I wasn’t the athletic type. Hell, I was barely the active type. However, graduation was impossible without the piss easy A+ of gym. Girls were playing basketball on the left side of the gym, while we were on the right side running football drills. Essentially, a series of suicide sprints involving the catching and throwing of a football. Fuck, I hate gym.
There was one thing that made coming to gym tolerable. She was five foot-six inches, with such a body that when she arched her back plump contours of her heart shaped ass were fully realized in the cotton short-shorts the girls wore. And the sports bra beneath her white t-shirt with the name James Madison High School printed on the front just puffed out her chest like two perfect globes. They didn’t bounce too much, but damn were they firm and palm fitting. I ran up her slender, shaved thighs that glistened with the reflections of overhead lighting after bouncing off the polished wood floor, traced the smooth heart of her ass, finger walked along the small of her back and then….she turned. Wide, child rearing hips just gave more attention to her soft, flat belly and her size C breasts that the school t-shirt just didn’t seem capable of containing. Her hair was light oak framing slender cheeks, pillowy lips hiding a blinding smile, and tender hazel eyes that just left everything else I’ve said in the dust. If I could gaze into those eyes for a good hour, I’d die happy.
I sighed and said under my breath, "Terra."
"What’s got your jaw dropped?"
Simon’s voice blinked me back to reality. "N-noting, I’m just looking at the clock to see how much time we have left."
"Don’t bullshit me man," said Simon. "Let’s see, who were you gawking at? Michelle, Abby, Brenda, Catlin, oh, I know."
"Shut up," I said. Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut.
"It was Terra you were drooling over."
"Ha, ha, you got me. Now, can we let it go?"
"I’ll admit she’s got a bombshell of a body. Wouldn’t mind hitting that."
"I’m ashamed as it is for staring."
"Why?" asked Nathan. He was leaning in to look at me from behind Simon. "She’s hot."
Nathan wore a pair of black rimmed glasses, and kept his hair combed to the side, always. Simon on the other hand had his hair short and spiked like some punk reject. Both were what one would call outcasts, or geeks. We were A+ students, read sci-fi and fantasy books, and watched the Lord of the Rings Trilogy in a single day (Extended Editions).
"Doesn’t matter," I said. "I shouldn’t be looking at her like that." I put up this front because I feel I don’t seem like such a drooling hound, but to tell you the truth. If she lived across from me on a second story, my telescope wouldn’t be pointed at the stars.
"So," said Simon. "Today is my birthday, and that means the three of us are officially eighteen. So, let’s go to a club tonight and see if we can get some girls."
"Can’t we just play video games or something?" asked Nathan.
"What? Shit, man, you need to get more confidence. And tonight, that’s what’s going to happen."
I leaned back and kept a casual, less obvious watch on Terra. Her pony tail was whipping this way and that as she moved across the court, her skill apparent in every smooth turn and step. "What’s the point of going? We can’t even drink."
"We’ll get drunk before we go. I’ll have my brother buy us some beer."
"If we’re drunk, how are we going to drive over there?"
"Damn, you’re right." Simon thought for a moment then looked at me. "Say, Brody, wanna be the designated driver?"
I watched her soaked panties slide down her legs and get tossed into a corner. Resting her arms against the wall, she arched her back and spread her legs so the hem rose to reveal the bottom curves of her ass and the sweetness of her sex barely peeking from beneath the curtain. "Please," she said. "Fuck me."
It all moved with the pace of a cheap porn flick. It wasn’t so much the situation that startled me, but the fact that it was Terra pulling the routine. That, and it was no fucking movie. I sighed, pulled out my wallet and fumbled out a condom. I’d brought it more on a ‘be prepared’ motto than any real expectation of using it.
"No," she suddenly said.
"No, but I don’t want to get you pregnant or anything."
"It’s alright, you won’t get me pregnant."
I wasn’t going to tell her it was a precaution against any possible STDs. "Even so, I better just-"
"No, fuck me without it or get out of the bathroom. I’ll just find someone else."
It was because she said this with genuine seriousness that I caved. I stuffed the condom back into my wallet, tossed off my blazer, and pulled out my shirt tail. I moved forward. I always hated in pornos how guys fucked girls in a public places with their pants around their feet. I always felt they looked like invalids or something. Leaving my slacks buttoned, I unzipped and got my cock out through the opening of my underwear. Strangely enough, I could never understand any other reason for that slit being there than for this.
I had read somewhere that sex was half instinct and half technique. Those words I held in my mind as I rubbed my cock to get it as hard as I could. Urging me on with heavy breathing and whimpering pleas for carnal satisfaction, Terra slipped her left hand between her legs, while the right crumbled her skirt up on her lower back. Legs spread apart and ass stuck out like some stuck up dog, her fingers slid up her lips and then parted those folds. Pink lips bloomed to reveal beckoning darkness. Her fingers held those pink petals apart stretching out her vagina. Below her hungry maw, her clit still throbbed with a deep rose color, its hardened head coming out from beneath its folds. She glistened with her juices and I approached and placed my hands on her hips. Stretching her cheeks apart and ignoring her whimpering, I touched the head of my cock to the rim of that gaping cave. I took a deep breath and pushed it in.
It stretched to swallow me. Furnace warmth enveloped my shaft immediately; the moistness dripping off the walls seemed to sizzle with energy along my pulsing length. She let a soft moan escape her lips as her lower lips took me in with ease, a testament to her experience. The way she would carry herself at school, I always thought I’d be her first. But there was no resistance, no pain. "Oh, damn," I growled. Her pussy tightened around my length and held it. I could feel the wet, soft walls within her massage me. Holding tight on her hips, I drew back half way before plunging it back in. She bucked, her breasts bouncing up against the wall. I retreated and then assaulted her once more with greater force.
"Ahhh!" she cried out.
"P-People will hear us," I managed to say, as I found my rhythm. I was slow, letting her pleasure, as well as mine, build into eruption. I thrust hard letting my pelvis strike her heart shaped ass with each assault. It wasn’t long, however, before she started to push back.
Even as I tore into her, she rode me with such unchained desire that I thought I was going to blow early. I held my stomach as tight as I could and urged myself to hold it in. Heavy exhalations escaped my lungs as I fucked her, obeying her pleas of "Faster", "Deeper", and "Harder." I let her guide me, and the carnal beast within me took the wheel.
I left her hips and grabbed her stomach and breasts. I pulled her away from the stability of the wall until her shoulder blades were pressed against my chest, her back arched. She tilted her head up and I bent down with a kiss. Her mouth opened and the intoxication of alcohol swirled my senses as I forced my tongue down her throat. She sucked on it, taking in my breath with as much vigor as I took in hers. Her left hand held the hair on the back of my head so hard I thought she’d rip them from the roots, but it was good pain. We heaved and moaned as two wild beasts in season. My hips pushed faster, the squelching juices creating a fragrance and ballad that drove our hearts into drum rolls.
"Oh, god, I’m almost there, don’t stop," she cried into my lips.
With one hand wrapped covetously about her stomach and the other massaging her breasts, the tip of her hardened nipples pushing up from her clothes, I let my passion loose. Faster was what she wanted. Harder and deeper were her edicts. I ripped her open, stretched her beyond pain. As she ground against me, riding my thrusts on waves of pleasure, I felt her body tighten around my cock with ravenous hunger. I could feel my dick twitching, here it was. I braced myself. I sped up. It was the last stretch, and I poured every ounce of my energy into the last lap. "Oh, fuck!" she screamed. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking while her pussy hit me with a final strangle hold that made moving impossible.
"Arrgh!" I growled through clenched teeth in some jungle roar. My body went rigid, my length twitched and I felt my balls tighten up. I exploded into her. Hot seed rushed up and she cried out as her body took it all. I still thought that I might get her pregnant, but I found I’d worry about that later.
Doused in sweat, we both slid to the floor. She was on her knees bent forward, my twitching member sore and on fire. I began to pull out with a growl, my cock’s sensitivity still raw with heat. "No," she said. "Leave it in. Just a little longer, Brody."
I did. We lay there steeped in sweat, smelling of each other. Our hearts were still running the marathon, and our lungs were convinced they had come up for air.
"Okay," she said. "Pull out."
I did. I was still raw and I held back a growl of discomfort as I pulled free of her. She was dripping so much that the juices had run down her inner thighs and into droplets on the linoleum.
"Clean me," she sighed, a satisfied smile regarding me. God her hazel eyes were alight.
Still bent forward with her ass and pussy in the air, I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue from her throbbing, moist clit up to her warm sex. I lapped up her juices with loud slurping noises that tickled her and made her stifle a few giggles. I pushed my tongue into her hole, still plenty warm and plenty wet. I lapped up what I could around her vagina. She tasted warm and strong. Her scent flew into my nose and I instantly became drunk on it.
I pulled away and fell back onto my ass. My cock was still erect and twitching from its recent release. Terra sat back onto her heels and scooted towards me. "Now, I’ll clean you."
Her tongue slowly drank up my cum and juices. When she sucked it into her mouth I felt goose bumps surge up my arms and felt an energetic twitch in my cock. She was skilled. Her lips weren’t too tight. They were a tender hug that ran up and down my sensitive length. I was still raw and even this moist act of pleasure brought up a few fiery whimpers from my throat.
When she was done my cock glistened with her saliva. I stared at her for several moments. She swallowed and smiled. Then she leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss, arms wrapped about my neck, tongue parting my mouth. I hugged her and sucked in her breath once more, the vodka and rum filling me to bursting. When she pulled away I tried to go in for a kiss, but she placed a finger on my lips and shook her head. "The heat’s gone for now," she said.
She straightened up, snatched up her soaked panties and then walked ro the sink.
I lifted myself up, tucked away my equipment, and sat down on the toilet seat with my blazer tossed over one shoulder.
She opened her purse and took out a small plastic baggy with an extra pair of panties in it.
"You carry a spare pair with you?" I asked.
"I hate moist silk against my pussy," she said. She swapped the soaked one for the dry one. The plastic bag disappeared into her purse with her spent panties, and then she gracefully stepped into her new silk pair and pulled it up under her skirt. She flattened the plaid skirt out, and then turned to look at me. "You want to see my place?"
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