easy.  Now what sweetheart?"  I thought.

"Have you got a condom with you?"

I didn't really want it to look like I was expecting to 
have sex at the drop of a hat but, well, I didn't spend a 
couple of years in the boy scouts without at least 
learning to "be prepared".

I opened my wallet and removed the thin package.  With a 
quick look round Sonia took it and tore it inexpertly 
open.  Hey, it was the first time she had tried!

"You'll have to keep an eye out for me."

As the other students were facing towards the entrance at 
the other end of the room and I could see down the hall 
through the glass panels in the library doors, I didn't 
think this would be a problem if we were quiet.

Sonia put the unwrapped circle of rubber on the table in 
full view if anyone had come past and held my belt with 
one hand while she undid my zip with the other.

"I can do that if you like", I offered.

"You just keep your hands on the book and at least one 
eye on the others.

She deliberately dropped a pen on the floor and then 
reached for my penis through the front of my boxers and 
my fly.

I had stiffened somewhat since sitting down and, at her 
touch, came fully to attention making the job of exposing 
it a little harder.

"I read that a little danger can heighten the sexual 
experience", said my love.

"The only danger at the moment is that you'll break 
something - here let me", I chided gently.

She removed her hand and I rearranged my tackle so she 
had easier access.  I looked at her and decided that, 
pretty as her pout was, I had better apologise for 
interfering.

I kissed her and whispered, "I'm sorry.  I know you 
wouldn't have broken anything."

"Don't count on it now, buster!"  She squeezed my balls, 
stopping before it got painful but making her point.

"I'll behave", I promised, returning my hands to the book 
of English poetry.

Sonia took the condom and, recalling the problem I had 
had a couple of days earlier (It was dark in the 
cinema!), checked how it unrolled before covering my 
rampant prick.

I concentrated on doing as I was told and images of 
Margaret Thatcher!

With her right hand rhythmically pumping up and down she 
surveyed the room.

"Am I supposed to be doing anything?" I asked.

I feel that the saying "nice guys finish last" isn't 
quite right.  First or second (or in our case third) 
wasn't really important; I believed it should be more a 
case of "nice guys don't finish alone".

In this instance I felt distinctly selfish as Sonia was 
putting in all the effort for little obvious reward.

"Just keep an eye out while I get my pen."

Sonia moved her chair back and disappeared under the 
table.  There wasn't much head room but the other tables 
and chairs obstructed the view from the front of the room 
unless the person checking us was prepared to put their 
head down at floor level.

Sonia put her hands on the top of my lap and pushed my 
legs apart.  Now she really had my attention!  As her 
lips touched my rubber coated phallus I tried to 
concentrate on my assigned task with varying degrees of 
success (Margaret Thatcher! Margaret Thatcher!)

Sonia turned into a vacuum cleaner.  It reminded me of a 
cartoon where the man was instructing an inexperienced 
woman in the art of fellation.  "Suck dammit!" he said, 
"Blow job is just a euphemism."

I certainly didn't need to tell Sonia that.  Her tongue 
was passing tantalisingly along the underside of my prick 
as she began bobbing her head up and down.  I was 
fortunate that the thin latex sheath dulled enough of the 
sensations to keep me from coming immediately.

As I felt Sonia's hand push under my legs to cup my balls 
I noticed the movement of a door opening.  I sat stunned 
as the librarian came out and surveyed her realm.

What should I do?  Sonia must have felt my balls shrink 
back as I reacted to the situation.  If I stopped her, 
the librarian would see her get up - there was no 
avoiding that - and we might have a little explaining to 
do.  If I let her stay there and the librarian came this 
way we would have an even harder time acting innocent.

With just a couple of days left at high school I did not 
want to face suspension or even exclusion from taking my 
exams.

Shit!  What to do?  My heart, which had been beating 
faster due to Sonia's oral activity, was now working 
twice as hard again.

Messing around in public at the diner the other day had 
been one thing; the consequences here were something 
else.

Damn!  Why did I have to go along with this.  I knew 
exactly why but was still regretting it as the librarian 
turned and re-entered her office.

The relief I felt coincided with my returning perception 
of the sensations under the table.  Sonia was fucking me 
with her mouth, her lips forming a constricting band 
which moved up and down as she fondled my balls and 
continued to tease the underside of my penis with her 
tongue.  I could no longer stop myself.  My balls 
constricted and I banged the back of her head against the 
under-surface of the table as I tried to drive my prick 
deeper into her succulent mouth and the rubber filled 
with my emissions.

She responded by taking as much of me into her mouth as 
she could without gagging and firmly embedded her teeth 
around the base of my penis.  She held on while I reached 
down and tried to get her to back off.  It hurt more than 
a little but then she let up and I could feel the ring of 
teeth marks around my still firm pole as she clambered 
back up clutching her pen and rubbing the back of her 
head.

"Did I study well enough?" she asked in a whisper.

"Sorry about your head.  If I said you needed more 
practise I'd only be being greedy.  I can't imagine it 
being any better but, shit!  Mrs Planter came out while 
you were down there.  I thought we were busted for sure."

"But we weren't though, were we?  And did you get an 
extra thrill?  Was she looking at you when you were 
coming?"

"No and yes and almost.  You're crazy but I love it.  I 
don't think I should let you study anymore though; you 
might pick up more bad habits.  Why did you bite me?  Was 
it just 'cause I hit your head?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes"

"Did it hurt good?"

I thought about what she might mean.  "Yes", I admitted.

"Can you still feel it?"

There was a continuous sensation of pressure at the base 
of my cock.  Damn!  I was still sitting there with it 
dangling from my pants.

"Yes", I said as I made myself presentable again.

"Well if you are lucky that feeling will remain with you 
for a while.  You will keep remembering this all 
afternoon."

"Do you think I would be able to forget?"

"Let's just say now you have a constant reminder."

I had removed the condom and tied it before putting it in 
my pocket then zipped my pants up.

"Come here."  I got up and pulled Sonia between the book 
cases.

I took her face in my hands and lifted it gently.  "I 
love you."

I kissed her, noticing a slight rubber taste as my tongue 
pressed through her lips and against hers.  We swapped 
saliva for ages with my fingers slipping through her hair 
and hers digging between my shoulder blades.

When we came up for air I put my mouth next to her ear 
and kissed it lightly before asking, "Can I do anything 
for you?"

Not realising how much fun my little sexpot had been 
having in the evenings I was thinking of standing behind 
her with my hand slipped down the front of her knickers 
and my finger sliding back and forth over her slit.

"This is good.  Just kiss me again like that."

"Whatever M'lady desires", I thought.

-----

I managed to finally talk to Cilla that afternoon.  I had 
a little while after I got home before I had to rush out 
again so I gave her a call at work.  Unfortunately 
neither of us had the time we wanted.  I would have liked 
to have gone and seen her but my studies over the next 
two weeks were too important to miss.  Dad had already 
cut my hours back at work to see I had the time to 
revise.

Cilla invited me to lunch on Saturday.  I was to turn up 
mid-morning, "meet the family" and have lunch before we 
went out somewhere with Sonia.

I said my reluctant good-byes to the young woman I had 
seen so infrequently but who now jointly owned my heart 
and hung up the phone before going into my room to 
change.  I saw the parcel that had been left on my bed.  
Excellent!

I unwrapped it and sorted through the rings by size, 
trying the largest on.  It may have looked a bit 
effeminate but I didn't care.  The rings made a statement 
the may have only been appreciated by the three of us but 
I didn't think I would need to explain it to the girls.

Red gold, yellow gold and platinum bands wove in and out 
of each other.  Three separate strands together, forming 
a single ring.  Talk about the Trinity!

I decided Saturday afternoon would be the perfect time.

-----

When Cilla saw Sonia later, she let her know our plans 
for Saturday and checked that Sonia was happy with them.  
Sonia thought the idea was excellent and asked if her 
mother minded her inviting me to lunch on Sunday.

My life was starting to be planned for me!  Oh well isn't 
that the effect of women on men everywhere?

