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On The Outside - 16. Chapter 16

"On The Outside 16"

Laying there with Drew's heaving breath lightly blowing in my ear, his warm legs wrapped gently around my waist, I found out, firsthand, what my idea of true Heaven really was.

I was still partially lodged inside of my sweetheart. His snug little tunnel holding the top half of my sensitive shaft in a tight embrace, even as it began to lose some of its rigidity from the powerful impact of an orgasm that I'll probably remember for the rest of my natural gay life. I never could have imagined my existence ever reaching the level of unspeakable joy that I was experiencing at that particular moment. It was like time was standing still for the both of us, with no promise of starting up again any time soon. It was truly something special, you know? Something epic. Everyone on Earth should have at least one virgin sexual experience as explosive as this one was.

I mean...we've had sex before. I know that. But this time it was different. This was like...like Drew was truly giving himself over to me in the most intimate and vulnerable way that he possibly could. This was him opening up and giving me private access to his body in ways that most people could only dream about. He trusted me. How do I thank him for that? How do I even perceive our relationship from here on out? I mean...I can't even look at him NOW without wanting more sex! Drew is BEAUTIFUL!!! I'm inside of him! I can still feel his heated muscle gripping me from all sides, occasionally constricting its wet inner walls to see if there was any more sweet nectar to be milked from our orgasmic coupling. I was literally afraid to move. Some part of me was frozen, and ultimately worried that the next sensation I felt from the swirling young sheath of his eager hole would be more excruciatingly powerful than my human senses could bear. Can you believe that? Me? Scared of my own orgasm?

Honestly, I don't know if I could survive another one. Not this soon after the last one. I'm surprised that I'm not more thirsty! Because I came really, really, HARD into Drew's body while he squirmed violently beneath me. And now, he just held me on top of him. Both of us exchanging short, loving, kisses on our cheeks, ears, and shoulders. He was sooooo warm. His limp body was so soft beneath me that it literally felt like he was melting into the carpet. I hadn't lifted my head yet. I hadn't even caught my breath yet. I just rubbed my lips back and forth across the flawless skin in the nape of his neck. It made Drew hum with a sexy smile to feel so loved.

I still didn't want to put too much weight on him. Even thought my arms and legs were both shaky and weak, I felt like I would crush the air right out of him if I just collapsed on top of him. I guess he just seemed really fragile to me at that moment. He never made a single complaint though. In fact, any time I shifted in a way that hinted at me disconnecting from him, he held me tighter.

"Nooooo...where are you going?" Drew whined softly.

I finally raised my head to look him in those bright hazel eyes of his, and felt myself falling all to pieces all over again. "Hehehe, I'm just shifting a little bit."

"Well...don't. I'm comfy like this."

"And what about my comfort?" I grinned.

Drew lifted his head up to give me a peck on the lips. "You'll just have to make do with what you've got." He said, hugging me around the neck. "Besides...I like having you inside me. I've been dreaming about this for so long. I don't want it to end yet." Just hearing that, moaned intimately in my ear, I felt myself starting to get hard again. Still sensitive to the slightest touch, it made my whole body tremble with a flittering sensation that brought a delicate smile to my lips. I kissed his cheek again, rubbing my nose through sweet scented mass of soft curls on the side of his head. My erection continued to swell, inflating inside of Drew and bringing a stretch the clutching ring as it rose to full length again. You have no idea what it's like to grow hard inside another body. There is nothing like it in the world. Nothing.

Drew felt the difference, and his knees slid further up my sides, his hands holding my shoulders as he closed his eyes and wiggled his heart shaped bottom until it slid a bit more of me inside of him. I held my breath, my tingling tip being further enveloped in his amazing body heat.

I twitched a little, and I whispered, "Whoah...wait. Hehehe...I'm uhh..I think I need a second. A few seconds."

But Drew craned his neck up to suck on my neck, and it just...it triggered another tidal wave of hormones and my lust switch was flicked back into the on position. "I love you, Ethan." He said. "Make love to me. Do it just like you did before...but harder." He smiled.

"Harder? Really?"

"You won't break me. I want to feel like I'm all yours. I want to be your boy."

I leaned in to kiss him deeply on the lips, and heard him whimper with boyish desperation as my hips involuntarily pushed forward into his heated suction. I sank deep into him, his tiny hole still slickened with the juices of my last offering, and as I pulled out and moved back into him again, Drew's ankles locked behind my back to cling to me with passion. A lifelong yearning, satisfied at last. I broke our kiss as I slowly began to pick up the pace. I looked down and saw the cutest little grimace on Drew's adorable face. Was it the pain of intense pleasure, or the pleasure of intense pain. Whichever it was, he didn't ask me to stop. He just held on to me, and silently begged me for more.

His skin was so warm as it slid against my own. Our tongues mingled with a sensual rhythm as I tried to keep our lips connected. Which proved to be difficult, as the eager pumping of my hips caused me to pant wildly with a sexual fever. It was like I was pushing the air right out of him with every thrust, but Drew gave a few quiet whines of delight, and wrapped himself around me even tighter. He needed this love so badly. I needed to give it to him. It was the perfect moment. Two souls that lived to please one another in every possible way.

But, after a few minutes, despite my efforts, my arms and leg were beyond sore. Fatigued and almost numb at this point from holding my weight up for such a long time, I found myself nearly ready to collapse. I was breathing so hard that it was making me dizzy. I didn't want to disappoint Drew by bringing our lovemaking to a stop, so I tried to keep going. I just couldn't support myself any longer.

I attempted to catch my breath as I pushed myself in deep, hoping to find some kind of energy reserve within me that I hadn't tapped into yet. Arrrgh! He felt soooo good! So moist. So tight. I wanted to keep going, but I've never actually done this before. I don't think the muscles I'm using have ever really had a workout like this.

Drew's hips were moving up and down, trying to get more 'action' out of me. Then I said, "Wait...I can keep going, I just...umm..."

But he just kissed me on the lips with a smile. Then he whispered, "My baby. Hehehe!" It made me happy to know that I hadn't failed him or anything. He said, "I've got an idea. Here, get up for a second..."

We began to shift our positions, and I slipped out of his warm body in one smooth motion. I could instantly feel the disconnect. It was cold. Distant. All of that life and love and sensual activity...gone in a flash. And I wanted to be immersed in it again right away. Drew also felt my absence as he put his legs down and felt me slide out of his grip. He whimpered quietly, his eyes glazing over as he rolled over and got on his knees. He crawled over to me and kissed me on the lips. Then he lightly gave my chest a push as he sat me up with my back against his bed. Then, with a sexy grin, he straddled my lap, and he reached back to find my hardness and guide it back to his tight little opening again. I giggled a bit as I saw Drew bite his bottom lip and look up at the ceiling, trying to concentrate on getting the coordination right.

"Hehehe, don't laugh at me!" He said, blushing sweetly. "Wait...ok, there we go. I've got it."

I felt the tip of my hardness touch his heated entrance, and with a lot less effort than our first penetration, his body opened up to me and began to gobble me up, inch by inch, until we both had our heads tossed back, eyes closed in ecstasy. That one long sigh that you make when you enter somebody...I can't compare it to any other feeling in the world. It's..it's just...wow. I can't imagine that anything else in life could be more amazing. To truly be one with another person. To really feel them surrounding the most private and intimate of you, and handle you with total safety and care...it's practically a religious experience. It's almost enough to make you cry tears of joy once you experience it for yourself.

Drew gripped my shoulders with his fingers as he held his breath and tried to quickly adjust to that sexy sensation of being 'full' again. He smiled at me, and suddenly lunged forward to kiss me on the lips. "Hehehe, sorry. You just looked so cute that I couldn't help myself." I pulled him close to me and rubbed my nose against his. "Hehehe, don't. I don't want you to slip out of me." Drew made a few gyrations with his bottom as it took the last inch or two, and his soft mounds rested on my slightly spread thighs. And with a gentle kiss on the side of my neck, he began to rise again. He clenched up slightly, giving my excited length a long, warm, 'suck'. And then he relaxed his anal muscle and slid back down to the base again. I could tell by the concentrated look on his face that it was a whole new sensation for him. But one that he really seemed to enjoy.

I didn't let his mind drift off into space though. I didn't want him to just think about the feeling of impaling himself, or the rhythm with which he was doing so. I smiled, and I lifted his chin to look me in the eye. I wanted him to see me. I wanted us to connect. And just those few seconds of eye contact made Drew blush and giggle in the cutest way.

I liked having my hands free in this position. I loved being able to grip Drew's slender sides, and run my hands up and down. Sometimes caressing his back, sometimes rubbing my hands over his hairless chest and nipples. I liked to spread my hands out over his thighs and feel them flex as he continued to ride me, soft, sensual, cries of passion filling the room as we enjoyed each other fully. Never did I think something like this would feel this good. Never.

Drew began to bounce a little harder on me. A little faster. There were two or three times that my erection was...ummm...bent in a way that it wasn't supposed to bend. It was a bit of an 'ouchy' moment, but by the time I felt it, I was sliding back into him again, and the pleasure had returned. So it was hardly anything to complain about. His hardness was bouncing along with him beating my flat tummy like a drum. It was straining so much. I knew that it needed attention, so I took hold of it. That only increased Drew's passion, and he grounded himself on my thighs, forcing me even deeper into him, and he made a few circles with his hips that nearly made me explode right then and there. He kissed me lustfully, and I stroked his shaft slowly. Hehehe, it created the most adorable set of trembles in him. And every time that I slid my thumb over the slick and sticky head of his erection, his inner walls would squeeze me even tighter. And soon, he was bobbing up and down again. His body had such an uncontrollable craving for me. Talk about an ego stroke.

Drew moaned something sexy in my ear, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. I just know that his body began to constrict around me, and his excited humping began to increase. It was like he was milking me so hard that I had to wrap my arms around his writhing frame and press my cheek against his chest just to hold him still! The orgasm within me was already at the gates, and once Drew hugged me tightly around the neck and his body began to twitch, it quickly rushed to the surface!

His whole body went into violent convulsions, and his legs gave out on him. I think he sank down deeper on my shaft than even he expected. But he was so enraptured by the feeling that he couldn't do much more than cry out my name and try to hold on to whatever he could reach as his shaft began to spasm with his second climax of the afternoon. The hot seed covering my chest, and one or two shots nearly reaching my CHIN!

I don't know who erupted first. But one thing is clear, either it was Drew's tight hole, squeezing and pulsing around my over stimulated manhood that made me lose it....or it was the feel of me filling Drew up with the heavy splashes of my release that set him off first. All I know is...the breathless kiss that came afterward was the most erotic part of the whole process.

Drew's lips are sooooo addictive...

Then...there was a moment where Drew had to break the kiss and put his chin on my shoulder to get more air into his lungs. Our heaving chests pressed tightly against one another as we came down from yet another high.

I remember just rubbing my hand up and down Drew's back for a few minutes. Kissing what ever exposed flesh that I could reach while I tried to keep from getting hard again. Hehehe! Two times, maybe. But three? I don't wanna 'sprain a muscle' or anything. God, he smelled good. And his soft hair was kinda brushing against my cheek and my ear...those delicious curls, almost lulling me into a trance from their tender touch. And Drew...I don't think he meant to do it, but a few times, he squeezed his little bubbled cheeks together, or wiggled slowly on my lap, and I had to fight to keep myself from taking him all over again.

I just kept thinking to myself, over and over...."So this is lovemaking..."

I mean, I'm sure that there will come a day when this won't be such a life altering experience for me. I'm sure that one day, I'll be all grown up, and me and Drew having sex will be more routine. At least I HOPE it will be! Hehehe!

But...when you have my limited access and shallow history with anything even remotely sexual...this is like a baby's first time tasting ice cream! I mean....it's just so cool when every touch, every kiss, every position, very caress, is all so new and inviting. When everything just opens the door to a new and exciting experience. To share something like this with someone that you really love...someone you're really HOT for, and you know that he's just as hot for you...it's indescribably awesome! As I held Drew in my arms, still feeling his breath on my skin as his boyish panting and soft purring started to quiet down...I couldn't help but to feel totally at peace with what I was feeling at that moment.

It makes you question what's so wrong with loving somebody this way. It forces you to ask why it's such a problem with some people. People who aren't here right now. People who have no idea what it's like to be so utterly enveloped in a feeling that you would rather DIE than give it up for the sake of somebody else's approval.

I don't know. Maybe this kind of thing really is rare for most of us. Maybe that's why so few people ever really make an attempt to understand.

Maybe they never will.

And if it weren't for Drew coming into my life...I might have been one of those people. Wow, I'm SO glad that I'm not!

After a while of holding Drew on my lap, cuddling him lovingly as he remained wrapped around me, his legs straddling mine....I heard him sigh to himself. Then he whimpered, "I love you soooo much, Ethan..."

I kissed his cheek, and I said, "I love you too, babe..."

He wiggled some more, and my sensitivity made me wince a little from the movement. And we stayed like that for a while. We were both sooooo worn out. Not just from the sex, but from the orgasms themselves. It was like being paralyzed, I honestly didn't want to move ever again. Even when one of my legs started to fall asleep. Hehehe, Drew was far from heavy, but we had been cradling one another for quite some time now. I'd be all pins and needles soon.

A few more minutes pass...

And then Drew looks me in the eye, and he takes a sweet moment to play with my hair. We share a giggle over how dismantled my perfect hair had become while we were having sex, and then...after a brief pause, Drew kissed me deeply on the lips. We suck gently on each other's tongues for a moment, and then he takes a moment just to...look at me. I asked him what he was thinking about, and he said, "I just....I like looking at you. I don't think I could have cut a prettier boy out of a magazine. Heh..."

He indulged in that cute habit of his, twirling some of his chaotic curls around his slim fingers. I said, "Well, you're awfully 'pretty' yourself."

"Hehehe, no. No, I'm not. Not like you. You're too much for me. I look at you...and I can hardly breathe at all. The thought of you smiling in my direction makes me sooooo nervous. Even now." The compliment made me grin, and Drew wiggled his sexy little butt on my lap again, a tiny whine escaping from the back of his throat. "SEE? That's what I'm talking about! You're soooooo gorgeous! It, like...hurts to look at you."

I kissed his lips, and I said, "Well, look all you want. I'm totally yours. And I always will be." I smiled. "I'm your guy."

His blush deepened, and he kissed me back. Saying, "Unh unh...I'm your guy. And don't you forget it. Hehehe!"

I said, "Oh yeah. That's right. So...does that mean I can officially call you my baby, now?"

Drew lightly bit the corner of his bottom lip. "Well...yeah. Definitely. You can call me that. I mean...if you wanna..." He playfully rolled his eyes, attempting to hide a bashful smile from me. "I think I'd like that."

Feeling a bit mischievous, I changed the tilt in my smirk, and I asked, "Then....can I call you my lover?"

He snickered at the idea, but after another quick peck on the lips, he said, "Yeah. I suppose so....hehehe....."

Then, with a wicked grin, I asked, "Can I call you my bitch?"

"Don't push it!" He said.

"What? I can't call you my bitch?"

"NO! Hehehe! Not to my face!"

"Well, that's no problem. You'll be facing the other way when I say it, anyway..." I got a slap on the chest before I could even finish that sentence! Hahaha!

"ETHAN! Don't be mean!"

"I'm NOT! Hehehe, geez, you're so gay!" I said, and when his mouth opened to say something, I took the opportunity to plant another deep kiss on those pouty little lips of his.

"No fair..." He sighed.

We stared a one another for a moment, lost in the sound of our hearts beating in perfect harmony, and with a giggle, I wiped some of Drew's fluids off of my chest and offered it to him. But he tightened his lips and leaned back. "What? Have some." I said.

"No way."

"Why not? It's your's."

"I know it's mine. That's why I don't want it. I'd rather taste yours instead." He smirked.

But I took advantage and playfully pushed my fingers forward to smear some of it on his cheek. He was laughing, but he struggled in an attempt to slap me for doing it. "Hehehe, STOP! Ethan! You put sperm on my face! My DAD is gonna come home eventually, you know? I can't have this on my face!"

"So wash your face then." I chuckled.

"I wouldn't HAVE to, if you'd stop being naughty!" He tried to give me a playful slap or two, but I grabbed a hold of both of his wrists and held the down at his sides. He tried to get free, but that only caused me to hold them behind his back. Leaving him completely helpless against my attack of kisses once I leaned forward again.

"I love you. K? I mean that." I said. "You're beautiful. Nothing less than perfect."

"M'kay..." He said. Then I felt him writing in my lap again. Squeezing me with his snug little tunnel as he tried to bring me back to life.

"Hehehe, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I wanna see if I can get you hard in me again. That was really cool last time."

"Hey, I'm not a machine, ya know? We're taking a break." I laughed.

"Awwww..." Drew gave me a sad puppy dog look that made me burst out laughing. He kissed me again. And again. And again. He said, "I can't live without you. You know...you're never gonna get rid of me if you keep proving to me how amazing you are."

It touched me. It really did. I wasn't sure how to answer. I think my emotions got all tied up in a knot, and my only response was to change the subject. "Hehehe, your sperm is getting cold."

He laughed at me, and I found myself having to protect myself from another onslaught of slaps and sloppy kisses....but I loved every second of it. And I loved him. I've never been so alive inside.

Over the next two hours...Drew and I had enough sex to last us a lifetime. I mean...seriously...we were having dry orgasms by the time we had gotten enough of each other. And even when we weren't mating like a couple of jack rabbits...we couldn't seem to let each other go. Reality was MUCH too cold without one another's naked embrace to keep us warm. Giggles and snuggles and cuddles and kisses...whispered conversations and extended sighs of pleasure. I had no idea how we were going to find the strength to untangle our arms and legs and get dressed again. I never wanted to leave. Never. I could suck on those kissable lips of his for the rest of my life and never regret a single moment of it. There's no such thing as wasted time when you're in the arms of the one you love.

As painfully shy as Drew had always been, he proved to be extremely horny once we got a chance to be together in peace. Hehehe! I was pleasantly surprised. He'll get no complaints from me. I'll give it to him anytime he wants it. The funny thing is, he never once lost his angelic grace. All that sexual activity, and he still blushes when I kiss him on the cheek. I loved that about him. It was the most playfully adorable part of his personality, in my opinion.

Unfortunately, the time came when Drew's paranoid mind began to get the best of him again. He began to look at the clock every few minutes, he began loosen his loving arms from around me...his once gentle trembling was becoming more and more turbulent by the second. And even though he was too polite to say it first, I knew that Drew wanted me to get dressed and go before his dad got home. I've never actually met Drew's dad before, but just from talking to him on the phone that one time, even if only for a few seconds...it was enough to know that he had the potential to be absolutely terrifying. Which baffled me, because his mom was so open and understanding and sweet when it came to me. If I was in Drew's shoes...I'd choose to live with her any day! Even if he had to change schools.

Then again, he once told me that he couldn't bear the burden of having to come out of the closet all over again. To have the students turn on him, laugh at him, begin to bully and chastise him, all over from scratch. He said he'd much rather deal with the situation he has now. His exact words were, "Anything else would just feel like a step backwards at this point." Heh...my baby is smart. He gets another flurry of kisses now...just for being smart. Hehehe!

As I was getting dressed, Drew began to look out the window for his father's car. Hehehe, we still had almost 40 minutes left, but he was soooo scared that he would come home early. I teased him by being really really slow, putting my shoes on. Drew saw that and nearly panicked!

"Ethan! C'mon! Don't! This is serious...." He whimpered.

"What? I have to be careful with my shoes." I giggled, and Drew started hopping around with nervous jitters like he had to go to the bathroom or something! He BEGGED me to hurry up. We both knew that I was only poking fun at him...but there was a line. I mean, he was actually starting to shake himself silly with fear, and the last thing I wanted to do was stress him out after such a beautiful afternoon. So got my stuff, and I allowed Drew's scrawny arms push me towards the door.

"Are you sure you don't wanna try to squeeze in ONE more quickie?" I laughed.

"NO! Go! You have to get out now! Hehehe!"

"What about if I just give you a quick suck, right here at the door?"

"How about you let me make out with you for about a half hour?"

"Ethan!!!" He giggled.

"Fifteen minutes???"

He managed to actually dig his feet into the carpet and push me forward a step or two until I was standing outside of his front door. I have to admit, I was surprised. Hehehe, that boy must have had one heck of an adrenaline boost. I looked back at Drew with a grin as he was clearly fatigued and out of breath from just that little bit of activity alone. Then he attempted to hide a smile from me as he worked up the courage to say goodbye to me. God, he was CUTE! Hehehe!

He said, "Today was...it was great. Super super great. Or..you know...whatever." He looked down at his feet for a moment, and it gave me a thrilling shiver to see him being so bashful and sweet. I am so CRAZY for this boy!

II said, "Does that mean that I can come back in for another quickie now?"

Drew snickered, but he said, "NO....but..."

"But what?" "I dunno...." He blushed. "Hehehehe....ummmm...I'll call you later on tonight. K?"

"You promise?" I asked.

"I promise. I promise, already! Just go!" He said. But then he quit goofing around, and his face adopted a much more quiet and serious expression. He looked me in the eye and he said, "I'll be looking forward to it. Any time spent connected to you is the highlight of my life."

"Look at you, getting all poetic on me!" I said, sticking out my tongue.

"Wha...? See? You RUINED it now! Hehehe! Go away! I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"You sure you don't want a rapid fingering before your dad gets home?"

We both laughed out loud at the idea, but he slammed the door shut in my face to keep me from being too naughty.

I waited a few seconds, hearing Drew lean back against the door as he, undoubtedly, tried to keep himself from feeling faint from the love and tingles overwhelming his delicate frame with emotions that he was trying soooo hard to get a handle on. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from snickering loud enough for him to hear me. Then I rang the bell again.

The second he opened up, I didn't give him a chance to even ask what I was up to. I just jerked forward and kissed him on the lips! "Hehehe, I love you, babe!"

The shock on his face was priceless! "Ethan!!! My neighbors! Geez!!! Get outta here!"

"I know you liked it!" I grinned, backing away. "You still my bitch?"

"Don't call me that!" He grinned, then added, "But...yeah. I am."

I would have skipped home if my body was all 'sex-sore' from multiple orgasms and rapid hip thrusting. I imagine it's gonna last for a few days too. Like that time my gym teacher had me running laps all afternoon for cursing in class. I think some of my muscles STILL hurt from that door.

But for something like this, Drew can punish me anytime.

He kept his word and called me later on that night. It was so cute to hear him whispering to me on the phone. He was certainly cheerful for someone so terrified of his dad finding out about us. He said, "You know...right now I feel kinda funny..."

"Funny? Funny, how?"

He hushed his voice to an even softer tone. "I dunno....it's like, I feel all warm back there now. Hehehe!"

"Hahaha! Omigod, did you just say 'warm'?"

"Shhhh..." What the heck was he shushing ME for? "It's true. But it's like...a good warm. It's like I can still feel you...moving in and out...I can't explain it, but it's like...the hottest feeling ever. I've been walking around the house with a boner for the last three hours!" It made us both snicker out loud, but Drew made sure to tell me, "It's not as good as the real thing though. I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you."

I said, "I've been thinking about you too."

"Thanks, Ethan..." He sounded like he was getting a bit trembly with his voice. "...Thanks for being the best boy ever created."

I told him, "Thanks for being my equal then."

"Smooth." He grinned. I could practically feel him rolling his eyes. "I can't believe how many times we did it today. Hehehe! I wasn't being a freak, was I?"

"What? No way. I liked it. BOY, did I like it."

"I might have to do something again before bedtime. Hehehe, that feeling mixed with hearing your voice...it's got me all worked up again." He giggled quietly.

"Really? You gonna let me listen while you do it? Because that sounds sexy as hell..." I smirked...

...And then my heart stopped!

I turned around and saw my mom standing in my bedroom doorway with her arms folded!

'Ahem..." She raised an eyebrow and I stood there as my body temperature dropped to lethal levels. Oh God...which part of that did she hear??? She was obviously not happy with whatever it was that she heard, and her expression showed it. She pointed a finger at me, and said, "You mind your manners, mister. You hear me?" I nodded, my teeth practically chattering from the threat of exposure. I think I know why Drew was so scared. She said, "You tell whoever you're talking to that you've got homework. It's past 9:30, and they should have homework too. So let's wrap it up and get it done. Alright? Playtime is over."

"Yes, Mom..." I said nervously.

She gave me another quick sideways look, and shook her head as she walked away. "And keep that door open..." She hollered back.

I laughed as I got back on the phone with Drew. "Omigod, my mom TOTALLY just heard that!"

"She DID???" He gasped.

"What did I say? Was it dirty?"

"Oh no! I don't remember!"

"Hehehe, well, listen...I think I should go. She's gonna be paying attention now. Ugh!" I said. "I'll miss you though."

"You'll see me tomorrow."

"I know. But...that's tomorrow." There was a pause, with both of us wondering who was going to say the magic words first. As usual, I took the initiative and beat him to it. "You ready?"

He sighed, "Yeah...I'm ready..."

"I love you, Drew."

"Love you, Ethan." He whimpered.

Is it true? Can he still 'feel' me? That's the most awesome thing in the world. There I go again, getting swept up in the majesty of it all. If only I could get my friends back and have them stop being so darn suspicious of everything, life would be perfect. I mean....I don't know. Maybe this thing with me and Jermaine has gone on for long enough. I still don't know if I want to just come right out and tell him, "Drew and I know what each other's sperm tastes like!" But...if there was someone that I would consider my first choice for easing them into this new truth about me...Jermaine would be the one.

Joey and Billy...may take a few weeks longer...

I'll think about it once my brain has some room. Right now, all I can think about is Drew. To be honest, what else is there?

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Insanely hot ! But I hope they'll switch positions once in a while, even if Drew seems happy being the bottom. Or than Ethan will at least allow some mutual fingering time.

Now Ethan just needs to sort himself out regarding school, friends and parents. But I'm guessing there will be some bad stuff with all of that, before the story is over. Just hope it does not rip them apart.

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I think my biggest criticism of this story at this point is the lack of progression of the main character. He has spent far too much time wringing his hands and sneaking around and cutting everyone but Drew out of his life. That's the only thing he's really done after starting to accept his sexuality and realizing that he can indeed find love, other then exploring his new relationship. Which I actually enjoy.

He's spent far too many chapters making excuses for why he can't be with his friends and why he can't even talk to them. I can understand him not coming out to everyone just yet, but if he could at least trust a couple of other people with the truth, I think it would help him out a great deal. Billy and Joey are an enigma, they certainly acted pretty damn homophobic early on so its hard to say how they'd react, but Jermaine would be accepting. That's a conversation that's long overdue. It seemed like Jermaine was trying to be there and accepting of Ethan that day on the basketball court and invite him and Drew as a couple to join them, he just seemed to go about it entirely the wrong way. Obviously Ethan's heightened paranoia isn't helping either. Those two need to have a heart-to-heart to clear the air. The fact that Ethan keeps saying something along those lines, and recognizes that he could come out to Jermaine and yet keeps putting it off is getting frustrating and repetitive.

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I am in agreement on the previous comments. AND Com you need to have some continuity notes for each story. It kind of makes it hard to follow along when you write a chapter or 2 at a time and then come back sometime later for another chapter, but don't read about where you left off. Remember the past 3 chapters are happening on a Friday, Early Out. There should not be a need to do homework on a Friday night. And Tomorrow is NOT Monday but Saturday. Are we going to pretend that the weekend does not existed. It messes with my head when Ethan starts at age 14 then he's 15 and then back to 14. This happened in another story too. (It's called accelerated aging-- not in the real world.) Don't mean to be critical. Now let's get the friend situation fixed


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Lacy has a dark secret that no one else knows. When her husband finds out he has a decision to make…and Lacy’s fate hangs in the balance.

Lacy dearly loved her husband David and couldn’t imagine living without him. She was always supportive of his hopes and dreams, and she was always there to back him up no matter what troubles beset them. Over the years they had conquered every obstacle that had challenged them, and she still welcomed him to their bed with open arms and found inventive ways to excite him. It was the ideal marriage. So why was she on her knees in the restroom of a convenience store with the huge cock of an eighteen year old clerk deep in her mouth and desperately swallowing his cum?

It had started during the third year of their marriage. She had been running in the park and had caught a flash of something off the jogging path, and had stepped through the thick woods to find the pleasant little glade occupied by an athletically built young man lying in the sun and reading a men’s magazine. There was a small pile of college textbooks beside him on the blanket, but his attention was focused on the magazine and he had a huge cock in his hand, masturbating.

He had raised his eyes and flushed deep crimson when he saw the slender ponytailed blonde with her breasts rising and falling rapidly from her exercise. Her odd, amber colored eyes were riveted on his swollen erection and her nipples were suddenly poking out the front of her sports bra. The tight lycra running shorts she wore covered her slim hips like a glove and enhanced her long graceful legs. He was scrambling to stuff his prick back into his shorts when he heard her speak in a soft voice.

“Don’t,” she whispered. He froze, looking her inquisitively. Her generous lips were puffy, her nipples were rigid, and one dainty hand had crept between her slender thighs. “Don’t hide it, please, I want to watch!” Lacy couldn’t believe the words coming from her mouth. What the hell was she thinking?

Still slightly embarrassed, the young man stopped trying to stuff his erection back into his shorts and let it hang free. “Do it,” she pleaded. He wrapped his hand around the thick penis and slowly stroked it, staring at the sexy, sweating woman. He was suddenly aroused by her watching him, and he began to twist and jerk at his swollen manhood. He stopped and slid his shorts to his knees, and knelt on the blanket, the magazine forgotten. Lacy felt the flames of desire rise in her belly and she knelt to get a better look at the big purplish glans of his cock. “Yes,” she whispered, “like that…squeeze it.” Her free hand moved to her rigid nipple and began to twist and pinch it. She made small, erotic sounds that excited the young man.

“I…I want to see you too,” he whispered. Without taking her eyes from his throbbing cock she slid the tight shorts to her knees, exposing her shaved pussy to his hungry eyes. She heard his low moan and a wild recklessness overwhelmed her, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her eyes glazed over with a wicked lust and she stood, slowly removing her sports bra and kicking the shorts from around her ankles. Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man.

Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…”

He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat. “Fuck me!” she cried.

He pulled her down to his blanket, laying her on her back. Her legs spread wide automatically, her hips writhing with need and she reached for his thick hard penis. The feel of it in her hand, the searing heat of it, drove her to pull him into her depths and she gasped at the sudden intrusion of hot manflesh.

Bucking wildly, she began to fuck him wildly from beneath. The young man was on top, but there was never any question who was in control.

Her ankles were locked behind the small of his back and she was squeezing him to her with her thighs.

Pound me you fucker, fuck me harder. I want to feel your hot cum scalding my pussy!” she said as she humped her hips up against him. Unable to contain himself any longer, he sprayed his essence into her enthusiastically. Lacy convulsed in ecstasy.

She had been ridden with guilt afterwards, going home and trying to shower the guilt off, turning her skin bright pink from scrubbing herself. Curling into a fetal ball, Lacy had cried until she choked. A cup of hot coffee and an hour of concentration later, she came to the conclusion that the morning had been a one time aberration and that she would keep it to herself. No good would come of her confessing what she had done to David, and she would do her best to forget about the incident. What was done was done and no amount of self recrimination could change it. With her conflict resolved, she cheerfully went about her housework and preparing David’s favorite meal. After a pleasant dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Lacy slipped into their bedroom and put on her sexiest negligee. David had forgotten all about his favorite TV show as she had dimmed the lights and knelt between his legs, giving him the best blowjob of his life. For the first time in her life, she hadn’t wanted to pull away at the height of his orgasm. When David came she had pulled her lips back to the crown of his glans and sealed his cock off with her full lips, capturing every drop of his cum in her mouth. When it had been over and she had drained his balls, she had stood and stripped off her crotchless panties, crawling into David’s lap. When her heated pussy was pressed against his flaccid penis, she had looked into his eyes and opened her mouth to show him the thick load of cum inside. She closed her mouth quickly to keep from losing any and swallowed it all down. Then she had licked her lips with a lascivious smile and pressed her breasts into his chest. David had been awestruck and extremely happy.

The next time it had happened she had been shopping at the mall when she had chanced on a young man who was being berated by a very attractive young lady. Apparently he had worked up the nerve to ask her out and the spoiled little bitch had backed him into a dark hallway and was explaining in great detail why an awesome chick like her would ever go out with a worthless nerd such as himself.

Lacy had not hesitated an instant. She strode down the dimly lit hall and had brushed aside the arrogant girl without so much as an “excuse me,” and had grabbed the young man and kissed him passionately…confusing both the young man and the girl. When she released him, she had opened the front of her dress, baring her small perfect breasts and then reached in her purse and drew out a fity dollar bill. “It’s all I have baby, but I can get you the rest late…I just couldn’t wait any longer,” she said breathlessly, sinking to her knees in front of him. The young man and the girl had watched, astonished, as Lacy freed his cock from his jeans and energetically plunging his swollen cock into her luscious mouth.

Lacy laid it on thick, exclaiming at his size and the sweet taste of his cock, and telling him how she had been unable to think of anything but his cock for the last few days. “You don’t even have to fuck me baby, if you’ll just give me your cum!” she had said in her hottest, sexiest voice. When his cock had surged and his balls had churned in his scrotum she had moaned very loudly and fastened her lips around the base of his cock, sucking until he was dry. When he leaned back against the wall, shaken and in shock, Lacy had stood up and kissed him again, taking her time and making the appropriate noises. “I promise baby,” she’d said in a stage whisper, “I’ll pay you the rest next time.” She’d given him a wink and turned to face the girl. “Sorry honey, you’ll have to give him a few minutes to recover…I couldn’t wait any longer.” Lacy had reached up with her hand and slowly and casually wiped a gobbet of the boy’s cum from her chin that she had left there deliberately. With studied exaggeration, she had placed the finger with his cum on it in her mouth, swished the fluid around in her mouth, and swallowed it. “God that’s so good!” She fastened the front of her dress and had left the girl staring after her in amazement. The young man had a happy, crooked smile on his face.

Lacy was smiling to herself, pleased at confounding the arrogant little bitch and heartened by the boy’s crooked smile. This time she felt no guilt at all, just an overpowering desire for David’s cock. She climbed into her car and drove directly to his office.

The receptionist had greeted her brightly and told her David was in his office. She had entered his office and he had not even looked up. She stood for just a moment, taking in his handsome visage and feeling her love for him welling up inside of her. She quickly unbuttoned the buttons that closed the front of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. David looked up in surprise when he heard the dress fall. “Did you think it was Sheila that came in, shut the door, and stripped off her dress?” Lucy asked as she slipped off the wispy pair of French cut panties that were her only remaining garment.

She straddled him on his desk chair and pressed one firm breast into his mouth, her body on fire with lust. “Honey, what if somebody comes in…” he mumbled around her soft flesh.

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A/N: I totally blame slashscribe for this one. She was the flaming drunkard that texted me a picture of condom-covered bananas from NYC Pride. After much discussion with dietpunkfics, we came to the agreement that she might need this to help with her hangover today. Just sayin'. Also, this is written at four in the morning, so don't expect it to make much sense, k?

Oh and PLEASE don't drink/eat/drive while reading this. You've been warned.

Gibbs rubbed his face with his hands for the second time that evening, groaning as he resisted the urge to throttle the man next to him.

No, physically assaulting a man would be bad. Physically assaulting a man in a cab would be worse. Physically assaulting a man who was a member of his team would be very bad. Physically assaulting a man he'd be secretly lusting after for ten years would be extremely bad.

He and Tony had been in New York City for the past three days attending a conference on new initiatives towards fighting terrorism (although with Osama dead and Saddam hanged he wasn't quite sure why this conference was necessary). Tony had begged Gibbs to stay an extra day in the city so they could explore—they so seldom had time for vacations that it was a treat to relax away from the office and being on call, even if only for a day. And since NCIS was footing the bill, Gibbs thought, "Why not?"

What he hadn't counted on was the fact that it was Pride week in New York. After touring the city for the better part of the morning, Tony had said he was going to go check out the parade and floats, and promptly disappeared.

Gibbs wasn't a bigot, nor was he homophobic—hell, he'd been lusting after his male second in command for the better part of ten years after all—but he hated the crowds, which was why he had opted to go to a few more sights he'd wanted to see, then enjoy the rest of his evening in the hotel.

He was on his way down to the hotel bar for a quiet drink when his phone began to ring. Fishing it out and squinting at the display, he frowned when he recognized it to be from Tony.

"Gibbs," he answered with his usual gruffness.

"Hey, Boss," Tony's voice rang loud through the speaker, and Gibbs had to move the phone away from his ear so he wouldn't go deaf. "I… uh… I think I've had too much to drink and I don't have any cash left on me to take a cab. Can you come and get me?"

Gibbs groaned. Great. A drunk DiNozzo. That'd be all he need right now, he rubbed his face with his hand and hissed into his phone, trying not to scare the rest of the guests in the lobby. "Where the hell are you, DiNozzo?"

"That, is a good question. A very good question. You're so smart, Boss," Tony said with a light voice, and it sounded like he was almost giggling. "Hold on, I'll ask."

Tony's voice disappeared briefly, and Gibbs could hear the background music underneath the buzz of people talking and shouting coming through the speaker.

"Ok… I'm at a bar called The Cat Call," Tony stopped, and Gibbs could make out a burp through the speaker. "Half-naked stud muffin over there said it was a block south of the 14th Street stop."

"Fine," Gibbs growled resignedly. "Wait for me outside, DiNozzo. Don't make me come looking for you, or I'll leave your ass there."

"Aww, Boss, you wouldn't!" Tony whined.

"Watch me."

"Alright, alright," Tony giggled again, as if he thought of something funny. "I'll be waiting, Jethro."

Gibbs could feel his pants tighten at Tony's use of his name. It wasn't the first time the younger man had called him that to tease him, but the way he said it just now was sending a shiver down Gibbs' spine… Gibbs had to give himself a head slap to stop thinking about it.

Half an hour later, Gibbs found himself outside of the club that Tony had said he'd be, and sure enough, the younger man was standing outside waiting for him.

Gibbs could feel his jaw drop when Tony approached the cab he was in.

The man looked like sex on legs—and smelled a bit like it too, Gibbs frowned as Tony got into the cab. Tony had ditched his work clothes, and dressed himself in a form-fitting sleeveless tee and some sinfully low cut denim that hugged his lower body like a glove. Gibbs could see a glimpse of Tony's rock hard abs and the bit of hair on them as Tony shimmied into the cab.

"Hiya, Jethro," Tony leaned over towards Gibbs as soon as he got into the cab. "I've decided that I'm going to call you Jethro. Gibbs sounds so… harsh. Jethro has a nicer ring to it, don't you think? Jethro…"

Tony continued to chant Gibbs' name as he plastered himself over Gibbs, and there was nothing Gibbs could do except to hold on to Tony by his waist so he wouldn't go flying when the cab stopped. "Thanks for coming to get me," Tony began whispering into his ear, his lips so close Gibbs could feel the moist air of Tony's breath.

Gibbs had never seen Tony this drunk before. When he saw Tony drink, the younger man usually went for the good stuff, sipping slowly. He'd know though, that Tony and Abby went out clubbing sometimes, but he'd never known Tony to get wasted like this.

It was a good thing that it was Pride, Gibbs thought to himself. This way at least no one would think anything about seeing two men snuggled up anywhere. And it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying it; he was just frustrated at the same time because he knew nothing would come out of it. Tony would sleep it off and Gibbs would pretend that nothing happened the next morning. Tony was his second in command, and regardless of how much he'd wanted the younger man, he wouldn't risk both their careers for a quick roll in the hay even if Tony were interested.

At least that was what he thought.

Gibbs breathed out a sigh of relieve when they finally made it back to the hotel. Tony had squirmed the entire ride back, and his hands were touching everywhere. Gibbs didn't want to hurt the young man trying to restrain him, so Gibbs resigned himself to just take it.

It wasn't like he wasn't enjoying it either, but it was distracting. Gibbs couldn't keep his mind off of how nice it would be to give into the temptation named Tony.

After he paid and thanked the driver, Gibbs began maneuvering Tony towards their hotel room. And as soon as they got into their hotel room, Gibbs pushed Tony in the direction of the bathroom.

"Get yourself cleaned up," Gibbs ordered.

Tony turned his head back to pout at Gibbs with a flutter of his lashes—that made Gibbs' heart skip a beat—then turned around and strolled into the bathroom, but not before he slowly stripped down to his birthday suit as he went.

Gibbs watched Tony walk into the bathroom and made sure he heard the water turning on before grabbing a bottle of Jack out of the minibar. His pants had gotten very tight and uncomfortable.

He had just finished his drink when he felt a pair of arms around his waist.

"Tony, let go of me and get in bed," Gibbs growled. "Don't make me say that twice."

"Hmm… Boss, you smell nice," Tony buried his nose into Gibbs' neck and nuzzled, not hearing anything Gibbs had said. "I like it. How is it that sawdust smells so good on you?"

Gibbs gulped.

He could feel the back of his shirt get wet from Tony's still damp body. If he had to guess, he'd say Tony came out of the shower naked, judging by the hardness that was pressing into his ass right now.

"God you could tempt a saint," Gibbs cursed under his breath quietly so Tony wouldn't hear, but he forgot how good Tony's hearing was.

"But I only ever wanted to tempt you," Tony growled, spinning Gibbs around and began backing the older man into the bed closest to them. "You know, I hate you sometimes. Do you even know why I flirt so much? I was trying to get you to take notice!

"I have wanted you since you hired me back in Baltimore, and I'm sick and tired of waiting for you to make a move. I know you're interested, I can see it in your eyes," Tony pushed Gibbs down on the bed and pinned him in place with his own body. "And don't tell me you can't because of rule twelve. Fuck rule twelve."

Gibbs was shocked. Of all the things he'd expected to hear from the younger man, this wasn't it. He had been the one with the crush, not Tony, hadn't it?

"Shut up, Jethro," Tony snapped at Gibbs then moved in to nip at Gibbs' neck. "And don't move."

Tony climbed off the bed and went rummaging in a plastic bag. Gibbs had no idea where and when Tony had gotten whatever the hell was in the bag.

"Now we're going to have some fun," Tony said as he crawled back into bed and began peeling clothes off of Gibbs. "I'm going to make you come so hard you'd be seeing stars."

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs tried to fight off Tony but he underestimated how strong the younger man really was. He might have a tactical advantage when they were sparring because of his experiences, that didn't mean the younger man was any less strong, especially when drunk.

"No! I'm going to have my fun and you're going to let me," Tony pinned Gibbs down again, this time without the shirt, and began to nibble and kiss down Gibbs' jaw, neck and muscular torso.

Gibbs groaned at the sensation of having Tony's mouth on him. God it felt good. He'd fantasized it so much in the past, so to have the flesh and blood Tony doing it to him was enough to get him completely hard in half a second flat.

Bottle caps popped, and Gibbs yelped when something cold was dripped onto his hard, hot cock. He propped himself up on his elbows to take a better look.

"What the fuck, DiNozzo?" Gibbs felt his eyes go round.

"What does it look like?" Tony grinned from where he was crouching right up to Gibbs' cock. "I'm having dessert."

Tony's grin widened as he held up two bottles. "Banana-flavoured lube, and chocolate sauce. It's a Chunky Monkey cock sundae."

"What the f—" Gibbs didn't get to finish his sentence as Tony ducked his head and began to lick along Gibbs' hard length, coated in banana lube and chocolate sauce.

Tony licked up the underside of Gibbs' cock before using his tongue to make swipes at the head, cleaning the sugary mix and pre-come from the slit and sucking lightly.

Gibbs tossed his head back at the maddening suction at his engorged member. This was wrong on so many levels, but he didn't want to stop even if he could. He'd wanted Tony for so long, and to have the younger man sucking him off was…

He couldn't finish that train of thought as Tony began taking him down deep into the throat.

"Oh, God," Gibbs gasped out, the muscle in his legs tensed and twitched from Tony's slow, sweet torture. "Tony…"

Tony's tongue twisted and swirled as his head bobbed up and down, cleaning Gibbs off. He sucked, hard, and began to hum as he took Gibbs in even deeper. Gibbs bucked as the vibration set off sparks shooting from his groin. It didn't take long for Tony to bring Gibbs right to the edge and then shove him promptly over without mercy. Gibbs came so hard he saw stars before blacking out.

The last thing he remembered was Tony snuggling into him, arms and legs entwined with his, and the younger man's head resting on his shoulder.


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Before I learned how to help a woman enter the continuous orgasm I was sceptical. But it really does work. First my now ex-wife and I learned how and now my girlfriend has learned. It took us several months to learn how, participating once or twice a week. It is well worth learning for both men and women of all ages.

My girlfriend and I practice methods from a variety of sources that can lead to a continuous orgasmic state that can last more than an hour. The limiting factor in all this is usually just plain physical tiredness. A massage table is certainly my favorite sex accessory.

Last night was a quicky. We started out with light stroking of the whole body with feather dusters. We progressed through a body lotion rub and massage of some sore muscles. She became more and more relaxed. As we continued my attentions became more focused on her pussy. I continued massaging the structures of the vulva. By this I mean I wasn't doing skin stimulation, I was, VERY GENTLY, massaging around the base of her clitoris and labia. There is no rubbing across the skin and lubricant isn't needed at this point. Usually this massaging produces copious natural fluids. I continued the massage and placing a finger at the vaginal entrance, allowed the muscular waves to carry my finger inside her as I continued massaging the base of her clit. As my finger reached deeper I was able to start massaging, gently, the g-spot, again a gentle pressure, not a skin rub and stopped massaging the clit. Each time she got near to a peak I would switch to the other area. As she became more and more solidly aroused she began 'singing' her pleasure as involuntary muscular contractions started and got stronger. At one point I started stroking the skin on her labia and clit and stroking her g-spot in time with each other, not too fast. Her 'singing' got more intense as she started having intense orgasmic contractions. At this point I went back to massaging the structures, clit and g-spot, building even more arousal on top of this orgasm that has started but not ended. The only words said in the singing were 'this could go on all night' when she realized that she was in a continuous orgasm state.

Areas can get fatigued. Changing the point(s) of stimulation can help maintain high arousal. A much milder stimulation will maintain the continuous orgasm state than started it. I continued in this next section much like the previous only now were building on top of an already in progress orgasm. There are several other very sensitive and/or orgasmic triggers within the vagina. Much of the vagina is surrounded by the bulk of the clitoris and this can be massaged with pressure at certain areas. Also there is a smooth area above the g-spot on the anterior wall that gets very sensitive once initial stages of orgasm are reached. I move into stroking that lightly, not a lot of pressure while skin stroking the labia and clit. As an even more intense orgasm starts building on top of the existing orgasm her singing notches up yet again. This is a relatively physically quiet part. The muscle contractions are mostly internal and her breathing is deep but even more tension is building. As this builds up and up, I start going deeper with my finger and ending up each thrust hitting against a spot on the edge of the cervix, sometimes called 'the high trigger'. As I do this I also rotate my finger instead of an in-out motion. I can get about 270 degrees of rotation. Each rotation stimulates some areas not yet accommodated to touch increasing the arousal even more, and then back to pressure on the high trigger. When her breathing gets more ragged I start massaging a part of her clitoris that would be painful to do so before this high an arousal state. I time the massage pressures, internal and external to be about a second apart. Suddenly her singing gets deeply guttural and her whole body starts having massive orgasmic contractions and there is a flood of liquid that comes out in little squirts inside her vagina from multiple places, NOT from the urethra which is at the entrance. As this continues I switch back to more lightly massaging the g-spot and base of the clitoris. This will keep this deeper orgasm going as long as stimulation is continued. Gradually I wind this down as she goes off into an ecstatic rapture. I end up with my fingers still in place but no longer moving, just applying light static pressure. As the orgasm fades, which may take 10 minutes or longer, I look at the clock and wonder where the past 2 hours have gone. She was orgasming at various levels for more than an hour. I often have an orgasm or two along with her, no touch needed at all, just riding her energy. I find an hour of her orgasming just irresistibly stimulating.

At various times an orgasm with oral stimulation can go on for as long as a persons neck and tongue can hold out. Toys of various sorts can be used along the way too. And of course if she has been orgasming for an hour before intercourse begins..., WOW! but that's another stor


Amber and Patricia heard a knock on their door at 12 that night. Since it was prom night, their bedtime had been lifted.

"Yeah?" Patricia called from her laptop, where she was scanning a Furry FanArt on Deviantart.

"Hey, guys. Can I bunk with you tonight?" Mara asked, slithering in. The two girls looked at each other and nodded.

"Why?" Patricia asked, barely glancing up from her computer screen.

"Because Nina and Fabian are drunk on spiked punch and are having a very good time in there," she said, rolling her eyes. Amber chuckled and got up to retrieve the air mattress.

"Okay, did not need to hear that," she said. Mara sat down on Patricia's bed next to her.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked, looking at the computer screen. Patricia turned the computer away from Mara and gave her that dirty look she was known for. Mara gave her that shocked and offended face she was known for and Patricia rolled her eyes and turned it back.

"Furries, eh? I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff," she said, shrugging her shoulder and giggling playfully.

"Yeah well I am," she said, clearly annoyed. Mara could never quite get her. Amber came back from the closet, dragging an air mattress into the center of the room and filling it with air. She made it and then giggled and fell back on her own bed. Everyone was a little tipsy that night, even Mara. She giggled as well and laid on the air mattress, waving her limbs around and shaking her head. Apparently when Patricia was drunk, she just got testier. Whatever. Let her be a party pooper. There was more knocking on their door.

"You girls decent?" a male voice asked behind the door.

"Mick!" Mara called, running to open the door.

"Hey! I was looking for you, Martian!" he said, reaching down and holding her face in his hands and smooching her. "I accidentally walked in on Nina and Fabian's little party," he said, closing his eyes and shaking his head. His attempt to be funny failed when his nose twitched and he turned to the side to sneeze loudly. "ACHOO!" Mara giggled and kissed him on the nose.

"Bless you," she cooed. "You have such a cute sneeze, Mickey-Mouse." She used her affectionate pet-name. He laughed, but it was ruined when he sneezed again. He pouted and looked at his nose cross-eyed and sniffed. She laughed and kissed his nose again.

"I was wondering if you'd want to sleep in Fabian and I's room tonight, since he's currently occupied somewhere else," he said, gesturing towards Amber and Mara's room, where a loud feminine gasp and moan could be heard. Mara gagged and nodded. She waved at the girls, who winked and gave her thumbs up in return. Sooner or later, the girls heard another knock on their door.

"Ugh, who is it this time?" Patricia groaned.

"I actually came to pick up my date," Alfie said, grinning as though they could see him. Amber ran to the door and opened it. She took Alfie's hands and started bouncing up and down. "Why don't you stay in my room with me?" he asked, stroking some loose strands of hair away from her face and winking. "I promise I'll keep you warm." She smiled and nodded. She shut the door and could be heard running with Alfie in the distance. Patricia sighed and continued to look at Furries. Just a few minutes later, she heard another loud sneeze from the doorway. But this time it definitely wasn't Mick.

"Jerome?" she asked, sitting up curiously. The door cracked open a little to reveal a slightly swaying Jerome.

"Can I stay with you tonight? Amber and Alfie are-"

"I get the picture, just come in. But stay in Amber's bed, no exploring-especially my dresser- and no peaking when I undress in the morning." He smiled and got into Amber's bed.

"Thanks, Trish," he said, turning out the light on his side of the room.

"Yeah, whatever." She said, typing fast and obnoxiously. Her heart started pounding a little faster. She didn't…like Jerome, did she? She'd never really liked anyone so she didn't know. Oh shit, she liked him. She really liked him. And now was her only chance and she couldn't let the alcohol speak and-

"I've changed my mind. Sleep with me." She said, closing her laptop and putting it under her bed.

"I beg your pardon?" Jerome asked, cockily.

"I said, sleep with me. That's an order." Jerome chuckled and thanked God in his mind before slipping into bed with Patricia and holding her close. "And I've changed my mind about when I undress." He grinned and kissed her on the forehead.

Everyone in Anubis House fell asleep with a smile on their face that night…wait, kinky grins count too, right?


09.11.2008 11:35 P


Apex 03-18 LB


Psycho Bitch

"One, two, three, four, we are wildcats, so we'll kick their asses a little more!!" we all chanted, while dancing around in the gym.

"Wait, wait, Hannah, did you say, 'So we'll kick their asses a little bore?'" she asked, strolling up a bit.

I walked forward and looked at her with my arms up and my eyebrows down. "For the last time, Miranda, I did not get it wrong. I've been practicing this routine for weeks now."

"Uh huh, well, let's try that again," she suggested, getting back into position.

"You fucking stupid bitch, you think just because you are the cheer captain, you can just be Cunt-zilla?" I muttered under my breath, while getting into my starting stance.

I moved my arms up and down and all around, just as the routine was.

"Hannah, are you taking this seriously at all?" she inquired, looking towards me again.

"Yes, I am!" I yelled, gawking at her. "That's why I've worked on my moves every single day for over two months now. Dare I ask: why are you such a tart?"

"Well, cut your shitty attitude and just try to attempt this simple routine. You wave your arms, kick and chant," she told me, strolling towards me.

Then she stopped in front of me and glared. "Its really that simple, but I'm just thinking your only goal here is to piss me off. Am I wrong?" she wondered, with her hands on her hips.

I bit my teeth and clenched my fists. "Here is a better question: why am I the only one that you grind your ax with? Just because you are really popular, Miss Perfect? Now you think you can do whatever the fuck you want?" I asked, getting in her face.

"You got your long blonde hair, perky tits and everything else here. Popularity isn't enough, you need to take shits on the not so attractive ladies?" I questioned, checking out her body and feeling it a bit too.

"I'm no worse than any of these ladies, but yet you just wanna bite my head off for what fucking reason exactly?!" I snapped, stomping my feet.

"What is wrong with you, Hannah? Are you having a breakdown?"

We just glared at each other for a moment with our eyebrows down.

"Did you hear a damn word I said? No, you just hear whatever you want to hear. I guess you have that body talking and listening for you, huh?" I inquired, shaking my head.

I peeked at the other ladies. "No one can even look at me? No one else wants to say anything? Shawna, Tina, Stacy? Not even you, Barb? Nothing?" I asked, putting my arms up.

I sighed. "Well, it appears that I'm a woman without a country here," I pointed out, looking at everyone.

"Just sit down for ten minutes, Hannah. When you are done with your mishap, you can come back and continue practicing."

I studied her face. "Obviously, I haven't gotten through to you."

"Well, just try to comprehend what's going on here. You are freaking out because you are fucking up the routine."

I put my hand up. "You know what, screw this bullshit, and fuck you too, Miranda, I quit!!" I roared, flipping her off.

I paraded myself towards the locker room. "Oh, shit, Miranda, I'm not walking like a lady. You better chase me down and chop off my head with that ax again," I wailed, waving my arms around and shaking my ass while pounding the floor with each step.

I went right to the locker room and got to my locker. "Wow, what a hussy. I mean damn, every single day of practice, I just wanna rip my ears off so I don't have to hear her gripe. Why the hell didn't I just quit weeks ago?" I questioned myself before I unzipped my cheerleader uniform.

I slipped out of it and threw it in the locker.

I put my palms onto the wall and took a deep breath. "Calm down, woman. Don't let her make your heart just explode. Do not let that cunt win."

After a moment of resting, I unhooked my bra, slid my panties down and stuck them into my locker. I strolled over to the towel rack and snatched one. I wrapped it around my waist and ambled to the showers. I went to the one towards the back and threw the towel to the side.

I turned the shower on and let it hit my tits and stomach. "Yes, wash away the stank of the smelly witch. I'm not gonna let it get onto me again."

I became soaked in about a minute and then I heard footsteps.

I glanced over at the entrance to the showers. "You have got to be kidding me, I can't win here, cunt-zilla is everywhere," I chuckled faintly, hitting my head softly.

She had a towel wrapped around her covering her tits down to her upper legs. She looked right back at me with her eyebrows down, but said nothing.

'Nothing to say, witch? Are you just gonna look at me as if I'm just a naked stranger in a public locker room? Even after that scene?'

I was about to open my mouth, but I bit my tongue. 'No, she's not worth it.'

She took off the towel and dropped it.

'That figures, she has big melons, a flat stomach, broad shoulders and a short haired patch on her pussy. I mother fucking hate to admit it, but she is quite enticing,' I thought, examining her body.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she told me, roaming towards the other end of the shower area.

She halted and turned a shower on.

I moved my head back towards my shower and slanted it down too. "How does a major floozy like her get a body like that? Where the fuck is the justice in this world?" I whispered.

I kept my head down for a moment, but then brought it back up. I glimmered back towards her and saw her washing herself. I licked my lips as I couldn't seem to look away.

"Shit," I hissed, clenching my fists. "Quit fucking looking at that wench," I mumbled, forcing myself to look away.

My right hand dropped to my slit and I actually felt my juice flowing out. "I know that's not shower water. Son of a bitch, how is this happening to me?" I grumbled, lowering my head again.

I just rubbed my arms and legs repeatedly, while trying not to peek at her. "What the hell is wrong with me? Why is my twat leaking out cum?" I moaned through my teeth.

I felt as if my blood flow just halted suddenly and I began breathing rather loudly too. After about another five minutes, she turned off her shower. I kept my eyes off her the best I could and then I heard footsteps.

I couldn't help, but to lean my head back up.

I saw her standing about five feet in front of me with her towel wrapped around her waist. "Who is starring now, slut?" I inquired.

"I don't sleep around, I have respect for myself, thank you very much," she let me know, with her hands on her hips.

"Just no respect for me," I pointed out, turning off the shower. "You've proven that. Being a tart to me and then trying to make me sound nuts in front of everyone," I explained, before I took my eyes off her and grabbed my towel.

I wrapped it around my waist and began walking.

As I strolled past her, she snatched my arm. "What the fuck, Miranda? Let go of my arm, you tramp!"

Her lips parted and she ogled my breasts. She licked her lips for a few seconds, but then her eyes moved to my face as I was about six inches shorter than her.

"What? Tired of looking at yourself naked? You need to check out the brunette with only shoulder length hair and smaller tits, that you take a shit on everyday?" I wondered, forcing my arm back.

I just gaped at her face for a few more seconds as she examined my breasts. "You have nice tits that perfectly fit your body, Hannah."

"You are the insane one here," I declared, before I stomped back towards my locker and took my towel off.

I pulled out my bra and panties and put them both on.

As I hooked my bra, I saw a shadow in front of me that wasn't my own. "What do you want, Miranda? I'm off the squad, that's all I can imagine you wanted," I asked, grabbing my shirt.

"Oh, a sexy silk dark blue bra and panty set," she commented, as her hand came onto my shoulder. "You are quite sexy, Hannah."

I pushed her hand off my shoulder. "What game are you playing with me?" I questioned, turning around.

"Nothing," she replied, untying her towel. "I'm just appreciating the body of a ravishing woman."

As she stood completely naked in front of me, I immediately felt a few drops of cum falling down both of my legs.

"Let me guess, you are turned on by me. Although, you can't stand it, because I'm such a bitch. Am I right? You have to be attracted to me, why else would you keep peeking at me in the showers?"

She closed the gap between us to only a few inches. "Touch them if you want or maybe you want me to touch your tits. Maybe we can feel each other up, what do you say?"

I shook and bit my lip. 'She has gotta be screwing with me.'

"Get the hell away from me, Miranda!" I shouted, pushing her away on her stomach.

I put on my shirt and shorts as she just eyeballed me. "Seriously, fuck off. You are just creeping me out now."

"Maybe I want to keep ogling you, Hannah. Let's face it: you are still on the squad."

I turned around holding my uniform. "Well, not anymore. In fact, I'm transferring to another school so I don't run into you at all. I'm saying goodbye to red and white," I stated, looking at her face.

"No, don't do that, can't we just work things out?" she wondered, slanting her head down and putting her hands together. "Pretty please?"

"No, we can't, that ship has sailed. Try running your mouth a lot less next time, maybe I won't feel the need to run and never look back. Sound good?"

"Too fucking bad, floozy," I declared, before I strolled right over to the exit.

She quickly followed me and her hand slammed onto the door. "You can't leave just like that, won't you talk to me first?"

"About what?! I'm out, so there is nothing else to talk about!" I roared, hitting the wall. "Guess what, I'm out of this school. I already registered at another one, so leave me the hell alone and just let me get out of here!" I screeched, tilting my head back.

"Just one minute. I'm not asking as a wench, just as a another female college student here, trying to make you not leave."

I sighed. "Make it quick," I made clear, before I turned to her again.

"Do you really think I'm attractive?" she wondered, rubbing her breasts.

I shot her a dirty look for five seconds. "Goodbye forever, Miranda," I stated, forcing the door open.

I left and stomped out into the hallway. "Mother fucker, she really takes the cake. Oh, wait a minute, she is an anorexic harlot that won't touch a cake," I griped, before I made it to the end of the hall.

"Wait, Hannah! I was trying to tell you something!"

"You can't be serious," I groaned through my teeth, prior to turning around.

"Miranda, what the fuck are you doing out here naked?"

She ran towards me and stopped right in front of me.

"What the fuck do you want from me?"

"This," she responded, before she put her hands onto my arms and her lips onto mine.

I immediately placed my hands onto her chest. "Miranda, get the hell away from me!!" I yelled, shoving her away.

She was breathing heavily, but grinning. "I wanna be with a woman and I want it to be you."

My hands rose up and my head leaned back. "You are a psychopath, Miranda, don't ever communicate another word to me," I advised her, before turning around. "Don't send me texts, don't message me on Facebook, just forget I exist," I warned her, before I opened the front door.

I stomped outside into the late afternoon summer heat. "Fuck me!" I snapped, before I began strolling towards my car. "Am I in a lesbian horror movie?"

I made to the parking lot across the street.

"Hey, floozy wrapped in a tart, I was talking to you!"

I glanced back towards the front door and saw her again, coming towards me.

"We're outside in public, why are you doing this?!" I screamed, with my arms out in front of me.

She jogged the one-hundred and fifty feet over to me and halted again. She said nothing and placed her hands on her hips.

I grinned, showing my top teeth and closed my eyes. "I may have a slight attraction to you, but now I'm just curious to see what you'll do if I say 'Goodbye.'," I explained, before opening my eyes again. "You are already parading your naked body out here for like twenty other students to see you. You do know they all have camera phones, right?" I pondered, raising my palms.

"Yes, that's how important it is for me to tell you this. Although, say 'Goodbye,' and find out what I'll do," she suggested, rubbing her slit.

I couldn't help, but to check out her body once again. 'What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I have cum streaming down my legs again?' I thought, rubbing my forehead with my right hand.

After about thirty seconds, she brought her lips right back to mine. I kept my arms down and just let it happen. I felt her breasts come up against me and ten seconds into our kiss, her hands came onto my butt.

'Fuck, she is caressing my butt and I'm tingling a bit too.'

After about a minute, her lips parted from mine. She just eyeballed me as my head bowed down. I looked right at her hooters again and then she wrapped her arms around me. The right side of my face rested right above her boobs and she produced vibrations too.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch, but I wanna jam my tongue so far into your cherry, that I can't get it back out," she confessed, dropping her hands to the bottom of my shirt.

"Why? I hate you and you hate me. We're the opposite of a match."

"Well, because you are in fact drop dead gorgeous," she admitted, before she took off my blue top. "And you always seem to drench my underwear everyday, regardless of what you think of yourself. You are very beautiful and you really should admit that to yourself."

"Nice, hot lesbians right in the parking lot after school," a male student said, holding his phone to us.

She immediately dropped my top and glanced at him. "Fuck off, asshole, we're in the middle of something here."

"No, something is finally interesting at this school."

While grinding her teeth, she strolled right to him. "Take a mental picture, jerk off," she advised him, before she snatched his phone and hurled it at the ground.

"Too bad," she chuckled. "Now get the hell away, my new best friend and I are trying to talk."

"You both are psychos!" he yelled, before he ran.

Then she scanned the radius. "Everyone else, get lost!!" she growled, raising her arms.

We both checked the perimeter. "Yeah, that didn't work, Miranda. If you wanna get expelled, that's your business. Now I'm leaving," I made clear, seizing my top.

I put it back on and ambled towards the drivers side door.

"No, please just stay here with me. I've been a floozy, but I just pulled a bimbo move to confess my crush," she pleaded, while shedding a couple tears and putting her arms on top of the car. "You have to hear me out."

"Entertaining the possibility that you do have a crush on me for whatever reason, wouldn't it have been easier to say that in the locker room?"

"I tried to, but you didn't wanna listen at all. You just wrote me off," she cried, hitting my car.

"That's because you are the floozy wrapped in a tart here, Miranda! I loved cheer leading until you were elected to be captain. You made it worse than having a migraine. Now I'm gone and ditching this school forever. Goodbye, Miranda," I made clear, before I entered my car.

I put my key into the ignition and turned on the engine. In the corner of my eye, I saw her standing there at the passenger side window.

I bit my bottom lip and my right arm failed to go to the gear shirt. "Why the fuck are you not speeding away?" I asked myself.

Then I looked over towards the window and saw her pressing her titties onto it. "Come on, let this stuck up cunt spill her heart out right in front of all these students. I saw you checking me out too, Hannah, so I know you want me. You can't deny it."

I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath and turned off the engine. "Maybe my crush is mutual. Fuck, I'm so gonna regret this," I muttered, before I opened my eyes and exited the car.

She strolled to the front of the car and I met her there.

"As soon as I saw you checking me out, I knew it was meant to be," she mentioned, bringing her hands to my tits. "You know, when you got in my face in the gym, my panties were soaked. I seriously thought about kissing you right at that moment. I've seen you naked dozens of times and you are quite gorgeous. How old are you? Nineteen, twenty?"

"I'm nineteen, Miranda. Now get your hands off my breasts."

Her palms slipped off me, but her face leaned towards mine. "May I have another kiss?" she requested, before she puckered her lips.

I bit my bottom lip. "I swear if my panties weren't soaked, I would have raced off," I put on the record, before I pulled her to me and kissed her.

My hands made the trip right onto her butt and she did the same. She closed her eyes, but I peeked at each side of us.

'What the fuck is going on here? I hate this tramp, why the hell am I kissing her? How did I become attracted to her? Son of a bitch, there are like fifty other students eyeballing us.'

She caressed my butt once again and I felt her wet pussy rub onto my right leg. I felt drops of sweat fall right off my head in the summer heat, as her butt was drenched.

Then her lips parted from mine. "If I fuck only one person for the rest of my life, I'm gonna fuck you and make you love it. Even if we have people watching and I get expelled. I'll come to the new school with you and keep fucking your brains out," she let me know, before she pushed me down onto the hood of my car. "Only because I will make you turn that hate into loving lust that makes resistance impossible," she explained, before she leaned to my stomach and lifted up my top.

It went over my breasts and then she tilted herself down to them.

"We already have enough witnesses to get us expelled and banned for life, so I'll never be able to come back even if I wanted to. So fuck me if you are gonna fuck me, wench."

"Yes, best friend," she replied, before she moved my bra down a little bit past my left nipple.

"Perfectly sized nipples for your tits too, Hannah. You really should look at yourself naked, you might find out that you can attract women too."

My eyebrows shifted down. "Again, fuck me if you are gonna fuck me, hussy."

"I'm with her," another guy mentioned, holding his phone to us, while his other hand was in his pants.

So her hands slithered right underneath me and she undid my bra. She threw it on the ground and her head drop to my melons. She took my left nipple right into her mouth and sucked the life out of it immediately.

"That's good, Miranda. You are fucked up beyond all recognition, but you know how to suck on a nipple."

I lied back completely and felt my entire body flutter with my arms on each side of me. "You suck, Miranda. You've been a total cunt to me, and now you making me attracted to you. I can't help, but to hate you so much right now."

"Put your hands on my head, maybe I'll bite your nipple and you'll hate me even more. Do it and make this guy shoot his load."

I chuckled slightly and calmly transported my hands onto the back of her head. She sucked even harder and made me vibrate even more. I cheesed and showed all my teeth as I caressed her head.

'Well, the dominoes are falling now. I hate this skank for being right. Why the hell did she have to be?'

"As if you can just present yourself and eventually win me over, you stuck up harlot. I wanna be mad, but yet the pleasure you are delivering is just bashing my defenses and making it impossible to focus on all the shit you've put me through."

She immediately extracted my nipple from her mouth, slanted herself up and looked at me with a couple tears sliding down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Hannah. Will you forgive me, please?"

She pulled me up with her, kissed me for a few seconds and peeked down at my tits. "Call it what you want, but I'm a total fucking cunt, as you've called me more than a few occasions."

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