Icebreaker – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos
And that’s when it happened. Kari Tanaka, out of nowhere, picked up some big stone or lawn gnome or something and threw it at Johnny. “Don’t break the ice!” she called, and laughed. She didn’t hit him, but it fell just in front of him and broke through. So, yeah, she was laughing when Johnny disappeared into the freezing cold water under the ice.
All I saw was Johnny, then a pair of raised arms, then nothing. All I heard was this crunch! then nothing.
Lyla was the first to scream, but Mia was the first of us to move. We all made it to the edge of the pond, suddenly aware that the ice was too thin to play on. I knew it held Johnny until Kari threw the stone, though, so I went out and lay down flat. I slid to the hole in the ice and stuck my hand down in the water, swishing it. “Johnny!”
I don’t remember what movie I saw it on — maybe It’s a Wonderful Life or some horror movie about a devil child where they played hockey and someone went under, but I remembered to spread out my weight on the ice. Conor was behind me, holding my leg, making a chain, so maybe I saw the movie with him. Costa picked up what we were doing and made a third.
I pounded the ice, calling, “Johnny!” In my mind I was crying Please — come up! Give me your hand! You’re not dead, right?
Then there was a light. Lyla hedged out onto the ice and held her phone out with the light on, trying to light up the water.
And then Johnny’s hand did come up right at the edge of the hole. My pounding had made it bigger; I wasn’t even thinking that it could collapse under me. I grabbed at him and started pulling. His head appeared next, and he spit water and took a big breath. I’ll never forget that. The sound he made, trying to breathe. It sounded like a saw blade — like a saw being dragged slowly over the corner of a 2×4. No, I will never forget that.
I tried inching backwards, holding tight onto Johnny’s arm, and Conor and Costa moved with me, pulling my leg. We weren’t too far out, and Costa found he could lie alongside me, taking Johnny’s other hand.
More ice cracked where he was coming out, and some broke away, but we had him out to his waist, luckily. It must have been more frozen closer to the shore because no more cracked off. We hauled Johnny out and then pulled him onto the snow.
If there was any more light than what came from the course or the lodge, I’d have seen how blue Johnny looked. We didn’t know our job wasn’t finished until Mia and Lyla demanded we carry him inside, and then Silke corrected that. “No, take John to the hot tub by the swimming pool. You must hurry!”
Costa and I picked him up and carry-dragged him across the resort. The complex was a few buildings away. There was an indoor pool and an outdoor pool, but the hot tub was outside for, you know, sexy ski lodge reasons. However, it made it easier to get Johnny into it. We didn’t bother taking his coat or clothes off, or anything, we just got him into the hot tub. Lyla pulled off her coat and shoes and dropped into the tub and helped us slide him in. Then, I took my shoes off and went in with them. Only then did we take Johnny’s clothes off, piece by piece.
Silke had gone back inside the lodge to find Ms. Tattersall or Mr. Dambraugh. Kari and Akiko had disappeared. Johnny was chilled inside, even with the warm water, but having his clothes on may have helped. In my head, taking his clothes off him slowly was like evening out the temperature, instead of putting an ice cube into a boiling pot. I’m gonna say it felt worse for me and Lyla being in wet clothes in hot water, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time.
I knew Johnny was going to be okay when he looked at Lyla and said, “You know, I was going to ask if you wanted to go swimming tonight…”
She kissed him. She might have been crying, but it may just have been the water on her face.
Long story short: the teachers came; resort management came; Johnny was wrapped in towels and a blanket; me and Lyla got blankets, too; the resort doctor, who usually wrapped broken limbs, okayed Johnny — he was breathing right, his heart was okay, no residual shock, and he could think straight. The doc said it would have been better if we’d brought Johnny inside and took his clothes off and wrapped him in a blanket, but the hot tub was not a bad idea. We blamed Silke. We gave him some hot tea — no brandy! — but it and his dinner came back up. Someone called Johnny’s dad and they decided they didn’t need to wrap him up and take him to the hospital or drive four hours back to Chicago right away — he’d be better off getting dry, staying warm, and getting rest, and then come home the next day, as planned.
Me, Mia, Lyla, and Johnny were all in our room. It was really ‘the boys’ room, us and Conor and Costa, but it was the four of ours, now, as we’d made the switch. Johnny and Lyla were naked in one bed, dry now, wrapped inside a blanket, and wrapped in each other’s arms. The shivering had ended, but they were still sharing warmth.
I came out of the hot shower — the place had good hot water — leaving the bathroom a mess of wet clothes that we’d hang up later. Mia had changed out of her après-ski outfit, but was still in her long underwear.
“You feel better?” she asked me.
Johnny had already used the James Bond line of ‘getting out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini,’ so I couldn’t. I tried to come up with something quick about getting Mia out of her dry clothes, and feeling better when I was inside her wet pussy, but I couldn’t make anything work. I just said, “Yeah.” And then I peeled off her long underwear.
I wanted to throw her on our bed and fuck her silly, but she had a sparkle in her eye. She asked me, “Should we help them out? To stay warm?”
I smiled and pried open Johnny’s blanket fort and Mia and I forced ourselves inside, all sharing the bed and adding more limbs to the warm configuration.
I looked at Johnny across from me in the nest. He took a breath and told me, “Thanks for saving me. I…”
And then his hand came up to my face and he kissed me.
My eyes closed, and I kissed him back. His lips were dry, a little leathery, but that changed soon. He really kissed me, like when we were alone. Not a thank you peck, not just one soft press on the lips, but that first press did hang there, and he breathed in through his nose, and pressed in a second time. I wasn’t going to let that go, and I accepted that second press with passion, letting him know that it was what I’d wanted. I pushed my tongue out and licked his lips, and he opened his mouth and pulled my tongue inside. Then it was the start of three really deep, wet, tongue-massaging kisses.
I realized I loved my friend. Not just being attracted to his body and wanting sex. Since September, I’d gotten to know him so well, beyond the team. I don’t think you can love somebody without liking them, first, and I liked him. Even with the rivalry we had going for Mia for that time, I really liked him. That’s why I wanted to kiss him. Maybe that’s not normal, but it’s what I felt. Johnny had said ‘no’ to kissing, before, that it was too personal, too intimate, but I felt something give inside him, the way he kissed me that one night. And the way he was kissing me now. And now I wanted him to know I felt the same.
When the kiss broke and I opened my eyes, Mia and Lyla’s eyes were wide in disbelief. Or maybe not disbelief. I mean, we all know what we know. They were open wide in surprise, maybe.
“I thought you said kissing Rory would be too personal,” Mia said when she could.
Johnny looked at me, then the two girls, then back at me. “This is personal.”
I tried reading his eyes. Normally, I’d just look at his blue eyes and see lust or mischief or fun or determination or hate or… His eyes were wet. Johnny was shaken. Not shivering, that’s not what I mean.
He dipped his head back into Lyla’s shoulder, and she took him back down to the bed. Mia and I shared the space with them, at his back, inside the comforter. That’s a good name for a blanket, you know?
“Do you want to talk, yet?” Lyla whispered to him.
His voice came muffled out from her skin. “It was black. I couldn’t see a thing. And it was fuckin’ cold. Just black and cold. I don’t know if I actually thought anything, but it was like… dead. Just… dead. When I realized where I was, that I was underwater, I couldn’t figure out which way was up, couldn’t see my bubbles. And I reached out everywhere and couldn’t touch anything. Finally, my hand hit the ice, like a ceiling, and I saw it was just less black than everything else. I was, like, clawing at it, trying to punch it, and then there was this light. I was punching again, but I couldn’t do anything, like I had no power. For a minute, I was like ‘I missed it,’ and I was gonna be floating under the rest of the pond and I’d never get out and that was it. The end. And then the light showed me the hole. The water looked different there. And I reached for it. And I grabbed the edge somehow and then… and your hand got me.”
I rubbed my hand on his back, letting him know I was glad I got him.
“I don’t remember much about being dragged out. I just know everything got even colder than it was before, like ice on me, like needles, and I saw lights going past me, and then I was in the hot tub, and Lyla was taking my clothes off…”
I thought I could hear a smile when he said that last bit, but it didn’t last, because then he shuddered and his voice was more choked up.
“Wait. Lyla… you were the light. Weren’t you?” he asked. We knew what he meant.
Lyla just did a little nod.
“You saved me.” Johnny held her tighter and kissed her.
Mia just looked at me and we shared the moment.
“I don’t know what’s… I’ve never felt so helpless, so…” He was talking to Lyla, but we could hear him. He wanted us to hear him. “I don’t think I realized until now, that… I have friends. Actual friends. People who…” And that was it. Lyla quieted him with a kiss that kept going.
When he was in the hot tub, Johnny didn’t have much to say because of the shock, but with the teachers and the doctor he was all, ‘I’m fine, it’s just a little cold water…’ But now, he could let go. I don’t think I’d ever seen him broken, like this. Maybe his brother had. It was a little scary. Now, this is me thinking about this much later: I think learning to depend on people is a sign of true friendship, allowing yourself that give and take, so long as you have friends who will honor that back. And I never let Johnny take that back.
Johnny straightened his body and Lyla moved him on top of her, opening her legs, and we could tell his cock slipped right inside her with their double-moan. Another time, he would have drifted down and ate her out, first, or explored her nipples, I’m sure, but he had a need to keep kissing her, just to be with her, to be inside her as much as he could. He immediately started a thrust with no light between them. Now that Lyla was his, he wanted to be the same person.
Briefly, I thought back to the night I slept over at his place when we shared that passion, and I knew what Lyla was feeling physically and mentally. I could hear Johnny whispering to her while taking a breath. “I love you, Lyla. This whole time. I don’t care if we’re just starting out, now, I…”
“Johnny,” Lyla whispered back, “I’ve always loved you, wished you were mine. I was just too stupid to…”
“Don’t say that,” Johnny stopped her. “We’re together now, that’s what matters…”
Mia and I realized they needed their space and we headed for the other bed. Mia fixed the comforter for them, and then we crawled inside our bed. When we were comfortable, we looked back. Johnny and Lyla were one body, making love.
We let them be and turned toward each other and both said, “I love you,” at the same time.
“Must be true, then,” Mia giggled. “Now come on. I need the hero of Devil’s Moon to fuck me blue.”
I’ve used that phrase before, a lot of times, in fact, but it hit me wrong after pulling Johnny out of the ice. My hesitation made Mia realize what she’d said.
“Oh… yeah,” she whispered. She bit her lip and looked over at Johnny. “Too soon?” she asked me with a smile.
I had to laugh. I twisted her and rolled on top of her. “How about I fuck you pink, instead? Will that work for you?”
“Pink is for tickling…” she said, and realized her mistake.
“Oh, you want me to tickle you?” I asked and laid into her without waiting for a response — because who says, ‘Yes, I want you to tickle me’?
She giggled and laughed and we squirmed and rolled, and I released her, winding up kneeling above her, listening to her breathe.
Her smile was huge. Her eyes sparkled.
My cock was hard up against her thigh. We both looked at the color.
“Fuck me purple?”
“Hold on tight…”
It was an hour later. We’d all made enough noise to wake the dead, but it was a hotel so who cared? Unless Costa and Silke next door were jealous?
Sitting with our girls naked in our own queen-sized beds, we were watching The Thomas Crown Affair on TV and we were thinking about a need for snackage. We’d had dinner before we went to the fireplace room, but Johnny had thrown up in the doctor’s office. He felt like he could put something down, again. We thought about a run to the vending machine for soda and chips, or downstairs to the little shop in the lobby for a proper-sized bag of Doritos or a can of Pringles or some Hostess cupcakes. Or maybe one of the little restaurants in the place had cold sandwiches or something to-go.
We were putting a plan together for who would get dressed and head down, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at Johnny and Lyla and they’d just started fucking again, so I knew I was the one who would answer it. I stole the comforter and wrapped it around me.
“Hey!” Mia whined.
“Can’t answer the door naked…!” I teased. Mia then jumped into the other bed back under the covers with Johnny and Lyla. I was chuckling a little, yet, when I just opened the door, forgetting to look out the little peephole.
It was Ms. Tattersall.
“Hi, come on in,” I said. I was like, what the heck, she’d seen my dick, already.
She looked me up and down with a surprised gleam in her eye, seeing my naked chest and the blanket and, if she were thinking straight, should have probably spoke to me only from the hall. But she did not. She actually came into the room. I closed the door behind her.
“I came to check on you two, and if you were changed, to maybe get your wet clothes down to the laundry service, get them dry instead of hanging…” she said as she walked down the little hall past the washroom and closet and coffee machine. Then she was in the room proper.
Then she saw naked Johnny, Lyla, and Mia.
“Um… what’s this?” she stammered. Again, this should have been the point where she turned around and stared at the wall as she addressed us, if not head back to the door and call to us. But she didn’t. She just stood there staring at us naked teenagers.
“Shared bodily warmth,” Johnny said from his human nest.
“Um… no… Ladies, you should not be here,” she stammered again, but still did not look away.
“And you should?” I asked her, moving closer to her so my blanket was touching her.
“This is our room, now, Ms. T,” Mia said from the bed. “The four of us are sharing.”
“That’s… that’s not the way…” Ms. T began but never finished.
“It is the way, unless you want someone to find out you sucked my boyfriend’s cock. My fifteen-year-old boyfriend?” Mia said like a James Bond villain. “You know? A student?”
Ms. T turned to face me and was inside my blanket since I’d kind of drew my right arm around her. She looked down my naked body at my cock again, and I could hear her catch her breath. “Misty?” I asked while her attention was on my nudity. “That was a fine blow job, but you never did give Johnny his. And he did more work than I did.”
“…. Rory…” Ms. T weakly uttered, almost pleading to let her go. But I wasn’t holding her, I wasn’t keeping her prisoner in the room. Something about us being naked kept her from running to the door, that same thing that prompted her to offer me a blow job those hours ago.
I wondered if she had come here hoping Johnny would be in some state of undress, hoping she could give Johnny that blowjob, in the name of comfort, if that was why she just walked right in the room.
Johnny and Lyla whispered to each other, then Johnny nodded and withdrew himself from the nest. He stood off the bed and took a step forward, his cock wet and pointing straight out. Ms. T could only stare at the naked Johnny, visibly moving her head down and back up as she gazed at him.
“Michelle, I think you owe me something,” Johnny said.
Ms. T’s hands went to Johnny’s shoulders like a magnet. She looked at the bed at Mia and Lyla, who repositioned themselves now that Johnny was not between them, but the girls did not get up and attack her. Lyla did not look back at her, but Mia gave her a look of ‘Well? Get on with it.’
Ms. T slowly dropped to her knees. She wanted to do this.
She took ahold of Johnny’s hairy cock and looked at it as if it were made of gold. Or maybe like it was the thing that would get her fired. And then she put it in her mouth, anyway. One hand went around to his ass and held him while she took that cock as far down as she could and made a sound like she’d been wanting to do this all semester.
Ms. T pulled off, then, and she glanced at Lyla with a look of… I don’t know what to call it, but it was like she realized she had tasted Lyla on Johnny’s cock. Was it: ‘Mmm, I’ve tasted your pussy now and I like it!’ or ‘I realize he’d been fucking you, so are you going to lash out and beat me up?’
Lyla gave her a not-too-friendly look back but said, “Better pay up.”
Ms. T looked back at Johnny’s cock. And then she sucked it down, again.
“You’ve been wanting this all semester, haven’t you, Michelle?” Johnny said quietly. “I’ve seen you watching me. Especially when we had swimming. You might have been supervising the pool, but you were just watching me, and a couple others. When the girls pulled off Ty Gainey’s trunks, you did nothing but laugh.”
Johnny was messing with Ms. T’s hair, and started pulling at her sweater collar. He looked to me. “Did you get to see her tits?”
“Yeah. They’re nice tits,” I reported.
“Fair’s fair, Michelle,” Johnny told Ms. T’s hair. He moved his cock out of her mouth and reached down, trying to gather her sweater. “Mia, give me a hand, would you?”
Ms. T stood, at that point, and backed away as Mia got off the bed and came at her, but her back found the wall. She might have been afraid Mia was going to hit her, or something. But Mia took one side of Ms.T’s sweater and helped Johnny pull it over her head, then took care to remove her sports bra for her, instead of letting Johnny pull it.
Johnny began pawing Ms. T’s breasts while Mia popped the button on Ms. T’s jeans.
“Mia…” Ms. T gasped. Mia paid no attention and just started shimmying the jeans side-to-side until they were down to the knees.
I tossed the comforter back on my bed and moved to join Lyla. “You okay?” I asked her.
Lyla seemed to consider that. “It’s like Clue,” she said. “It’ll never happen again, so this is our chance.” She looked up at me. “Know what I mean?”
The little devil. She and Mia never cease to surprise me. I had to smile.
I sat down and rubbed Lyla’s back as we watched Ms. T lose her clothes piece by piece.
“I’m glad you and Johnny are good. Conor’s my friend, but you and Johnny were made for each other,” I told Lyla. My stroke on her skin didn’t vary too much; I wasn’t trying to start anything, just being close to my friend. “Why’d it take two weeks, though? I mean, I could ask why did it take two months, but why wait once Conor was out?”
Lyla leaned her head into my side. “He was with Akiko, and I didn’t know if they were happy, and I didn’t want to ruin that, if they were. Both things were my fault.”
“Don’t say that,” I told her.
“No. Making Conor my boyfriend instead of just a friend with benefits, and then matchmaking Johnny with Aki,” she said weakly. I shouldn’t have asked, but it still bothered her, I guess. “That day we played Girl Talk, I fucked all three of you — you, Conor, and Costa, plus Mia — a little orgy. Making Conor my boyfriend… kind of made that okay. I wanted a boyfriend. And then a week later, I knew it should have been Johnny, but I gave me-and-Conor a chance.”
“More than a chance,” I knew. “Conor just didn’t know how to be a real boyfriend. Doesn’t know, still. I’ll bet he never even called you, or came over often. Did he even meet your mom?” We both watched Mia and Johnny sit Ms. T on the desk chair to get her shoes and socks off, because her pants weren’t going to make it over her hikers.
“He did. But I don’t think Mom liked him, too much, like she knew he was temporary.” She took my hand and squeezed it. “You’re a good boyfriend, Rory.”
“Johnny will be, too. You know that. You two already have a secret language,” I laughed.
“It should have been Halloween. I should have made the change at Halloween,” she shook her head.
“Stop it,” I told her. “Just move forward.”
Lyla snorted a laugh to herself and nodded. Then she ran a fingernail up my cock. My cock was at half-staff — it was wondering if it was going to get any action with Ms. T’s visit — but Lyla’s touch made it stand to attention.
“That’s not fair,” I whined. I pointed to Johnny with my chin. “How much you going to let him do?”
“Not much more. We already have our As in her Health class. I don’t think Johnny’s in any danger of failing her PE class,” Lyla figured. “It’s you and Mia who have her for Health next semester. You should get in there and guarantee your A.”
“Maybe I will,” I said. There was no maybe. I was going to fuck that woman.
Mia pulled Ms. T up from sitting and Johnny guided her to the other bed. I was looking at a completely nude Michelle Tattersall, “Misty,” the dream of many a Freshman and Sophomore boy. I’d seen her tits before, and now I got to see her pussy.
“She’s shaved,” Lyla noted judgmentally.
“Disappointing, I know,” Johnny agreed, pushing Misty’s body down onto the bed.
“What?” Ms. T asked, confused. “Don’t all you boys like shaved pussies?”
“When you shave ‘em, makes ‘em all look the same. Just skin and some folds and an opening,” I said, and shrugged. “Pubes are personality. Makes ‘em different. Makes ‘em special.” I eased to my knees in front of Mia and ran my fingers through her thick landing strip. Then I licked Mia’s pussy, dragging my tongue from bottom to top, and inhaled loudly. “And it holds scent to drive me wild.”
I looked back at Misty’s pussy. “If it’s shaved… could be anybody’s. Plain. McPussy.”
Johnny ran his finger along Misty’s slit, teasing her labia and clit. “Still… maybe…”
“Oh, yes… Please…” Misty begged, giving in to the fantasy.
Lyla stood and went to Johnny. “Do you really want to?”
Johnny turned and held Lyla, running his hands over her body. He kissed her neck and then said loudly enough for Misty to hear, “Kinda.”
Ms. T looked Lyla over, top to bottom, zeroing in on Lyla’s pussy and her golden curls. “Please.”
Lyla looked like she was considering it, but I’m sure she had already decided what would happen some little time ago. She held up three fingers in front of Johnny’s face. Because of the angle I was at, I could see Johnny crack a smile and almost laugh, but he held it together.
“Three minutes? Three seconds?” he asked. Lyla shook her head. Johnny understood, then. “Oh.”
I wasn’t sure I understood, but I figured I’d find out.
Johnny turned back to Misty. “It’s your lucky day,” he told her.
“I’ll say,” she whispered, but I heard her. Her eyes were everywhere, all up and down Johnny’s body, staring at my cock, back at Mia’s landing strip. She didn’t want to close her eyes, afraid it might all go away like a dream.
Johnny opened Misty’s legs and addressed her opening with his cock. I could see the glistening of her wetness — and I could see the wetness on Mia’s fingers, too.
“Don’t tease me, Johnny. Please,” Misty breathed.
“Please what?” Johnny demanded. He didn’t mean for her to say ‘sir’ or anything stupid. He wanted to hear her ask for it. “What do you want, Michelle? What have you wanted all year?”
“Your body, Johnny,” she croaked, her eyes closed. “I’ve wanted to see your body.”
“You saw my body in the pool, Michelle,” Johnny reminded her, still running his cock up her labia.
“The rest of it. Your cock,” Misty whined. “Your beautiful cock. And that cute ass…”
“It is cute,” Mia almost laughed to Lyla.
“Please…” Misty begged again.
“Please what, Michelle? What do you want now?” Johnny asked again.
“Fuck me. Please, Johnny, fuck me…”
Johnny waited no longer and thrust his cock inside Ms. Michelle Tattersall’s very wet pussy, all the way in with one long, slow movement.
Misty reacted instantly. “Ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh!” She began trembling, and moaned so loudly as she came, she was wound so tightly. Later, Costa would tell me that he actually heard that through the wall. He heard more, too, but he remembered hearing the first one.
Johnny drew his cock back with the same slowness. Lyla dropped one finger, now holding up only two.
Johnny gave his next thrust some fire and slammed into Misty’s cunt, making her scream again, but we could see her enjoyment in her eyes as she kept cumming. Lyla held one finger up as Johnny slowly dragged his cock back, bringing Misty’s juices with it.
He leaned forward onto Misty’s tits and she grabbed at him, holding him tight as he let his cock slide inside her one last time. “Sorry, Michelle, this is it.”
“No, Johnny, please. Fuck me. Please cum in me…”
Johnny rose up from her arms and withdrew his cock. “Sorry. That’s all you get. There’s somewhere else I have to be.” He looked at Lyla.
“Johnny?” Misty whined.
“Tag.” Johnny slapped my hand as he moved out from between Misty’s legs and I assumed his position. Misty still looked a little distraught and bewildered (two vocab points!), but when she saw me lining my cock up with her shaved-bare pussy, the realization washed over her, and she calmed down, and smiled.
I motioned to Mia, who had been gliding her fingertips from Misty’s temples down her neck to her breasts. “Lyla doesn’t want to taste her on Johnny,” I whispered in Mia’s ear. Mia looked me in the eye and knew what I meant. She put her hand out to Johnny’s leg, then moved over to him and took his cock in her mouth, cleaning him off.
I addressed the lady whose legs were pulling me in to her. “Hey, Misty. You promised, remember?”
“I said ‘maybe,’” she tried to tease back.
I relaxed and started to pull away. “Well, if it’s ‘maybe,’ then I’ve got other pl—”
Misty pulled me back forcefully. “Fuck me, Rory.”
“I hope you have something to teach me, this semester,” I said as I slipped my cock inside her and proceeded to fuck a teacher.
Lyla held Johnny as Mia cleaned him off. When she pulled off of him, Mia slapped Johnny twice on his thigh, like ‘all done!’ and gave him a shove so that he and Lyla toppled back onto their bed. I saw Lyla just curl Johnny in front of her and bring the comforter around them, again.
“Front row seat?” I asked Johnny.
“It’s not every day you get admission to a live porn show,” he shrugged. But then he kissed Lyla and they spoke quietly about something I couldn’t hear. Then I figured out what when Lyla retrieved her phone from the nightstand and started filming us. Yes! Damn right I wanted this on film! Or video, or whatever you want to call it. I have to admit, knowing I was on video, I did start to perform instead of just plain fuck. I pulled one of Misty’s legs up on my shoulder and let the other fold outward so Lyla could get a good view of my cock slamming into Misty’s insanely bare pussy.
Mia rejoined me, and went back to stroking our Misty and taking a breast into her mouth, on the far side so she didn’t block the camera.
“This is what you want?” I asked Misty, my cock pistoning her pussy.
“Oh, yes…” she moaned, one hand circling Mia’s head, combing her hair with her fingers.
I gave the “rock on!” fingers sign to the camera. I’m so cool.
With Mia’s mouth working Misty’s left tit and her hand starting to circle her clit, I just had to get a better feel of that other tit. I actually think Lyla’s are bigger, but it was fun kneading that tit. When Mia let off her left one, I alternated. I thought about maybe trying to fuck her tits. But what I really wanted was to cum inside her pussy. I picked up her right leg and had both on my shoulders, then, and really went to town slamming into her, fuckin’ her fucking pussy.
“Rory,” Mia asked after a bit, taking a new position, sitting up on the bed. “Flip her.”
I stopped fucking Misty, gave her two taps on the side of her ass, and let her legs down off my shoulders. I helped her find position on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air. I didn’t plunge right in, yet — I had to let Mia adjust and get her pussy right before Misty’s face.
Misty looked back up to me. I don’t know if she was saying she doesn’t eat pussy, or asking for permission to dig in, or just looking at my reaction. I just gave her a single nod, like ‘get to it.’ She turned back, and I couldn’t see her face so I don’t know if she was hesitating or licking her lips, but she got down to her elbows, put her hands on Mia’s thighs, and went after her pussy for all she was worth.
Then I started fucking Misty again.
I looked at Mia. She looked back, a big grin on her face. Then Mia’s eyes shut suddenly and she inhaled sharply. Misty must’ve found her clit!
When the shock subsided, Mia said, “Oh, she’s done this before, I think…”
Misty just breathed a loud laugh down below, but never stopped licking Mia’s pussy. Mia took ahold of Misty’s hair, running her fingers through it, but mostly holding her in place to encourage her. Hey, Mia likes what Mia likes.
I started a good rhythm of smacking into Misty’s ass, picking up speed, and making her moan into Mia’s pussy. I had to pull on and hold her hips steady so I wasn’t smacking her face into Mia and ruin her efforts.
I looked over at the camera. I smiled and gave the lens a big, knowing wink. I couldn’t help it! I silently mouthed, “Fucking a teacher…!” to the camera and pointed at Misty’s ass.
“You like that, Misty?” I asked. She moaned in the positive. “What’s that? You like my cock, or do you like Mia’s pussy?” Misty moaned something that sounded like a statement, but was incomprehensible. So, I stopped fucking.
“No, Rory, don’t stop!” she suddenly spoke. “I love your cock. I love Mia’s pussy. It’s been a while, but I love eating pussy…! Fuck me, Rory… Fuck me…” And she went back down on Mia.
“That’s a good girl,” I told her, massaging her ass as I began thrusting into her again. “You liked Johnny’s cock, too, didn’t you?” She moaned like she was hungry. “How long have you wanted to see Johnny naked?” I was totally playing this for the camera, looking right at it, and at Johnny. Misty’s moan sounded like ‘So long,’ so I bet it was. “What’s that?” I asked anyway.
Misty took a breath. “All year… All fucking year. He’s so hot. And Lyla’s so pretty. I didn’t think I’d get to, she’s not in my PE class, so I don’t see her in the locker room, just in Health. But she’s so pretty.”
That was more than I expected, but that was cool. “Maybe next time, you get to lick her pussy,” I offered for Lyla. I looked at Lyla, who just gave me an odd expression, but she didn’t stop filming.
Misty took another breath. “I’d do it.”
“Sure, but Mia needs to cum, now, Misty. She’s almost there… Find and suck that clit, Misty!” I didn’t have to tell her what to do. Hell, she probably knew better than I did what to do. Girls are that way. And yes, she got Mia whimpering. Mia was on the ropes. I let my thrusts go slow-and-even so Misty could concentrate on Mia.
When Mia climaxed, Misty must’ve really enjoyed having her mouth filled with Mia’s juices because she got wetter than ever, herself.
“Oh, yeah… that’s it. You are so wet, Misty… You are so wet…” I picked up the pace, but decided I wanted to cum, too. I can cum in this position, but fucking from behind takes my head out of the game, you know what I mean? I can last longer, which can be good, but I can get distracted without a pair of eyes looking back at me. So, I pushed Misty’s pelvis down and flipped her back onto her back, as Mia curled kind of upside-down to us.
Misty’s eyes were wild. She was loving this. She was checking out my naked bod, again, staring at my cock as I found my way back inside her pussy. She was so wet, I slipped back in easily. And I picked up the pace.
I let myself down on top of Misty, stretching out. One of Mia’s hands was caught between us, but that was okay. I wanted to feel those teacher titties against my skin.
I exaggerated my grunts; I wanted her to know I was in for the kill. Then I dove for her ear, but I said this all loud enough for the camera to pick up, I’d hoped. “Oh, Misty, I love fucking you. Fucking a teacher. An older woman. You know? I’m only fifteen.”
I’d said some magic words there, I figured, as she groaned a loud, “Oh-ohhhhh, I knowwww!”
I didn’t let up. “I won’t even be sixteen until March. You fucked Johnny a little, too, and he’s only fifteen, too. And you licked some fifteen-year-old pussy.”
“Ah, fuck… fuck me…” she demanded between breaths.
“I’m a fifteen-year-old boy, Misty. Only a year and a half out of middle school. Just a kid,” I said, doing a somewhat younger-sounding voice.
And… that did it for her. I was laying on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tight in place, but she bucked so hard below she practically broke my spine. She wouldn’t let go of my neck, but I stabilized and got my arms under her knees, pulled her legs back, and fucked her so hard and fast, going for that cum. It didn’t take much more. I went stiff and shot my load inside 24-year-old Colton High School PE and Health teacher Ms. Michelle Tattersall’s pussy.
And we got it all on film. Video. Whatever.
It wasn’t my first cum of the day, or my second, but it felt like I called up the reserves from my balls to make sure I filled her cunt, the electricity running up my spine and the static spiraling my head. My shoulders lost their tension and I just relaxed on top of Misty’s titties, my cock still being milked by Misty’s gripping pussy. It was a nice place to be.
We both laid there, breathing, recovering, when I looked up and saw Mia. There was a little shock when our eyes met, and I admit I felt a little guilty and for that instant wondered if I was in trouble. But then Mia smiled wickedly at me, and I knew we were okay. It’s like Lyla said, it was like when we played Clue — it might never happen again. Right then, I was almost sorry she didn’t get to fuck Scott. Almost. I stretched my head toward Mia and kissed her.
And then Misty, Michelle, Ms. T, Ms. Tattersall… finally let go of my neck and turned to jelly. She closed her eyes and sighed. I sat up and slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy. I just fucked a teacher! I just came inside a teacher’s pussy!
I realized, then, that I hadn’t kissed Ms. T during the whole thing. Johnny was right; kissing was too personal, too intimate. Fucking was sex. I didn’t love Ms. T. I just liked fucking her.
Lyla put down her phone. “How do we get her out of here?” she asked Johnny.
Yeah, I thought to myself. This was fun, fucking her, but I didn’t want her to be with us all night. I wanted to spend the night with Mia, and Johnny wanted to be with Lyla. How would we get her out of here? Just with a “Thanks for stopping by, Ms. T — don’t let the door hit you in the ass!” or what? Mia gave me that quizzical look, too — the same one as on Lyla’s face.
Johnny unwrapped himself from Lyla and you could tell he was giving it some thought — ‘put on his thinking cap,’ the teachers used to say back in 3rd Grade!
He shifted over on the bed and picked up the room phone. He punched the buttons for 208, the room next door. There was a silent moment, then I could hear the phone ringing next door through the wall! Then it stopped.
“Hey,” Johnny said. “It’s Johnny. Is Conor there? Okay.” We waited a moment. What was he up to? “Conor. It’s Johnny. I know, these phones are weird, but I didn’t think you’d pick up if I called your cell. … Well, maybe. … Can you pop over here? Next door? We need your help. … Yes, really. We have a mission for you. And I think you’re the right man for the job. … Okay.” Johnny hung up the weird room phone.
We all waited. It was quiet. The movie was still on, but it was quiet, even so. It was the scene near the end where James Bond goes into the art museum wearing a coat and hat, and then there’s all these other guys wearing the same coat and hat, and no one can catch him, and then he turns on the fire sprinkler and reveals the Monet painting was there, all along. It’s a great scene and it has great music — “Sinnerman” — and that’s what we could hear in the quiet.
There was a knock on the door. Conor.
We all looked at each other. Who was going to let him in? Johnny got up, but didn’t put any clothes on, still. A second later, he brought Conor into the room.
Conor was all eyes — looking at Mia naked, seeing another naked girl laying on the bed, and then he saw Lyla wrapped in the comforter, and he finally looked away. A little embarrassed, maybe, realizing his old girlfriend had just been making love with the naked Johnny. Then he looked back at the naked Ms. T and recognized who she was.
“We have a problem. And I think you could be the solution,” Johnny told him.
“Is she…? Dead?” Conor asked.
“No,” I volunteered. “Just resting.” Conor looked me in the eyes and I smiled. Then he smiled, too, and came in for a closer look, checking out her tits and pussy, just in case she suddenly grabbed the comforter.
“What do you need from me? What’s this mission?” he asked Johnny, a little suspicious, now.
“We need you to take her back to her room, and keep her company for the rest of the night,” Johnny told him.
You could see when it dawned on Conor what Johnny’d asked of him. His eyes got wide and a grin started to form.
I jumped in. “She’s a dynamo, and you’re the man for the job.” It occurred to me that this would also take care of Costa’s problem of Conor nosing in on him and Silke. Johnny was smart.
Conor looked around at the room, but avoided making eye contact with Lyla. “How do I…?” He motioned at her clothes, and he was right. Did we re-dress her or what?
Johnny went through Ms. T’s pants and found her room card. Mia started gathering Ms. T’s clothes and semi-folded them so they weren’t just a pile.
“Bring these over to 211,” Mia said, “then come back for her.”
Johnny called Costa. “Can you get Conor’s stuff and meet him across the hall in 211? Then stay there and hold the door open.”
Conor understood, nodded, and left with the bundle. He returned a moment later, and we helped Ms. T stand. She wasn’t drugged or passed out, just in that euphoric state of nappy-land.
“Conor!” Ms. T said upon noting a new person was seeing her naked.
“It’s okay, Misty,” I told her. “He’s going to get you back to your room, and stay with you the whole night to take care of you.”
She looked at me, letting it sink in. Then looked at Conor and smiled. I didn’t have to say it. She knew Conor was fifteen, too.
Johnny opened the door, waved at Costa, saw the coast was clear, and Conor and Ms. T headed for 211.
The last thing Conor said to me that night was, “Misty? You dog, you…!”
Then Costa was in our room, talking to Johnny, making sure he’d really seen what he’d just saw. Johnny told him to keep it between us, and then wished him well in getting rid of that June girl.
“Oh, no problem there,” Costa told us. “Junie is no problem at all. Us three will be fine tonight, now.” He saluted us and headed out.
Well, cool.
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