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I was exhausted when I got home. I couldn’t wait to rip off my clothes and jump in the shower. I realized I used thigh muscles I didn’t know I had during my all day sex extravaganza. I did plan to text eric but as soon as my wet naked body sat on my bed I knew I had to sleep. I went to bed with my hair wet. My mom couldn’t wake me for dinner. I don’t know what happened but I woke up right at 9:30pm totally refreshed.

I was nervous. I wanted to text him but I didn’t want to seem too eager. We’d been friends so long I didn’t want him to think I grew up to be some raging slut chasing dick night and day. I texted my female support posse and they told me I should invite him over. He was kind of a mystery to us all. We had academic classes with him but he was always kind of quiet. My bitches all agreed he was fucking gorgeous.

Abby tried her best to seduce him at the beginning of the year. She said he acted like he was interested but he made a big deal about her being a year younger than him. That didn’t stop any other dude in school from chasing Abby. We talked about him. He was almost a dork until our senior year. He was that tall gangly smart boy. It was almost like he had too many hobbies. He was on the drum line like Jason. That’s how they became so close.

Somehow he still found time to dominate the swim team. Our school didn’t have a pool. The team used the pool in the gated community that half the town lived in. I lived across the street from the gated community which was fine with me. It put me within walking distance of school. I hated our pool and used the one at the gated community when me and my bitches got bored and decided to crash it like we paid dues.

We would lay out and watch Eric do laps and discuss how much we wanted him. I guess over the past summer he had his teenage growth spurt combined with non-stop exercise and girls noticed. When he told abby he didn’t want to hook up he told her he was chasing a scholarship for swimming and he didn’t have time to date. She suggested they just mess around with no commitment. He turned her down and said he wouldn’t just fuck a girl he didn’t have time to take places and spend time with.

When I called abby to ask if I should call him she got kind of catty with me. That morning confessing I fucked him pretty much pissed her off. I forgot she chased him and got turned down. It made sense why she hit the bottle so hard when I rushed in and announced he fucked me. On the phone she said ‘halina I guess you’ve got something I don’t or he finally decided to fuck girls who he couldn’t date. If I was you I would get him while you can.’

The way she said it was almost like a taunt that she planned to chase after him again. Abby doesn’t take no for an answer. In so many ways she almost declared she would get him the next time she tried. I asked if she was mad at me for hooking up with him. She said ‘no, I’m not mad. Hopefully, now he is ready to have a friends with benefits.’ I tried to explain that we’d been in the same classes since sixth grade and we watched each other grow up. I was honest with her. The only reason he agreed to fuck me was because we knew each other that long.

That information seemed to irritate her. She said ‘don’t be a pussy. Just text him.’ Then she hung up. I was kind of heated about her attitude. I scrolled down to the cable man entry and typed ‘are you busy?’ He immediately responded with ‘I’m never too busy for you.’ I got so giggly. I quickly typed ‘I don’t want to sound too forward but do you want to come over?’ He responded ‘I’d love too.’

Then I had to sound like such a little girl. I asked him to call me. When I got him on the phone I asked him if he knew where Jason lived. He said sure. I asked him if he would park at our pool and walk a few blocks to my house because I live a few houses down from Jason. He responded ‘I don’t want to get you in trouble with your parents.’ I told him ‘my room has a sliding glass door and people sneak in all the time. My parents sleep like the dead. And they would probably be happy to catch me with a boy in my room if it did happen. I think they fear I’m gay.’ He laughed. I told him that I was dead serious. I reminded him I was an eighteen year old girl that never had a boyfriend.

He said ‘After this morning I am living proof you’re totally not gay.’ I said ‘then come over.’ He told me to give him ten minutes to shower that he just got done swimming laps. I told him I could wait that long. Before he hung up he said ‘I’m pretty sure we can get your cable back on.’ Then I sort of had a mini panic fest. I had no choice but to jump in the shower to comb out my bedhead. I had no idea what to wear. I was a nervous wreck. I decided to wear a really plain black beach dress with a built in bra and a matching black g-string. I made up my bed and shoveled all my laundry in the closet.

He was quick. He lightly tapped on my door. I pulled back my curtain and nearly melted seeing his grin and what he was wearing. I opened the door obviously nervous. He looked so fucking sexy. He wasn’t dressed the way he did for school. He had on a cheap black wife-beater and this sexy pair of baggy jeans with one ripped up knee. At school he was Mr. GQ usually wearing a polo shirt and jeans that fit. Standing in my bedroom he looked ultra-stylish. His hair was wet from his shower. His skin was super tan but not leathery. You could tell he was a bit scruffy and he needed to shave. He could tell I was appraising him.

He said ‘I must look pretty rough. You’re used to seeing me in my preppy uniform.’ I was honest. I told him ‘damn you look way hotter in a black wife-beater, beat up jeans and flip-flops.’ He laughed and said ‘Really? This is how I always look when I’m not in school.’ I asked him why he dressed so preppy at school. His response was pretty cute. ‘My mom makes me dress like a business man. She would kill me if she knew I let a hot chick see me in ripped jeans and a tank-top. He ran his hand over his massive shoulders. Then he said it drives me crazy to wear sleeves because swimming made my shoulders so damn big I feel like no shirt with sleeves is big enough.

I couldn’t resist trying to wrap my hand around his bicep. All I could say was ‘damn, if I was you I wouldn’t wear sleeves, either.’ I couldn’t help but point out he had absolutely no body fat. I think his waist was thinner than mine. He pulled up his tank-top and showed me a chest and stomach so chiseled he looked like a sculpture. I almost felt inadequate his body was so beautiful. It was killing me to see how defined his hip bones were. He sort of realized I was appraising him like a statue.

He turned the attention on me. He reached out and ran his fingers through my wet hair. He said you look so damn cute like you just got done swimming laps too. I told him I probably looked like a drowned rat. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me into a hug. He was so much taller than me his chin rested on the top of my head. My head pressed right against his heart. I could hear it pounding. He ran his fingers down my hair again and said ‘I really like my women wet. It turns me on when a girl looks like she just got out of the shower or the pool.’

I could feel his hard dick pressing against my belly. Out of nowhere I blurted out with ‘why would you want to be with me when you could have a really hot chick like abby?’ He mumbled ‘there are so many reasons.’ Then he said ‘can we lie on your bed so I can look at your face even if the top of your head is pretty cute?’ I giggled and said ‘I guess that would be a wise move.’ He kicked off his shoes and laid with his head on my spare pillow propped up with one arm. I laid down beside him and I couldn’t resist kind of curling against his body. My bed wasn’t very big.

He got this grin on his face and said ‘abby, abby, abby.’ He sort of rolled his eyes. Then he said ‘I wouldn’t fuck her with a borrowed dick.’ I responded with ‘damn, why does every other guy chase her?’ He smiled at me and said ‘you know before I started swimming non-stop and I grew five inches no chick gave me the time of day.’ I told him he did walk into school his senior year as the hottest man in the building. He said ‘I didn’t plan on pulling that off. I’ve been swimming my whole life. When that growth spurt hit suddenly I could compete with guys who beat me since elementary school. I barely left the pool all summer constantly training.’

I told him ‘I know, it seems like you’re in the local paper each week for winning some competition.’ He said ‘You have no idea halina, I started winning in the district levels. Then I started winning in state competitions. I’m going to nationals.’ I was floored. I was also curious. I asked him what his specialty was. He laughed and looked self-conscious. He said ‘it’s my versatility. You can’t name a type of swimming competition that I don’t do damn well in. I mostly win races that involve endurance. I push myself for those last few laps until I feel like my heart will explode.’ He laughed and said ‘I don’t have time for girls like abby who want to fuck me for bragging rights.’ I hated to bash my friend but I busted out with ‘you’re right, she just wanted to brag that she had you even for one night.’

He started playing with my hair again. I told him ‘I didn’t fuck you to brag.’ He said ‘I know you didn’t. Before I got hot this summer you were always a good friend. When I didn’t read ‘the g****s of wrath’ because it cut in on my swim time you walked me through the plot so well I passed tests involving essays with an ‘A.’ I giggled. I told him you have no idea how many people used me as cliff notes in a lot of classes.

He laughed and said ‘but I always let you copy my math homework even in eighth grade when the teacher declared war on you and anyone who let you copy.’ I kissed him on the cheek. I said that cunt teacher tried to get me kicked out of her class for copying homework and she fought a war with my mother in front of the principle. I hate math. I could memorize the equations and make good grades on the tests but damn near everyone in the gifted program let me copy homework. He kissed my neck. Of course we let you cheat. You have an incredible sense of humor. You make classes fun. None of us were going to let you get kicked out of a gifted class because you don’t do math.

Then he busted out with I had a crush on you since sixth grade when we were all a bunch of dorks. I still remember your t-shirt with all the frogs on it. I knew you didn’t try to be sexy like the other girls. You have the biggest tits in the whole fucking school. It was fun to watch you try to hide yourself while other girls splurged on water bras. But I was still a dork until senior year and suddenly you were a little hottie in eighth grade. I never dreamed I would have a chance with you.

I told him ‘I never felt hot. All my friends were really thin.’ I patted my belly. I told him that a lot of men thought I was overweight because I’m more of a nine or twelve and the really hot girls are a zero. It was true. I told him only recently have men seemed to notice me when all my friends weigh twenty pounds less than me. He started rubbing his hands up and down my body. I always felt self-conscious about my belly. He blurted out with ‘I can’t stand really skinny chicks that don’t have what you do.’

Then he said that’s why I don’t date chicks in high school.' I gave him a smirk and said ‘I know from fucking you that you’ve had your fair share of women.’ He laughed and said ‘yeah I’ve been just as much of a manwhore as Jason this year. We just go for different women. He doesn’t even know about the chicks I’ve been with.’ I wiggled closer and said ‘I want to know your dirty secrets.’ He said ‘Do you really now? I may shock you.’ I told him I could handle it. He blurted out with ‘I like older women.’ I asked ‘how old?’ He said every woman aged differently. He laughed and said my perfect woman right now is 28. She just got divorced. She is in the prime of her sexual peak. She has a body like you. She is focused on college or her career. She doesn’t have k**s. She is looking for a hot eighteen year old boy to fuck. She isn’t chasing money, gifts or bragging rights. It’s just about sex.’

I was blown away. I said ‘that’s pretty fucking smart.’ Jason is pretty fucking stupid for getting cheerleader blow jobs in a car when he could have what you’re getting. He laughed and said ‘that’s what I think too.’ He said ‘you’re the first teenage girl I’ve ever fucked.’ I laughed and asked what made me so special? He told me I don’t think or act like the abbys of the world. Then he asked me ‘what made me so mature?’ I asked him ‘Do you really want to know?’ He said ‘yes, what is your secret?’

So I told him something only Jason knew. I started at the beginning. I explained that my parents were artists that designed things like lamp posts and artificial marble tubs. Then their business went under. I said ‘remember that lie lauren told about me being so poor that I fucked for money?’ He said ‘don’t tell me that happened to you.' I told him it didn’t but she was one of the people who knew how poor my family was. I told him we survived because my mom became an RN but my dad was a garbage man for a long time. When I was f******n he got a job at a shitty restaurant. I told him the place was so off-base he was able to get me a full-time job the day I turned f******n.

He looked shocked. He said but you only worked a few hours a week right? I told him no. I worked Monday thru Friday from five to nine. I was off Saturday. But Sunday I worked from six am until nine pm. After I started working that young Jason and I only hung out until I went to work at five during the week. I explained I passed out on his bed every Friday night because I was tired from work. We went to all our concerts on Saturday and Sunday I worked and slept. He looked dumbfounded. I explained waitresses tipped me to do most of their work and I made damn good money my family needed. I pointed at my ceiling and said my job helped pay for that.

He suddenly understood me. He asked how on earth I managed to star in plays and keep up in Gifted? I told him I’m damn good at acting and I raced from rehearsals straight to work. I told him staying in gifted did mean I copied a lot of homework but I still made A’s on tests. He asked me if working was the reason I was absent so much. I told him yes. Some Mondays I couldn’t make it to school and my parents called me in with an excused absence. Then I told him no one besides Jason knew I had a job before I turned sixteen and it was legal.

I explained telling some of my friends like lauren would make them report me to the authorities and without my job we could lose our house. Then he said ‘but you’re not working now?’ I told him my biggest secret. It was also something only Jason knew. I said it calmly. 'My dad is dying from pancreatic cancer. I get a check from the government each month until I graduate from high school.' He didn’t know what to say. I told him my dad was diagnosed a few days before school started this year. He was given three months to a year to live. Everyone told me to graduate but I don’t have a way to pay for college unless I earn the full scholarship I’ve been working for my whole life.

He looked so sad. He said ‘baby we are in the same classes. You’re taking college level American history, European history, English, chemistry and psychology. Why would you do that to yourself? I told him I needed all those free college credits to start school with all my basic requirements except math completed. He asked how my dad was coping. I told him he didn’t want to ask. I told him that he was a Vietnam vet and the government kept him loaded on pills. I said honestly he’s gone a bit insane. Eric looked at me and said ‘I thought you were just a stoner and a slacker for missing so much school.’ I told him I actually preferred that reputation than being pitied.

He said the fucked up thing is we have college chemistry together and you keep setting the damn curve to high. I laughed and said ‘I know, this year I’ve had time to study because I’m not working and I keep getting yelled at for fucking up curves.’ He said, ‘Now I understand why every teacher we have lets you come and go as you please.’ I told him they all new about my dad and I have basically a free pass. I told him no one thinks I can pass the exams to earn the actual credit missing so many days.

He busted out with ‘do you know how many chicks are jealous of you? They have no clue what you’ve lived through.’ I almost started to cry. I told him ‘you’ve noticed the gifted girls starting to treat me like shit.’ He said ‘I notice some of the guys starting to treat you like shit.’ I told him the girl who used to be one of my closest friends is damn near guaranteed to be the valedictorian. He said ‘I know you two were close. What happened?’ I told him she just announced one day that I wasn’t living up to my potential. She never worked a day in her life and her dad wasn’t a living corpse. We ceased contact. I beat her on a major writing competition and now she won’t speak to me.

Out of the blue he kissed me so passionately I just melted. He kissed my eyelids. He just held me. He said those dumb bitches still get lunch money and you’ve been paying your way since f******n. If they knew that about you they would slit your tires. I always felt you never carried yourself like a teen age girl. I realize you never got to be one. I told him I had a few months of high school left and I planned to squeeze in a shitload of teenage misbehavior into that time frame.

Then he asked the major question. Did Jason really deserve me? He was pretty damn heated. He hit the one thing that always hurt me. He said it point blank. ‘Why didn’t that motherfucker get a job too? At sixteen he could’ve worked at the goddamn golf course and helped you out.’ I admitted since I was the one working and his parents weren’t loaded I always paid our way. Eric was furious. He said ‘I knew you went to shows damn near every Saturday but I never dreamed you earned that money when he never worked a day in his life.’ It hit me hard that he was right.

Eric said ‘I’m so glad you fucked his brother and not him.’ I met his brother before and he is a real man who would’ve worked to pay your way. I said ‘I know, that’s why he got my virginity. Jason really did view me as a sister until the moment he realized he lost me to someone else. When we had our moment he knew another man entered my life. That’s when he viewed me as fuckable. When he found out it was his brother he turned me into some kind of pissing contest or property dispute.’

Eric went further and said when I was just a sister to jason I was his own little wallet while he gave his time and attention to every other girl he wanted. Eric was pissed. He floored me when he said ‘if I knew your secrets when I turned sixteen I would’ve given up band and swimming and dug fucking ditches to treat you right.’ That statement made me cry. He sweetly said ‘baby you got used.’

He started wiping away my tears and he wrapped his tall thin body against my soft curves. I kissed him deep and hard. He stopped me and said ‘we don’t have to do this.’ I told him ‘it’s what I need.’ He seemed to understand. I whispered ‘I want you on top of me.’ He pushed me underneath him and the weight of his body made me lose any sense of sadness. It was replaced with the urge to have him deep inside of me. I could tell he felt the same emotion.

We kissed deep and hard with such intensity it almost felt like my lips were bruising. He sucked hard on my bottom lip and whispered ‘I want you so bad right fucking now.’ I pulled of his tank-top and threw it on the floor. I started rubbing and licking his chiseled chest. I could feel his cock pressing hard against my belly. He grabbed the hem off my dress and ripped it over my head.

His hands were all over my tits. From that morning he knew I liked my nipples sucked rough and rubbed raw. We had to figure out how to handle the height difference. He abruptly stood up and took off his jeans and ripped off his boxers. He did look like a greek god standing before me. He pushed both of my pillows against my headboard and sat down. I knew immediately to straddle his cock so we could kiss and I could grind my pussy against him. He was damn good. He squeezed and rubbed both of my nipples while he kissed me hard enough to hurt. He whispered ‘do you like that?’ I said ‘more than anything.

He knew just how to rub his cock against my clit. Without even laying a finger on my pussy he had me on the verge of an orgasm. He moaned ‘I’m going to make you come so many times. First I’m going to make you come just sucking your perfect tits.’ He would suck so hard then flick his tongue back and forth on each nipple while he grinded his dick right against my clit in perfect rhythm. I couldn’t have done it better with my hand. He hadn’t even taken my panties off. Like a well-oiled machine I bounced my pussy up and down his throbbing head. He arched his hips up while I pushed down. He used both hands to squeeze my ass and press me harder and faster against his shaft.

His face was buried in my tits and the feeling of his teeth scr****g from nipple to nipple made me start moaning ‘please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.’ He started grinding even harder against my clit while he controlled my ass slightly spreading my cheeks expertly massaging my clit. He started talking dirty to me. ‘bounce up and down on that dick so I can make you cum without touching your pussy’ I used him like my own dildo moaning ‘oh yeah, fuck yes and squeeze my ass’ suddenly the orgasm washed over me and I moaned ‘I’m cumming' until I was breathless.’

He didn’t waste any time. He pushed me off his dick with my head at the foot of my bed. I was still shaking as I felt his big strong finger start stroking my swollen clit through my soaked panties. It was almost too much. My clit felt so sensitive I wanted to push my legs together and tell him to stop. He could sense my hesitation and he whispered ‘baby let me give you a multiple orgasm, you can take it.’ God my clit was still pulsating and suddenly he was sucking on it through my panties. I whimpered when he slid one of his long thick fingers in my pussy. I couldn’t resist the urge to arch my back and press my pussy up against his hand.

Finally he ripped off my panties and we were both totally naked. I wanted him on top of me and to feel his cock thrusting deep in me. But he wanted to suck and lick my juicy tight cunt. Damn was he good. It was better than scott. Eric had broader shoulders and feeling them push my thighs so far apart it ached was heavenly. He licked me gently at first pressing his tongue into my hole and licking me from my clit all the way down. Unlike scott who went for it without asking eric asked me if I liked my ass played with. I said ‘yeah, I really do if you’re gentle.’ He said ‘I’ll be gentle.’ He put a pillow under my hips and he started tickling my ass with his tongue while he gently stroked my clit and fingered me.

He muttered ‘God you get so wet and you taste so good.’ I moaned and said now you know if you hit my g-spot right I squirt like a fountain.’ He instantly curved his fingers up and started slowly massaging circles on my g-spot while he licked and sucked my clit. I moaned ‘just like that but harder and faster.’ He obeyed my commands and slipped a finger in my asshole. I was bucking wildly and moaning hard and deep. I never felt my clit so swollen and tender. He pushed two fingers inside me and felt me react with more intensity. I could tell he was trying to be gentle with me but I wanted him to see me squirt more than this morning.

I pressed my hand against his head and moaned ‘fuck all my holes as hard as you can while you suck and lick and bite my clit. You won’t hurt me. I like it.’ Suddenly it was game on he pushed my legs even further apart. He stuck another finger in my ass and started ramming me hard. I kept pushing his head deep into my pussy forcing him to suck my clit so hard all the while those two fingers worked my g-spot perfectly. I unleashed my torrent of ‘fuck me just like that, do it faster, I’m going to squirt all over you, just don’t stop.’ He had such stamina. I could feel it coming.

‘I started moaning yes, yes, harder baby.’ This time it hit me with no warning. I bit my lip not to scream and quit pushing down on his head. He could feel my pussy begin to contract and release. Just like the other times the orgasm seemed to make the world go white. I could feel a shudder roll through my body and with my legs pushed so far apart even more cum than ever before came shooting out of me. He kept fucking and licking me as each spasm shot out more juice down his hand and directly in his mouth. I could tell he loved giving head because as I laid there shuddering I could feel him licking it off my thighs and down the crack of my ass. It was too much. I had to wiggle away and slam my legs shut not to pass out from overstimulation.

He laid down beside me like he also needed to recover. He announced ‘that making me squirt like that was the greatest thing he ever experienced.’ I asked him what it tasted like and he kissed me. He said it tastes like the ocean mixed with honey. Then he said I whacked off three times today thinking about fucking you this morning. I won’t blow my load in thirty seconds this time. He added ‘God that was so embarrassing.’ I giggled at him and said it was the most incredible thirty seconds I had all week. He said I want to try every position with you. I asked if we could start out missionary so I could look at his beautiful body. He pushed me down adjusting the pillow under my head.

He started kissing me and suddenly he stunned me by slamming his cock in me as hard as possible. It was so intense. This morning he fucked me gently thinking I was practically a virgin. This time he knew I could take it. He moaned ‘god your pussy is so tight.’ I moaned ‘your cock is so fucking huge and thick. He grabbed my ankles and put one on each shoulder. His chiseled hip bones slammed into my soft belly. I never felt stretched so hard and deep. He held my feet as he pulled almost all the way out and rammed back into me. Then he spit on one hand and started rubbing my clit while he fucked me hard and fast. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded through me.

I moaned ‘you’re going to make me cum again. Don’t stop. I’ll ride you tomorrow. But with my ankles on your shoulders and you rubbing my clit this is perfection.’ He was getting close too. He whispered ‘tell me you want me to pump your pussy full of cum’ I was about to cum and I whimpered ‘please shoot that hot load deep inside of me right as I cum with you.’ I was so close I just muttered ‘fuck this pussy, you own it.’ He was fucking me so hard and fast I could see sweat glistening down his chest. He started slapping and squeezing my clit while he pumped me. He moaned 'cum for me baby. I’ll take good care of you.'

I couldn’t believe he could fuck so hard and so fast. He was hitting my g-spot and manhandling my clit. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My back arched up like something out of the exorcist and I felt my pussy muscles clamp down on his cock. He let out a primal moan and I could feel his cum shoot into me as my orgasm contracted and released on his cock. We came together. I don’t even know if I squirted. He collapsed on top of me and we both just panted trying to catch our breath.

Sweat from his neck dripped onto my lip and I slowly licked the salt off his skin. He kissed me tenderly and slowly pulled out still semi-hard. We were both a little speechless. I could feel his warm cum on my thighs. He adjusted himself back into the position of laying on his side facing me with one hand propping up his head. He got serious looking for a minute. He said ‘you can say no, and I’ll understand. But I have to ask. Will you go to prom with me instead of Jason?’ I didn’t even hesitate. I said ‘yes. Even more than that if you want to drive me to school tomorrow as my first official boyfriend then let’s do it.

He looked so fucking happy. He said ‘I meant everything I said this morning. I will go to college with you and support you for as long as you’ll have me. I could spend the rest of my life searching for a girl with half your passion and determination. I wanted you even with glasses, bad hair and that wretched frog t-shirt. It’s your smile Halina. That’s why girls hate you and smart men chase you. Even in sixth grade you had that sexy smirk on your face. Any man that didn’t see it was just fucking blind.