Masturbation

Triple Letter Score – Part 2

Triple Letter Score – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #5 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

We exited the guest room to find only Rory in the kitchen, waiting.  He looked at me like, ‘Well?’ and I nodded like, ‘I got it.’  

I realized then that we took a little too long in there.  After all, what I’d wanted was just a nude — it should’ve taken only five minutes if Johnny was willing.  Clothes off, snap-snap, clothes back on.  I had to let Rory know we didn’t fool around, not really.  “You’re going to love this,” I whispered in his ear.

“Where is everyone?” Johnny asked Rory, though the look on his face told us he pretty much knew everyone had split for the bedrooms.

“Yeah,” Rory sighed, getting up.  “They have dispersed.  But we have a reservation upstairs.”

Johnny gave the two of us a look.  “And Lyla?”

“Yeah.”  Rory gave him the bad news with just that word.

Johnny was crushed.  When I pulled him into the guest room, I’d stopped any attempt of his to get Lyla alone.  “Seventh wheel,” he realized.  “Or third wheel, again, now.  I should’ve knocked Conor out when he first opened his mouth.”  He led us out of the kitchen.

We found Costa and Silke almost completely naked on the frontroom couch.  I noticed Johnny take a peek at Silke as he wasn’t here before to see her naked.

I took Johnny’s hand and we three just kind of made our way up the stairs to check out the bedroom situation.  Rory and I were supposed to get Lyla’s sister Tori’s room.  As we passed Lyla’s room, we could hear Conor laughing amid the mattress noise, “Zoinks!  Zoinks!  Oh, you zoink me so good!

That’s all Johnny could take.  He turned and sat down on the top stair while the shenanigans kept up behind Lyla’s door.  “I shouldn’t be here,” he said into his chest.  He stared at Silke and Costa, but didn’t; he was just kind of looking in that direction, like they were stand-ins for Lyla and Conor.

Rory put a hand on his shoulder.  “Come on, Johnny.  We’d both like you to join us…”

Johnny looked up and I couldn’t tell what was in his eyes.  “That’s okay.  I have to get back.  I should have told you.  I have a test in English I should be there for.  And we’re learning this piece in Orchestra for the winter concert.”  He stood up to leave.

I was going to say something, but Rory physically stopped Johnny and pulled him onto the landing.  “You can’t leave.  We need you.  We want you to stay,” he told Johnny’s eyes.

Johnny looked a little angry, maybe… resigned to the idea of not getting together with Lyla.  “I don’t want to be the third wheel.”

“A tricycle doesn’t get anywhere without three wheels,” Rory told him.

“But a bicycle goes faster,” Johnny countered.  The two just looked at each other, and I could see both starting to smile.  A stupid smile which broke into a single laugh, each.

“Don’t make me come up with another wheel metaphor-thing.”  Rory took Johnny’s elbow.  “Come on.”

I inserted myself under Johnny’s other arm and he closed it around me.  Rory pulled us into Tori’s bedroom just as a final “Zoinks!” came through Lyla’s door.  It was an odd “Zoinks!” — sounded like someone stepped on a dog’s tail.

Tori had a nice, mostly pink bedroom.  Instead of a poster of Elsa from Frozen like Lyla had, she had one of Anna because of hair color, I knew.  But where Lyla still had posters of an animated Harry Potter scene and Harley Quinn, Tori had gotten rid of most of her Disney princesses and replaced them with posters of her favorite bands (still including 1D — she was a Harry Styles girl) and one of this nearly naked Swiss swimmer Noe Ponti, and another of French swimmer, Leon Marchand.  I have to admit, they were nice posters.  There were a bunch of magazine cut-outs, too, of a bunch of swimmers without names on them.  And, curiously, a smaller poster of a cute Canadian female swimmer named Summer sitting on the end of a diving board.  Tori must have watched every moment of the Paris Olympics.  It occurred to me that she might have a crush on Johnny’s brother Scott, too, as he does Boys Swimming in the winter.

I closed the door for privacy, obviously, but also to keep Johnny from making any decision to bolt.  Rory’s hand slipped down to take ahold of Johnny’s, though, maybe for the same reason.  “Now you can’t leave,” Rory told him.

Johnny just closed his eyes and nodded.

I hugged Johnny from behind, wrapping my arms around him so my hands could feel his abs under his sweatshirt.  Then I popped the button on his jeans.  Rory took the hand he held and put it on his own back as he leaned in and kissed Johnny’s neck and let his own hand feel the softness of Johnny’s sweatshirt.  He whispered something in Johnny’s ear, I couldn’t tell what, but kept kissing his neck, moving closer to his face.

Johnny pulled his face up and away, just offering more throat.  “No.  You know that,” he said to Rory.

“But I want to,” Rory said to Johnny’s Adam’s apple.

“We’ll see.”

Rory nodded, smiled, and pushed Johnny down onto Tori’s colorful-hearts comforter just as I had his zipper undone.

“Mr. Collins, Miss Radziwiłł, I believe you’re trying to seduce me,” Johnny joked from the bed.  I think it was some line from a movie.  I don’t know which one.

Rory grabbed the seat of Johnny’s jeans and pulled.  “Mia, he’s figured us out.”  When the jeans were down, I helped and pulled off his socks.

While Johnny’s head disappeared in taking off his own sweatshirt, I gave Rory a look, a private message running between our eyes, and our secret smiles telling each other everything was going to be okay.

“So, what would you have said after the bicycle thing, anyway?” Johnny’s sweatshirt said.

“Um…” Rory thought for a second, removing his own sweatshirt.  “Something about having to ride a unicycle being no fun.”

“No fun?” Johnny’s actual face said.  “The old unicycle is most of our lives, man!”  Johnny was now just in his black boxer briefs, as I had seen him before.

“Okay, it’s fun but…” Rory started.  He pulled off his t-shirt and was down to his socks and boxers, now, too.

“But being with someone else is better,” I said, dropping the metaphor.  I started taking off my own clothes quickly, not waiting for Rory to undress me.  As I took off my sweater, I realized I now had Johnny’s soccer shirt on underneath.  I pulled them both over my head at the same time so I didn’t have to explain that.  Rory would understand once he saw the video.

“Yeah, and I’d need inspiration, anyway,” Johnny said, watching us.

“Go on, Rory,” I said.  “Release the Kraken!”

Rory laughed and got naked.  He has such a nice cock, and it was standing tall and proud for Johnny.  “This do anything for you?” he asked.

Johnny nodded.  “Yeah, blondie, that’s a good start.”

Just as I dropped my bra, Rory took ahold of my shoulders and pulled me in front of him.  “How about these?”

“Those will do, nicely.”  Johnny held his hand out to me.  Rory took it, instead, and climbed on the bed.  He pulled down Johnny’s boxers, releasing his cock, and I took them from his knees on down and off.

And there was Johnny’s cock, again.  I never get tired of looking at it.  I’d just seen it in action for me a little bit ago, but it was hard and hairy and beautiful all over again.  I love Rory’s, too, and now I had two lovely naked boys in front of me, and…  God, the beauty of the male body.  Those round shoulders, the lines of muscle running down their sides, their cute butts and strong, long legs… and that powerful sex tool right in the middle.  And it all starts with the face.  Those two…  I couldn’t breathe.

I lost my socks and panties, not worrying about looking sexy doing it.  I just wanted — needed — to join them.  I climbed on the bed, on the other side of Johnny, and then I kissed him because Rory couldn’t.

Johnny’s arms were tight around me, pressing my breasts into him.  Then he broke the kiss and opened his eyes.  “Is there a plan today?  Something you’d like to do?  Or we just winging it?”

I didn’t want to tell him that Rory and I had discussed often what we could all do together, should the opportunity arise.  And we both knew we’d make one happen.  “Let’s just see where it goes.”  I couldn’t stop looking into his blue eyes.

There was a ripping sound coming from behind me — the sound of Velcro coming undone.  He was taking off his wrist brace.  Ah yes, now Johnny was completely naked.  And his right hand found my hair.  I love it when he runs his fingers through my hair.  Rory does it, too, just right, but Johnny…

Rory was already heading down to suck Johnny’s cock.  I’d wanted to do that.  Maybe I still could.  I kissed my way down Johnny’s chest, stopping at his right nipple for a bit, then licked my way down his abs.  I fixed my position so Rory and I were each hugging a leg and I met his face at Johnny’s cock.  Rory opened his eyes, and the sparkle there told me we were going to have some fun — fun both of us wanted.  He pulled off and with a nod of his head, offered to share.  I helped him lick that fucking cock until our mouths found each other and we made out around it.

Rory left me in charge of Johnny’s cock, and flipped over behind me, putting me in the middle.  He just held me, kissing my neck and my shoulder.  I could feel him hard behind me, but he just held me softly so I could feel his love, instead.  He didn’t just hug me and move on, he stayed with me, reminding me that he loved me, and a little shiver ran up my arms as I realized it.  Here we were making Johnny feel like a prince, and Rory changed the game to making me tingle.  It took a moment or two, but he moved on.  He kissed my neck and down my back.   He stopped at my ass and found better position.  I helped him.  I figured I knew where he was going, but god I needed that and wanted to help him get there!

Rory found my pussy.  I was already so wet — starting from watching Johnny’s performance and now with anticipation of what was to come.  I expected his tongue, but felt his fingers dipping inside me, drawing out whatever juices he could, and then spreading them back to my anus.  Ah, yes.  He wanted it to happen today.  Hell, I wanted it to happen today.  I was still nervous, but how could I pass up the chance?  I shivered even more as Rory inserted that finger into my anus, gently, past the first knuckle, and then further.  Meanwhile, his tongue found my labia and wended its way up to my clit.  Rory, you’re my hero…

Johnny had been relaxing, still petting my hair, but when I opened my eyes to see his reaction, I caught him viewing all the action at our end of the bed.  His other hand caressed my cheek, pulling me off of him.  “You guys are too far away.  I want to show you how much I… I want to do something, too.  For you both.”

Johnny jack-knifed on the bed and turned the other direction, his head by Rory.  I wound up still having control of his cock, and he pulled at Rory’s midsection until Rory got the idea, and let him drag his legs over.  Johnny pulled at Rory’s honey-colored pubes with one hand, cradled his balls with the other, and swallowed his cock.

Satisfied that we were done moving, I put my effort into priming Johnny, again, and all three of us were giving oral in a true love triangle. 

The words hit me.  I loved Rory.  I really did.  I even knew I was going to say the words.  Soon.  At the right time.  Not here.  I started this whole thing not wanting to be in love, but that’s what happened.   And I look at Johnny and know that, if he had stopped to talk to me at that soccer match instead of Rory, I might have…  But here I am, with both of them.  I love them both.  I do.  But I know Rory loves me.  And I know Johnny loves me, too, but dreams about Lyla, and is a little heartbroken over her.  My choice should be clear, but when I think about either of them, or look in their eyes, I…

When I looked down, I could only see Rory’s blond hair.  He was so involved in pleasing me.  And believe me, I felt it.  My head was swimming, and the sensations down below were going to make me cum and pass out soon.  Rory took little breaks to let more of my and his fluids leak down to my ass, and he inserted a second finger.  One usually feels good; a second — or third — finger has a purpose, though, and I did my best to relax and allow that purpose.  It also stalled my cumming, for good or bad.

Johnny could tell I was falling off my blow job, though I still held his cock like it was the Holy Grail from that Indiana Jones movie.  I saw him pull off of Rory’s cock and watch what Rory was doing to me.  He sat up a little, bracing himself with an elbow, while he continued to run his hands along Rory’s body.  Then he shifted and righted himself, coming parallel with me, latching onto my breasts as he moved up.

Now both of my men were servicing me.  I didn’t deserve this.  Maybe I did.  I don’t know, but I wanted it.  I just wanted to give up any and all control and let them do anything they wanted to me.

But that was part of the plan.

Sadly, I nudged Johnny’s face off of my breast so I could ask him, “Do you still have the condoms you won?”

“Is it time, already?” he asked.  “I like doing this.  I love your body.  I…”

I stopped him from saying whatever was going to follow.  “I want both my boys.  And I want to do it before I chicken out.”

Johnny understood, and rolled to the side and off the bed to find his jeans.  Rory, meanwhile, had gotten three fingers in me.  I brushed at his arm, letting him know that was enough.  He disengaged carefully, and kissed my thighs until he was above me, again.

Johnny joined him and offered a condom.  “Need one?”

“No, not today,” Rory said.  We figured at least he could go in bare.

Johnny looked at me and Rory, both.  “You really want to do this?  Have you tried?”

“We’ve… taken it slow, a little at a time, but yeah,” Rory said.  “It’s the first time I didn’t get to enjoy hearing her say ‘it’s so big’!”

Johnny shared Rory’s laugh.  “Where do you want me, hun?” he asked me.

“On your back.  Lie down here.”  Rory and I figured this would be easiest.  And, it let me get Johnny inside me proper one more time.

Johnny put on his condom.  I wish he didn’t have to, but if he were stuck inside me with this effort and couldn’t pull out… I don’t want to go through that again.  I’d love to feel it, but I don’t want to go through the worry again.  Johnny moved into position and I found myself climbing on top of him with a big smile on my face.  I was going to fuck Johnny Walker, again.

Johnny greeted me with a kiss, first.  With him — and with Rory — it was never just mechanics, never just the sex.  He didn’t kiss me like he did in the spare room, but I could feel his love, all the same.  I found my best position while he opened his legs to give Rory room, then I took Johnny Walker’s cock and fit it inside my pussy.  And I savored sliding down him, even with the condom, all the way inside me, and shivered one more time. 

“Ohhhhh….”

I fell forward into his shoulder.  I would have, anyway, to give Rory access to me, but it felt so good.  Beyond the physical sensation, my body knew it was Johnny inside of me.  “Oh,… Johnny…”

He whispered, truly whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed this.”  I couldn’t help but start to fuck him.

I’d gotten maybe a dozen thrusts onto him when Rory squirted a little lube onto me, adding some insurance.  I was so into Johnny, I hadn’t even noticed that Rory went to Tori’s nightstand and found the bottle (and a horde of her toys).

Rory placed the head of his cock at my anus, and I stopped moving on Johnny, waiting.  Rory’s head slipped easily inside me.  That part I’d gotten used to.  Him moving further in has gotten easier, too, but I still had to consciously relax until he was all the way in.  I found if I pressed back a little, it felt easier, something that happened by accident when I thought I was pushing him back out, but if it works, it works.

Okay, this is not my favorite thing, but I wanted to do it.  I was holding my breath, but remembered to breathe, instead.  I focused on holding Johnny, focused on letting my hands roam over his shoulders and his sides, focused on kissing him, focused on lying on top of naked Johnny Walker.  And then Rory made it all the way inside me.

Oh, my god, talk about feeling ‘full.’  I’ve had Rory’s and Johnny’s big cocks inside me, and I’ve had Rory’s fully inside my ass twice, now.  But with both Johnny’s in my pussy and Rory’s up the other side… it was… … … weird.  I don’t know.  Full.  I had to let out my breath, and it came out like I was trying to hit a high note in music class.  I hadn’t been holding my breath, but it was like these two cocks made me exhale.

Both boys asked, “You okay?” at the same time, only Johnny added, “Mia?” and Rory added, “sweetie?”  Yes, that’s what I focused on.  I just bit my lip and nodded quickly.  I wasn’t going to deny myself this, I wasn’t going to demand Rory take it out.  I wanted to feel it.  I wanted to feel them.

“Dude, I can totally feel you inside there,” Johnny told Rory.

“I know,” Rory agreed.  I pictured him smiling.  “It’s like real thin between the two.  It’s like we’re rubbing our cocks together.”  They both moved their members just a little, a little jiggle in each side, getting the sensation again.

“That’s so cool…” Johnny said, and I could see his smile.

“Do it,” I said.  Or breathed.  Too quietly.  They were waiting for me.  “Do it.  Fuck me…

Rory drew his cock back slowly but easily.  I felt the relief, but also the loss, like I suddenly missed it.  And then he pushed back in, and I felt what I lost, and it felt okay.  Johnny didn’t try to move his cock, yet.  He let Rory get a slow pace going, waiting to see if I would decide it was all over.

I looked in Johnny’s eyes.  They weren’t wild with victory, or piercing with the joy of sex.  They were worried.  Worried for me.  “Is it okay?” he asked me quietly.

I whisper-breathed back, “Yeah,” and I wrapped my hands under his head and neck and pulled his face up to me and kissed him like I wanted to while I could.  Johnny’s arms wrapped around my back, and I could feel him grasp one of Rory’s hands there.  Rory’s other hand caressed my back or my side or my ass cheek, letting me know he was there and he cared.

But he still picked up the pace in fucking my ass.  That’s what we were here to do.  That’s what I wanted.

Johnny was trying to move inside me, too, but was having difficulty.  “It’s not too easy when he’s doing the… rhythm,” he told me.  “It’s like if I really fuck you, I’m going to get pushed out.”

“No, don’t fall out,” I told him quickly.  “Stay in me.  Try to fuck, but… but stay in me.”  I tried, with Rory’s help, to get a higher position on my knees so Johnny would have a little more freedom of movement, and that did the trick. 

They worked out a pattern in the rhythm of Rory out, Johnny in, and back and forth, and it seemed to work, but then they both got into it and the rhythm fell off.  They were both feeling it and fucking me and I, I don’t know, I hit that level of momentum where my pussy and my ass were open and they could do what they wanted.  I’m not going to pretend it didn’t hurt at times, and I made plenty of noise when it did, and not a whole lot of romantic “Fuck me!” dirty talk.  My pelvis was flopping in the air between these two while I held tight onto Johnny and while Rory bent forward and held onto me and… and it was the… yielding? submission? that I wanted.  The feeling of letting go of all control and just trusting the two boys who loved me so.  Who I loved so.

But that only lasted so long.  Not that I demanded control back.  With these two athletic men above and below me, I was kind of at their mercy, although I believe they both would have put the brakes on if I’d asked.

And then I did.

“Okay, okay, okay.  Rory?  Rory?  Johnny?” I petitioned between thrusts.

“Mia? You okay?” Johnny asked.

“I need to stop,” I said.  If he didn’t hear me, I’d shout, but I saw in his eyes that he understood.  I also saw a flash of frustration — neither boy had cum, yet.  Not that I had, either, though.

“Ror,” Johnny called above me, stopping his side of the thrusting.  “Rory.”  Johnny took Rory’s hand and pressed it.  Rory understood and began to slow down, not just pulling the plug, so to speak.  One final slow in and slow out, and then his cock hung at my anus, just the crown, and then it was out. 

I thought about keeping Johnny in me, but decided to withdraw completely and I spilled to the side onto my back.  “Fuck…” I said, and then started to laugh.

Neither boy laughed with me.  They were doing their own assessment, I guess.  Then Rory collapsed, making and filling a space between me and Johnny.

“Well, babe?  How was it?” Rory asked.

I thought about it.  “Um… what I loved was having both of my men inside me.  That’s what I loved.  I don’t think we’ll do it again, but… I love having both my men with me.”  I put my hands on top of Rory’s arms and turned enough to kiss him.

Behind us, Johnny said something about tricycle wheels, with a laugh.  I was in a daze, yet.  Rory answered with something about not being done.  I don’t quite know what happened while I recovered, but I understood that Johnny had Tori’s lube, and he started fucking Rory.  I could feel that as Rory, still between us, was rocking into me.

I didn’t mean to be mean, but I pushed back at him.  “Get on top of him, jeez…” I said, joking.  But they realigned and did just that.  I propped up on my elbow to look, and Rory was on his knees, facing outward, rising and falling, impaling himself on Johnny’s cock.

I had watched him and Conor do their painful fuck on Girl Talk Day, and I had watched him and Johnny try each other on for size on Operation Day, but Rory looked like he was fully enjoying fucking himself on Johnny’s cock on this Scrabble Day.  His cock was still hard.  And bouncing.  I liked to watch it bounce.

I rolled onto my knees and began to stroke Rory’s cock, getting what was left of the lube off.  I didn’t want to suck a butt-dirty cock, but I wanted to suck his cock for him.  I licked and spit in my hand and cleaned his cock as he bounced, then said to hell with it and sucked my Rory’s cock.

“Oh, babe…” Rory moaned.

“You like that, Rory?” I asked him, pulling off, but teasing the front of his cock with my tongue tip.  I didn’t even have to move my tongue.

“Yes,” he moaned.  “Both of you.”

I understood.  Like me, he was now getting something from both of us.

“Keep doing that, babe.  Keep doing that.”

I wondered what “that” was, then realized I was licking his sweet spot under his corona as he rose and fell.  I made sure to keep the tease alive and hit that bit every time.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, Johnny… Mia, I’m gonna cum…” Rory told the ceiling.

And he did cum.  I have to say, I love watching boys cum, and seeing Rory shoot off in a shower six or seven times was a hell of a lot of fun!  It wasn’t a series of jets, it was a spray because of his bouncing — cum drops flying like rain.  Yes, I got some on me.  Quite a bit, actually.  And we’d forgotten to lay down a towel.  There was laundry in our future.  But watching that white stuff shoot out of his cock and see his face in ultimate rapture was not an everyday occurrence.

And I saw Johnny’s arms around him.  I knew how that felt.

Rory pretty much stopped and sagged forward, falling off of Johnny’s cock.  Johnny sat up with him as Rory collapsed and fell forward, laughing at the pleasure.  Johnny slapped his ass.

“And you?” I asked Johnny.

“Doesn’t quite do it for me,” he said, pulling off the condom with a smack.  He tossed it at the nightstand, but it didn’t quite make it.

“With Rory?” I asked him.

“No, doing it with Rory is fine.  Just can’t cum inside his ass, it’s too tight,” he said.

I just looked at him with a face like ‘you think you have to tell me that?’ and we both laughed.  Then I knew what I had to do.  I spun and lay down next to Rory’s body.  I reached out my hand.  “What would make you cum?”

Johnny looked at me like I was his.  Right then, I was.  He got to his knees then put himself over me.  I spread my legs for him, and locked my ankles behind his butt, pulling him down onto me.  And then Johnny Walker fucked me proper.

Yes…

“Make love to me, Johnny.”

“I always do,” he said.  “When I… when you guys… invite me…” he corrected.  Rory’s hand rose up and then fell on Johnny’s ass.  He patted him several times, and also caressed my ankle and foot before he moved on, stroking Johnny’s thigh, still, while he fucked me.

Now my juices were flowing.  Having both my boys in me was a dream, but I really enjoy one-on-one.  I was so ready to cum.

So was Johnny, though, and I realized he no longer had a condom on.

“Johnny?  Johnny?  Please.  You have to pull out.  Or wrap it up.  You have to,” I begged.

Johnny slowed and sputtered to a halt.  His jaw was clenched, I could see, and his eyes shut tight.  I touched his cheek, caressed his jaw.  “Please.”

He reached behind him under the pillow to get one of the rubbers he’d brought out from his trip to his jeans.

“For you,” he said while rolling it on.  It took us some several thrusts to get back to where we had been, but the peace of mind was worth it.

I really have to get on birth control.

I’m used to condoms, but Rory and I cheat now and then and pull out in good time.  And I’d so wanted to feel Johnny’s bare cock, again, so I did.  But even with the condom, the feeling of just having Johnny inside of me… of fucking Johnny… of having my arms wrapped around him, of feeling his engine running inside, of that cock turning me on, of hearing his little grunts and growls and smelling his musk as we both perspired and stealing a kiss while we both tried to control our breathing and —

And cumming in a huge wave…

Even in my fits of rapture, I had to look at Johnny when he came half-a-moment after me to see him do that heart-paddle convulsion as he shot his cum into me.  Into the condom, but he was inside me.  We shared the orgasm.

I wanted Rory to feel it with us, but that was not possible, was it?  Being with my two men…  I suppose Rory could fuck Johnny while Johnny fucked me and we could try to… but then I wouldn’t feel Rory’s cum, and that’s what I’d wanted — to feel all three of our shared orgasms.  It didn’t really work with the double-penetration.  Can’t get everything I want, I guess.

Johnny lay atop me, comatose, and I took all his weight just to keep his cock inside me for once, to keep him inside me.  He did wake up and roll off me, and I felt that loss again, that little sadness at his leaving me empty.  Sharing room on Tori’s full-size bed was easier than on a twin, but it had been kind of creative how we’d been arranging our space.  The way Johnny rolled and stopped, it was a kind of comfortable triangle, with Rory trapping Johnny inside his legs, Johnny holding Rory’s knee like a teddy bear, his head on his other leg, while I had Johnny’s ankle and stroked the hair on his calf and played with his toes, and I had Rory’s eyes and Rory’s smile and Rory’s kiss.

All three of us had a little nap.  When we came to, I saw Rory looking at me, still, love in his eyes.  I smiled back at him.  We’d done our thing.  He kissed me, and I was back in his arms.  Yes, I was in love.  This was the guy.

Then the other guy I was in love with moved and snuggled up to my back and put an arm over both me and Rory.  I was with both my boys, again.  This was where I wanted to be: between them.

Was I in love with Johnny like I was with Rory?  No.  But could I be, if…  I had to not think like that.

I looked at Rory’s eyes.  “Hey, I have a present for you.  Can you get my phone?” I asked, as I was in the middle on Tori’s bed.  Rory rolled off and searched our clothes for my phone and brought it back to me.

“Okay, sit up.  Watch this.”  I gave Rory my phone back, and he spun over to sit by the pillows.  Johnny’s video played.

“Hi,” Johnny’s voice said.  “I miss you.  I’ve been waiting to get together, again.”

Rory looked over at me.  I said, “Don’t look at me.  Look at the screen.  He’s talking to you.”

Rory watched the screen.  Johnny’s video progressed, and I watched Rory’s cock grow back to strength.  It’s amazing to see that happen.  One moment, it’s just hanging there, then it moves, and grows fat, and grows long, and gets hard, and points up.  Amazing.

“Watch this, watch this!” I said to Johnny, pointing at Rory’s cock getting hard.

“I know how it works,” Johnny laughed into my hair.  “I have one of my own.”

Then I watched Rory start to jerk off.

“Oh, that’s it,” Johnny’s voice said.  “Keep going.”  And Rory did.

Johnny — the real Johnny — caressed my breasts.  “You got him riding on the unicycle.  I was going to let him fuck me, but if he cums now, he’ll be down for another half-hour, maybe,” he said.

“Going somewhere?” I asked Johnny.  I shouldn’t have asked.  Now it got him thinking of where he should be.

“There’s Soccer practice, and Orchestra rehearsal, I have to choose one, today,” Johnny thought out loud.

Johnny on the video said, “I want you…  God, how I want you…”

“Got a few more condoms, too,” I reminded him.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged.  Then snickered, “And poor old Conor only had one.”

“No, Costa gave him his,” Rory said in a thick voice while still jerking off.  “Silke doesn’t need them.”

“Oh, you feel so good…” video Johnny moaned.  “I wanna fff…  oh, yes…  I wanna fuck you.  You know that, right?  I wanna fuck you…”

Real Johnny dropped his head, and got real quiet.  His hand froze in place.

Damn.

Now he was thinking of Lyla, just on the other side of that wall.

“I lov-… I lov-… oh… oh…” video Johnny told Rory.

In front of us, Rory started stroking faster, breathing loudly through his nose, his eyes down to slits but he still watched the phone screen.  Then he gasped and came again.  The shot was a little more controlled this time, a short shot, then a rocket, then several short ones that he caught on his chest and stomach.  I still loved seeing it.

Rory lay back, covered in his cum, breathing in short bursts, but relaxing.

 “You… are… incredible…!  I really need to hold you.  I just want to hold you.”  Video Johnny and Rory were cuddling.

Real Johnny wasn’t holding my body anymore.

“You were going to send that to Lyla, right?” Johnny asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Wait until later.  Please.  Wait until after Conor’s gone to practice, okay?” he asked.  “I don’t want him to see it.”

We lay there quietly for another five minutes or so.  I didn’t mash his face into my breasts, I didn’t make any demands.  I just held him.

Johnny started to shift.  He sat up, stood off the bed, and headed to the door, opening it.  “Is there a washroom up here?” he asked me.  “We could use a warm washcloth.”

I nodded and pointed to the right just as naked Conor walked by, humming some stupid tune.  He looked at Johnny, poked him in the chest, and said, “Zoinks!” and moved on.

Johnny didn’t move.  He just stood at the open door.  Then he made a decision, closed the door, and turned around.  He picked up his sweatshirt.

Damn.

He quietly got dressed.  I deliberated trying to stop him, again, but this time Rory’s hand was on my shoulder, not on Johnny’s.

“Hey… I’m gonna skip going to Soccer practice,” he told Rory.  “Since I missed my Orchestra class today, I’m gonna go to the after school rehearsal.”

“But we’re heading into the playoffs soon…”  Rory sat on the edge of the bed, next to me.  I sat up and joined him.  He put his arm around me.

“No.”  Johnny was going to say more, but swallowed his words.  Then took a breath.  “We’re learning… in Orchestra, we’re learning this piece for the winter concert.  It’s… um…”  He turned away from us.  His voice was faltering.  “Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis.  It’s really good and I… my cello section is really carrying some weight in this.  And we’re doing this piece from Tosca and there’s a cello solo in it I’m trying to get, but I’m just a Sophomore, and I’ve got this fuckin’ wrist brace! so I probably won’t, but I have to show Stromboli that I have what it takes.”  He looked right at us.  His eyes looked… grey, like a storm.  “I have to go.”

He opened the door, went down the short hall and the stairs.  He found his shoes and brown bomber jacket and his backpack and then Johnny Walker was gone.

A month and a half later, at the winter Orchestra concert, I cried my eyes out when they played that Fantasia song, it was so beautiful.  I swear I could hear Johnny playing.  Just him.

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Triple Letter Score – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #5 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

It was a Wednesday, and no one wanted to be in school.  Especially me.  We didn’t even wait to meet up in 1st Hour PE so we didn’t have to get our TA Charlie to mark us absent.  That guy has enough problems with impending fatherhood.  Rory’s sister, Fiona, says her friend Allison is due in February.  That comes with tough decisions I hope I don’t ever have to make.

“Mia, I got Costa and Silke,” my boyfriend Rory reported in.

By snagging everyone out on the “quad,” we were able to get our friend Johnny as soon as he showed up.  “C’mon, we’re cutting school today,” Rory flat-out told him.  “Heading over to Lyla’s.  We’ll play a game, fool around…  You know.”

I could see Johnny turning it over in his head.  And he looked right at me.  Like right into me.  I could hear his thoughts: Will you and me get some alone time?  Or will Lyla come to her senses and I get to be with her?  If not, I want you, Mia.  You.

“Who’s all coming?” Johnny asked me.  You know, I don’t know if he ever cut school before.

“Us, Lyla, Silke, Costa, Conor,” Rory told him.  I noticed he’d purposely separated Conor’s name from Lyla’s, but Johnny caught that.  I could see that in his eyes.  “I was thinking of asking Lucas, too.  Mia might ask a couple more girls.”

“I don’t know,” Johnny grumbled.  “I don’t want to be a 5th or 7th wheel.  Going to the movies or just hanging out is one thing, but…”

I couldn’t lie to him and tell him Lyla was hoping he’d come, though she was.  But I also couldn’t predict if they’d get together, or if he’d get in an argument with Conor.

“Come on,” Rory whined.  I’d hoped he didn’t play the “chicken” line.  “Take a day off with us.  Relax.  We’ll have fun.”

Somehow, Johnny decided to do it.  Again, he looked right into me, then said okay.  I started us moving toward the big tree before he could change his mind.  We met the others there.  I did ask Molly and Ava, but they declined, again.  Rory never did find Lucas.  So, as Johnny predicted, he was the 7th person.

We took off for Lyla’s before anyone really noticed us, though who really cares?  A quick stop at 7-11 for some snacks, and we were good.

We did the usual getting settled stuff: backpacks in the hall, shoes and coats off, who’s sitting where, me and Rory intertwined, what’s on TV?  Orange marmalade sandwiches have kind of become a tradition, now, too.

“Wanna play a game?” Lyla asked the room, hinting at the gameplay of a few weeks ago.

We all kind of looked at each other, knowing why we were here.  Getting privacy for actual clothes-off sex was rare.  I mean, of course we find ways to do a quickie with pants down in Rory’s basement or the garage, a hand job in my bedroom even with the door open because sweats can be pulled up quickly if you hear the floor creaking.  But getting the parents out of the house so you can lie completely naked in your bed and spend a couple hours together?  That was rare.  If a friend has an empty house, it was good manners to share.  But sometimes we had to take drastic action like cutting school.

“Yeah, but I want to actually play a game,” I surprised everyone by saying.  “We’ve got time.  Why not?  I mean, we’ve got six hours or so.”

There seemed to be general agreement.  But what to play?  What game could accommodate seven players?  I hadn’t thought of that.  There was always party games like charades…

“Can it still be sexy?” Costa asked.

“Maybe?” Lyla shrugged.  “Depends.”  Lyla went over in her head what games she had in her closet, and what ones she knew her sister Tori had, and what was in her basement.  “Most are two-to-six players,” she told us.  “There’s always Monopoly…”

“No one likes Monopoly,” was said by three or four of us at the same time.  One voice just said, “Never again.”

“I like Monopoly,” came from Conor somewhere in the kitchen.

“Fuck off,” Rory called back to him.

Johnny looked at me like ‘I knew this would happen. I should’ve stayed at school.’  I had to stop him from actually considering leaving.  Rory leaned into my hair and whispered, “Make Lyla take Johnny upstairs to look at her games.”

“Lyla?  Do you have Life?  That has a bunch of players, right?” I asked her.

“I might…”

“Can you check?” I prompted.

Rory elbowed Johnny in his side.  Pretty hard, too.  I could feel it all the way through the chair we were sitting in.

“I’ll help you look,” Johnny said, standing up.  He’s not dumb.

Now, what happened upstairs I wasn’t there for, obviously, but they both told me and Rory, separately, later.  So, here’s the Mia-dramatized version:

            Lyla: Okay, all my games are here in my closet.  Can you reach them for me? (hair twirl)

            Johnny: Lyla, no more games.  I love you.  Kiss me!

            Lyla: Oh, Johnny! (kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, make out, tongue, kiss, kiss, boobs, kiss, kiss)

            Johnny: Leave Conor and fly away with me!

            Lyla: Oh, if I only could…

            Johnny: You can. Just do it. (kiss, kiss) What happened to when we played Operation?  You weren’t worried about that Jughead, then?

            Lyla: That was different.

            Johnny: Lyla, you’re tearing me apart!

            Lyla: Johnny… (kiss, kiss) Let’s just go back downstairs.

And they both came back down with Johnny carrying the Harry Potter edition of Scrabble — and sporting a hard-on.

Conor saw them and spouted off, “Of course Johnny’d choose Scrabble.  He’s so smart!  ‘Look, everybody, I spelled butt!  I even used two Ts because I knows how to spell gooder than anybody!’”

Johnny told me later that he almost punched Conor then.  And looking back, I wonder if that would have been better, if that might have led to a discussion about certain things.

But suddenly, Costa and Silke — our Belgian exchange student friend — brought up the idea of Dirty-Word Scrabble.  Soon, we were seated around the kitchen table, playing as teams.  There weren’t enough chairs, so I sat on Rory’s lap.  Johnny was his own team.  That almost killed it.  But he did well.  He was still wearing his wrist/arm brace from his injury in soccer, which made dealing with the letter tiles difficult, but not impossible.

“How much longer do you have to wear that?” Lyla asked him.

“Through Halloween, at least.  Probably through the playoffs.  But I’ll get checked out, again,” he told her.

“Any better?”

“I’ve got feeling back in my index finger and thumb, so yeah,” he reported.

Lyla tapped at his fingers; Johnny smiled and nodded.

“How was that needle test?”  Lyla cringed a little, imagining a hundred or thousand needles pressed into Johnny’s arm to test for nerve damage.  Hell, I would think that would cause nerve damage.

“You remembered that, huh?”  Johnny seemed genuinely pleased Lyla had asked about it.  “It didn’t.  Didn’t hurt.  No nerve damage, so that’s good.  I just need to keep everything straight while my wrist and fingers heal.”

Lyla continued to play on Johnny’s fingers with her own.

“Hey,” Johnny asked quietly, but I could hear.  “Did you get to see your father this weekend, like you’d hoped?”

Lyla looked down at their fingers.  It took her a moment to answer.  “No.”

“I’m sorry.”  Johnny took her hand.

Lyla coughed and spoke up.  “So, you can still play soccer, but what about your cello?  Will you still be able to play for me at the Winter Concert, like you said?” Lyla flirted.  Did she even know she was?

Johnny gave her a secret smile.  “It just takes practice.  Fast pieces are a little harder, and vibrato…  But I found… if I hold the cello like this…”  Johnny put his left arm around Lyla’s waist, “and hold the bow like this…”  Johnny’s right reached around and he dipped his face into her hair.

But he didn’t get to finish that thought because of Conor.  “Hey!  Ma-Ma-Yo-Yo!  Hands off and let’s get this game started!”

The game began with us making the easiest words — all the four-letter ones we could get the letters for: fuck, cunt, dick, cock, suck, boob, hole — with Conor adding ‘ass’ onto hole.  Lyla played two protest words and placed down amortentia — a Harry Potter word for love, but only worth 12 points — and accio, meaning call or summon.

I saw Johnny put two letters on the table between him and Lyla.  I didn’t say anything, just watched.  It was a U and an I.  Then I had to smile as he pushed the two letters together and raised his eyebrows, looking at Lyla.  She just blushed and smiled, but didn’t say anything.

Costa next got creative with the 14-point nympho.  Rory scored big with the 21-pointer blowjob.  And then Johnny pulled out quim, using my U from suck because his Q could be on a triple-letter-score spot.  Then, on his next turn he built off his Q to make queef.

“Son of a bitch!” Costa congratulated him.

“Who’s got the Z?  Is it still in the box?” Conor asked.  “What’s a dirty Z word?  Zasshole?”

“What about zounds?” Rory asked.

“Not dirty,” Johnny shook his head.  “It’s a crunching of ‘His wounds’ or ‘God’s wounds.’”

“By the wounds of Christ,” Lyla clarified.  “Same with Gadzooks!”  Those two, I swear.

“Same Spanish teacher,” Johnny explained.  “That guy uses zounds all the time.”  Johnny and Lyla had three classes together this year: Spanish, Health, and Honors Geometry.  How could he help but fall in love with her?

“What about zoinks?” I asked with a laugh.

“Wouldn’t that be something?” Johnny shook his head.  “What if Shaggy on Scooby Doo has been swearing at kids for the last fifty years!”

We had a good laugh and zoinks! was said in about twenty different ways for the next five minutes.

Then Silke put down klootzak and scored with her Z.

“What the hell is klootzak?” Conor cried.

Silke was smiling, but suddenly she couldn’t explain without Costa.  She had him stand up.  She poked Conor in the forehead and called him, “Klootzak,” then pulled down Costa’s pants and boxers in one move, grabbed his nuts, and laughed, “Klootzak!”

With the visual demonstration, Conor thought that was the best thing ever.  “Teach me more Belgian swear words!”  One thing I know is that Silke long ago learned not to try and correct anyone about what languages and dialects they speak in Belgium and just let us Americans call it Belgian or Flemish for the time she was here.

Silke took letters out of the box to make onnozelaar crosswise using her double-letter-score Z again!  She and Johnny were killing us.  Why we let her have the points is a mystery.

“What’s onnozelaar?” Conor begged.

You are onnozelaar, Conor!” Silke said in a growling voice.

“Hear that everybody?  I’m an onnozelaar!” Conor crowed.

“I thought we were playing Dirty Scrabble, Silke, not Insult Scrabble,” Johnny said.

Silke’s eyes got big.  “You know what is onnozelaar?”

“I’m no dimwit,” he told her back.  “You know, in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, ‘Belgian’ is…”

“Don’t,” Lyla warned Johnny with a laugh.  “That would be impolite to my guest!”  And they shared a laugh, and you could see the sparkle in their eyes.  Another damn inside joke with those two.  Apparently, she had read the same book.

“You are very interesting, Mr. Walker,” Silke said, like she’d just gained a new appreciation for our friend.

There was a vibe in the kitchen, then, as all three girls were looking over Johnny, and then at each other, like we were in competition for him.

Conor didn’t like having the center of attention taken away from him.  “Alright, Lefty, I got a joke for you,” Conor said, making fun of Johnny’s right arm brace.

There was a groan around the table.  Johnny said, “Fine.  But I’ll need a new drink to hear this, I think.”  Lyla almost jumped up to get him some more Wild Cherry Pepsi.  Everyone saw that, host or not.

“Okay, so… Little Johnny is at school,” Conor began.  Johnny sighed and moved in his seat, as if to leave.  “No, no, it’s not about you.  It’s good,” Conor assured him.  “And the teacher is going over the alphabet. “Class, who can give me a word that starts with A?’  And Little Johnny’s going ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And the teacher says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He always swears and talks sex talk.  He’ll say ‘ass’ or ‘asshole.’  She calls on Mia, and Mia says…”

“Apple,” I say automatically, as if on cue. 

Conor continued.  “‘Very good,’ says the teacher. ‘Now does anyone know a word that starts with B?’  And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And the teach says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He’ll say ‘bitch’ or ‘butt.’  She calls on Costa, and he says…”

“Baseball!” Costa said, looking quite proud of himself, too. 

“Then the teacher goes, ‘Now does anyone know a word that starts with C?’ And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  The teacher says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He’ll say cunt or something.’  So, she calls on Lyla, and Lyla says…”

“Cat.”  An easy one.

“Then teach says, ‘Now does anyone know a word that starts with D?’  And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And teach says to herself, ‘I can’t call on Little Johnny.  He’ll say ‘dick’ or ‘damn.’  She calls on Silke, and Silke says Darnschnargel, or some shit like that, but the teacher has no fuckin’ clue what the hell that means, so she calls on Rory.  And Rory says…”

“Doggie!”  Boy, we know good vocab.

“Then the teacher goes, “Now does anyone know a word that starts with E?’  And Little Johnny goes, ‘Oh, me!  Pick me!  Ooohhh, Miss Fudrucker!  Pick me!’  And the teach says to herself, ‘What dirty word starts with E?  I can’t think of any.  Okay, I guess it’s safe to call on Little Johnny this time.’ She goes, ‘Little Johnny, what word starts with E?’ and Little Johnny goes, ‘Elf — with a cock THIS BIG!’”

Everyone laughed, even Johnny.  And he and Conor were okay, again, for the day.

But that was it for the game.  I don’t know if using dirty words was supposed to get us in the mood to fuck, but it didn’t matter.  We were already there.

We cleared the game pretty quickly, and then Rory had a surprise for the boys.  “Gentlemen, have a seat.  It’s time to play Hungry Hungry Hippos!”  We didn’t have the actual hippos-eat-marbles game, but everyone got the idea Rory was up to something.

“We got more snacks?” Costa asked.

“Better than that.  You know how to play?  Hands come out, grab one thing at a time, drop it back, and reach out and grab another,” Rory instructed.  All four boys sitting around the table had their hands ready to grab.  “Ready, set, Hippo!”

I poured a box of twelve loose condoms onto the middle of the table and the boys went grab-grab-grab!  They were gone in an instant.

Conor got all bent out of shape.  “One?  I only got one?  What the fuck?  Now I only get to fuck one time?”

Johnny shook his head.  “If everything were fair and even and Socialist, we’d have each gotten three or ‘as many or as few as we needed.’  But this is hippo-eat-hippo warfare.”

“Each according to his fuckability?” mused Rory with a goofy smile.

“Just sayin’,” Costa opened his hand, “I got four.”

We didn’t all run for the bedrooms; there were snacks and lunches to finish eating — body energy.  While everyone was still kind of busy, I drew Johnny aside.  He knew something was up, but came with me silently.  I led him into the guest room.

“Will you do something for me?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.  There was no condition, no ‘only if you tell me first,’ or anything.  That was Johnny.

“Do you have any nudes you can send me?” I asked.  “I’ve always wanted one, but since we played Operation, I’ve only had my memories.”

“Actually, honestly, I’ve never taken one,” he said, and I believed him.

“Can we do something about that?” I requested.  “Here?  Now?”

Johnny looked at me, studied my face.  And without another word, he took out his phone.  Lyla’s guest room wasn’t used for too many guests, like ever, and was mostly storage, though it did have a bed and a dresser and such.  Johnny moved some boxes off the bed and pulled the nightstand out a little ways.  He set his phone on top by the old alarm clock and checked to see what it would capture, and made some adjustments.  He didn’t say anything, just worked.  He took off his wrist brace and set it off to the side.  He positioned a box of Christmas stuff behind the nightstand, right behind the camera, and sat me on it, but the box jingled.  He decided the jingling was not a good thing, and switched the box with a tub full of Beanie Babies.  It was more comfortable, and I gained a little height, so that was good.

He stood in front of me, far enough away that I couldn’t touch him, and I could see that it was perfect for the vertical camera, which was already filming.

“Hi,” Johnny said.  He was looking right at the phone and me at the same time.  This is why I was sat right behind it.  “I miss you.  I’ve been waiting to get together, again.”

I almost responded, but he put up his finger.  “Shh.  Don’t.  My folks are in the other room.  But I need you.”

Johnny was wearing a soft maroon sweatshirt with a distressed University of Chicago logo over a t-shirt and jeans today.  I hadn’t really noticed his sweatshirt, before; I’d just been looking at his blue eyes.  But I noticed the stylized C as it passed over his face.  He slowly pulled his sweatshirt off and tossed it on the bed behind him.  His brown hair was a little messed, but as he looked up — at me and the camera — he smiled his Johnny smile, and ran a hand through his hair to fix it, unseen. 

His t-shirt was red, a school soccer spirit-wear I’d seen before.  It had ridden up and I could see a triangle of his abs.  He crossed his arms at his waist and slowly, oh so slowly, drew his shirt over his head, just letting me watch his 2-pack become a 4-pack become a 6-pack, and then his chest and shoulders appeared, and then his smile and blue eyes, again.  And the messy hair, which he fixed again for me.

He tossed the shirt at my lap.  “You want that?  It’s yours.”

I didn’t say a word as I brought the shirt to my face.  It wasn’t a game jersey and didn’t smell like one, but it did have some Johnny scent on it.  I let my eyes wander over Johnny’s bod while I inhaled.

Johnny looked a little nervous while he rubbed his palms over his pants.  He glanced at the door, then back at me, and nodded, and smiled.  “We’re good.”  He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and drew the zipper down.  “You gonna take yours off, too?” he asked the camera.

For a moment, I thought about picking up the camera and making it ‘nod,’ but that would be stupid and ruin the whole thing.  I just nodded, myself.

“Good,” he said.  “I’m gonna need some inspiration.”  He pulled his jeans down over his butt and down his thighs to his knees.  He was wearing black boxer briefs.  Then he sat on the bed.  His eyes never left me and the camera.

Very cautiously, careful not to nudge the nightstand in front of me, I took off my shirt, revealing my black bra.

“Oh, that’s it,” Johnny sighed with that smile.  “Keep going.”

I took my cue and cautiously, silently removed my bra, freeing the twins.

Johnny’s face showed his pleasure at seeing my breasts.  “Oh, I want to touch you,” he said, but didn’t stand and walk over.  He just looked like he was missing out on dessert.  He lifted a leg across his knee and took off one jeans leg, then the other and lost his jeans completely.  I wondered if he’d take off his socks or leave them on.  He raised his leg again and took off one sock, then the other.  Of course, he did — they only keep their socks on in bad Russian porn.  Johnny had good feet, like Rory; no Hobbit-toes, or anything.

He stood and ran his hands over his boxers, caressing his cock for me.  I caressed my breasts for him.  He moistened his lips.  He reached inside his boxers and felt himself, straightening his cock, giving himself a slow stroke or two.  I slipped my hands down to my own jeans and popped the button.  I didn’t think I could take off my jeans without knocking over his phone or making noise, so I just slowly unzipped and put one hand inside my panties, like he was doing.

Johnny smiled, his eyes saying so much, but still said, “Oh, you are so…”  He shook his head but did not finish.

He looked down at his hands, then back up at me, and pulled his boxers out and away from his body and slowly lowered them until he just dropped them.  They fell past his knees to his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked them aside.  He stood upright.  “For your eyes only.”

Johnny was naked in front of me.  Naked for the camera, but also for me.  His beautiful cock stood out proudly, and I wished I could take ahold of it, rake my fingers through his pubes, and suck it, or do anything to it that I could not do without ruining the video.

He didn’t flex, but he did stretch, like waking his body up.  God, he’s beautiful.  There’s just something about looking at a completely naked guy: his muscles alive, seeing his chest to his waist to his legs, his arms showing their power, his hairy cock daring to emerge from his privacy for my pleasure.  And his handsome face.  I won’t compare him to Rory — Rory is beautiful, too, and when I had both of them in my bed that once, I was the luckiest girl on the planet.

My hand moved a little faster inside my panties.  My other hand pretended it was Johnny’s, caressing my breast for him.

Was he done, now?  Would he come forward and shut down the camera on his phone?  And then?

No.  He started stroking himself.  “I want you…  God, how I want you…” he told the camera.  He told me.

It was then I realized he’d never said my name.  He never said anything about my bra or breasts or panties.  This wasn’t a video for Mia.  Rory could watch this video and think Johnny was talking to him, and probably would.  Or more… Lyla could watch this video and know he was talking to her.  A little jealousy streaked through me, but that went away.  I knew he liked both me and Lyla, just like I like both him and Rory, but we both knew that…  What did we both know?  That I was falling in love with Rory, and shouldn’t be with Johnny?  That Johnny could easily fall in love with Lyla, but she wouldn’t be the one to break up with Conor?  That Johnny and Rory had a secret thing going much like me and Lyla did?

Lord help us if any of us think we’re getting married…

Johnny was working his cock for me.  I knew his cock was a little bigger than Rory’s, and that it looked bigger with my little hand working it, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from each long, slow stroke.

He sat on the edge of the bed and continued.

“Oh, you feel so good…” he moaned.  “I wanna fff…  oh, yes…  I wanna fuck you.  You know that, right?  I wanna fuck you…”

He was stroking his cock for me, and I knew it.  And, god, yes, I wanted to fuck him, too.  And we had plenty of time today.  Our next mission, me and Rory, was to get Johnny to join us again.  If Lyla didn’t get him first.

Johnny brought his feet up on the bed, and scooted back a little.  He leaned back on one elbow, giving me a better view of his ass while he stroked.  He was getting faster.

I don’t know how long I watched him stroke that beautiful, hairy cock.  A minute?  Two minutes?  Four?  Whatever it was, it was both too long and not long enough.  I was nearing a climax, if I did myself right, watching him.  But I worried that if I did orgasm, I’d make too much noise on the video, and we’d have to do another take.  Oh, what a shame…  But no, this was going too well.  I couldn’t.

“Oh, yes…  Fuck me!  Fuck me!”  Johnny was going all out on speed.  His hand flew up and down his cock and all the while he was looking straight at me — and the camera, but mostly at me.  I wanted to leap up off the tub and jump onto his cock and tell him Yes, Johnny, I’ll fuck you any time you want!  But I didn’t.  I just thought it — very loudly — inside my head.

I wondered if he’d shoot straight up and onto his chest and belly, or…  And I got my answer.  Johnny sat up straighter, scooted forward, and stood.  “I’m gonna cum…  I’m gonna cum…  I’m gonna cum inside you…  Ooohhh!  gah…”

And Johnny shot his pearly white cum straight at me.  Not at the camera — he didn’t want it knocked over or have the lens covered.  At me.  It came right across the platform and landed on me.  On my chin, on my breasts, on my hands, and dripped onto my stomach.  I wondered if he’d have shot at me if I still had my shirt on, but I didn’t, so it didn’t matter.  Johnny Walker covered my tits with three big shots of his cum, letting the next four or five fall onto the nightstand or the tub or the floor, but every one was caught by his iPhone camera.  And what’s more, what was cooler, was that you could hear each shot as it landed on my skin or the plastic tub or the wooden floor.

Johnny’s body wavered as he stood there, his eyes closed tight, convulsing as he shot and then recovered.  His face a mixture of pain and ecstasy.  I’d seen that once before.  I’d love to see it again, but I want him inside me when he does it.  He gasped, “I lov-… I lov-… oh… oh…” never quite saying anything, just breathing the half-words out.  Then his face looked like he was trying to kiss me or whoever was watching, not all smoochy, but open like his lips were searching for mine.  Or Lyla’s.

His body shook one last time and he seemed to calm down.  He sat back down on the bed, and finally opened his eyes.  He found me and the camera, and smiled.  A sleepier smile than before, but it was still Johnny’s smile.

“You… are… incredible…!  I really need to hold you.  I just want to hold you,” he said to me.

He was killing me.  I’d stopped playing with myself, but I was literally biting my tongue, doing my best to remain quiet for the video, but dying to moan, to call his name.  I was just wading in his eyes.

“Hmm?” he grunted, like he was waking up again.  “Come here.  Let me clean you up.”  He stood and took a step toward the camera.  “Just stay with me.  Stay with me as long as you can, baby.  Stay in my arms.”

His body blocked the camera and the image went dark, but he just stood there, breathing for a time.  ‘Holding’ me.  Then he shut the video down.

I couldn’t wait any longer.  I came forward and pulled him that final foot toward me, pressing him against me.  One hand on his ass, my other found his cock and guided it into my mouth.  I had his cum all over my chest, but I wanted what was left in him.  One of his hands ran through my dark brown hair and he finally called my name.  “Mia, oh god, that was so real…”

His cock clean, I let him free to collapse backwards onto the bed.  Our eyes met and we just laughed.

“Stand up,” I ordered him.  He did while I took out my phone.  “Still don’t have a nude of you.”

He and his cock posed for me.  No mirror, no flash, no hidden face.  Just Johnny Walker naked and half-hard for me.

He sat and started finding his clothes and his wrist brace — everything except his soccer t-shirt, which I was using to wipe my breasts.  He fiddled with the camera app, and sent the video to editing where he trimmed the start and end, and added a fade in and fade out.  It didn’t take long at all, and then he AirDropped it to my phone.

“This is just for me…?” I asked.

“You can share it with Rory.  And Lyla.”  He looked at me with a sense of hope.  “Just don’t spread it all over the school.  Certain people don’t deserve to watch it.”

“Like that one guy’s video?” I said, with a little laugh.  “That guy from Theater making it with the two girls?  And the one was a virgin, I heard.  That was her first time.”

“And second time, too,” Johnny seemed to confirm.  “The dark-haired girl is my brother’s old girlfriend.  And the guy used to date Fiona.  So, when that got around, it’s like a collector’s piece!”

“So is yours,” I told Johnny.  “That was so fucking hot.”

We fixed our clothing and just before I opened the door, Johnny turned me toward him and kissed me long and hard.  I melted into the kiss and by the time we paused for a breath, my tongue was in his mouth.  If we went to bed, he’d kiss me again, but he wouldn’t do it like that in front of Rory.  And he still hasn’t kissed Rory.  That was a kiss just for me.

We exited the guest room to find only Rory in the kitchen, waiting.

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The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 3

The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #1 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

Rory and Conor went through the food and divvied Conor’s sandwich and little carrots and Avengers fruit snacks, and gave everyone a cupcake.  Each pair shared a Diet Coke.

With sugar in their system, and after the girls came back from a washroom break, Conor put cupcake cream filling on his cock and got Lyla to lick it off (in place of the peanut butter he saw on that one card in her pile).  Next, Conor put on Lyla’s bra.  “I’m raking in the points.  I am totally winning!”

Mia asked, “So, what were Costa and Silke up to?  They saw you?  What did they do?”  She was comfortable, again, cuddling, stroking Rory’s cock.

“They were playing Cluedo,” Conor said, taking off Lyla’s bra after she demanded it back.

“Why are you saying Cluedo?  It’s just Clue,” Rory put to him.

“Silke calls it Cluedo.  And I want to fuck Silke.”  Conor got the looks, again.  “Come on, I’m a guy, you know what I mean…”

Rory answered Mia.  “Yeah, they barely reacted.  Must be getting along.”

“We get along, don’t we?” she asked his neck.

“Very well.”  Rory had never stopped caressing her breasts.

“Ready to fuck me?”

“Try and stop me.”

Rory moved Mia onto her back, thinking about whether he wanted to lick her pussy, still, or just get into fucking.  He sucked at her breasts while thinking about it.

Lyla and Conor both saw Mia start the action.  “Okay, get over here, you idiot,” Lyla called to Conor, and they negotiated taking their half of the bed and Conor happily went back to licking Lyla’s pussy.

Rather than a half-and-half, it wound up like they’d sliced the bed corner-to-corner.  Rory, in his exploration, was angled just so that his cock was near Lyla’s head.  Or had Lyla angled herself so that her mouth was near Rory’s cock?  Either way, her mouth found his cock.

A long lick from balls to crown caught Rory’s immediate attention.  His head popped off Mia’s breast to catch a smiling Lyla looking up at him.  She took ahold of his cock and put it into her mouth properly.

Quickly, he glanced back at Mia.  If she knew about it, she didn’t scold her friend.  Mia just pushed his face back onto her breasts.

Rory relaxed and didn’t panic.  Hey, if this is a group thing, I’m not gonna argue.  Mia took a little suck of Conor, before.  We’ve all been getting little ‘tastes’ here and there.  He let a hand fall down to Lyla’s hair, letting her know he was into it.  He could feel her smile around his cock.  Suck me, Lyla.  He thought it, but he just couldn’t say it out loud.  He did let his hand wander down to her tit, though — he couldn’t help that, she had some nice tits.  One of her hands found his and made sure he caressed both of them, not just her left.  His cock got a little harder, then.

Rory didn’t want to cum in Lyla’s mouth.  He wanted to fuck Mia.  He began a roll to pull out of Lyla and off of Mia at the same time and set himself between Mia’s legs.

Mia whispered to Rory, “No sample, this time.  Wrap it up.”

Rory nodded, then slapped Conor on the shoulder.  He figured out what Rory wanted when he saw him break from position to find his remaining condom, then did the same.

Rory took his time putting the condom on, this time, making a little show of it, looking into Mia’s eyes, but noting that Lyla was a part of his audience, too.  She wanted his cock, huh?  Maybe when he was done fucking Mia, he’d let her clean him off.

But Mia… her legs spread and waiting for him… he looked at her and melted, but the fire inside him raged at the same time.  He had to fuck her, and do a better job than his first time.  He slapped his raincoated cock on her vulva, sawed it back and forth through her labia and up into her runway of pubes — he loved those!  He wanted to lick that pussy, again, but didn’t want to stop his momentum, now.  He circled his cock on that clit, found her entrance, and slipped all the way in.

Oh, mmmffff!” Mia kind of said as their pubes meshed.  She raised up to meet him on his way to crashing down on her, and pulled him into a kiss.  Her legs crossed behind him and locked him in place, then her hands sailed down his back to his butt, gripping his flesh and starting him plunging in and out and back and again into her.

Yeah… Yeah, Rory… oh, fuck me… fuck me… that’s it, fuck me…” she moaned below him.

I’ll fuck you, Mia… god, I love fuckin’ you…” he groaned back to her, getting into the sex talk.

They’d gotten into a good rhythm when the bed moved, and Rory glanced sideways to note that Lyla had taken to riding on top of Conor.  As Rory was braced on his hands above Mia, he could see Conor as the other boy looked over at him, too.  No words were exchanged, just a smile and flushed cheeks, but each could tell from the other’s eyes that this was a fucking great day!

Rory felt a hand that wasn’t Mia’s run up his spine.  He rose up and turned his head to his right and found himself kissing Lyla, her hand on his cheek making sure of it.  He was fucking Mia and kissing Lyla.  Wait! — he had to get this right…  He was fucking Mia and kissing Lyla, her tongue in his mouth, her hands on his head, while she was fucking Conor.  When she let him, he looked down at Conor.  He was not kissing Mia — he was too focused on watching his own hands play with Lyla’s tits.  Rory looked to Mia, who just smiled back at him.

She wasn’t mad.  Fuck…!

He fucked Mia harder.

Lyla moved her head into the space between him and Mia, and she and Mia began to make out.  One said something to the other.  The other answered.  Rory couldn’t tell what.

Lyla twisted off of Conor and pulled Mia with her, then both boys lost contact with fucking.  Conor looked to find how Lyla wanted him next, but Lyla put herself over Mia and gave her backside to Rory.

“Rory — fuck me!” Lyla called, reaching backwards for his cock.

In that moment, with too much juice running through his body, Rory could do nothing else but grab Lyla’s waist and let his cock find her pussy.

“Oh, god, Rory, yes!  Gimme that cock!” Lyla moaned.  She kissed Mia, again, and this time Rory could make out what they said.  “Rory has a nice cock.  He’s fucking me, Mia…”

“You can borrow him, but you can’t keep him,” Mia warned.

“You’ll get him back,” Lyla breathed.

Mia moved out from under Lyla and reached for the abandoned Conor’s hand.

Oh, fuck yeah!  I get to fuck Mia?  Just like I…  Oh, fuck yeah!”  Conor cheered, unable to control his enthusiasm.  He helped her find her way underneath him and got his cock inside her as fast as he could, just in case it was a mistake.  “Oh, fuck!  Mia…  I love your pussy, too!”

Rory couldn’t listen to his friend.  Well, you couldn’t help but hear him, but Rory blocked him out and paid attention to the girl he was with, rather than think about his girlfriend fucking his best friend.  He also had to not worry about the idea that he was fucking Mia’s best friend, and not his own girlfriend.

This was fun, though.  Mia was into it, so he knew he shouldn’t read too much into it.  He might not ever get this chance again, so he had to enjoy fucking Lyla while he could.  It was not hard to, he had to admit.  But plowing into her from behind, looking at her back and her hair, wasn’t what he wanted.  If he was going to fuck this girl, he needed to see her face, and more.

He took charge.

Rory, his hands still holding her waist, lifted Lyla off her knees.  There was a squeal and a couple ‘whoa!’ noises from her as she realized things were moving.  Rory twisted her legs and spun her over.  He’d wanted to keep his cock inside her the whole time while he did that, but they weren’t that coordinated.  Lyla didn’t quite know what he was doing and had that bit of fear until she was on her neck and back and could see Rory still holding her in the air, finding her hole, again.  Then she relaxed and smiled up at him.  He let her wrap her legs around him, but kept her fine ass up in his hands.

Yes, there was Lyla’s face.  He wanted to see her eyes while he fucked her.  He wanted to see her tits bounce while he fucked her.  He needed to see his cock slipping in and out of that golden pussy while he fucked her.  He needed to believe this.

This morning, he was hoping to get his hands up Mia’s shirt sometime between classes and feel her bare tits so that tonight he could get her shirt off and see how far he could take that.  But here he was.  No longer a virgin, and fucking his second girl of the day.  He was one lucky…

Fuckin’ Lyla…” Rory mumbled, trying to get as vocal as the others.  “Fuckin’ you with my cock…”  He slammed his cock into her as hard and fast as he could.

I love your cock, Rory,” Lyla answered.

Fuckin’ you…  blonde pussy…  those tits… those fuckin’ incredible tits…

Feel my tits, Rory, suck my tits…

Rory couldn’t say no.  He adjusted how he held her to get his hands and mouth on her tits.  He was mildly aware of Conor doing something similar to Mia, but he chose to ignore them.

He had slowed down his slams into a very wet slide while he sucked on Lyla’s nipples.  He pulled off and went for a kiss, again, when Lyla decided she was going to change their position.  “My t—!”

She had shifted them, and started sitting up, but Rory, still on fire, couldn’t have any of that.  He leveraged back on her shifting, put his hands on her shoulders, and shoved her back down onto the bed.  Lyla’s eyes popped full open, a little shock running through her.

“I’m fuckin’ you, Lyla!  I’m fuckin’ you…”  Rory started slamming into Lyla’s golden pussy, again, holding her down, the ecstasy traveling from his balls up his spine into his arms and skull.

Lyla began breathing heavy, then almost couldn’t breathe, at all.  “Oh my… Oh!… ohRor… oh fuck… I’m… I’m…c…”  Her cum began pouring out of her golden pussy.

“That’s it,” Rory breathed, finding his cock sliding faster inside her.  “Cum all over my cock.  Lyla… I’m fuckin’ Lyla…

Her legs were flying all over the place as she shook, hitting Conor and Mia.  Rory took ahold of her legs and bent them at the knees, holding her feet just below his chest, keeping her pussy nice and wide open.  With the little barrier keeping him from falling on her, Rory used it as a brace as he slammed into her for what he knew would be his final thrusts.  He could feel the tickle in his balls, the tingle traveling up his back.  He was going to cum, too.

Rory screamed out his breath.  If he spoke any word, it was unintelligible.  He convulsed and shot his first load into Lyla, followed by others as he convulsed.  His grip on Lyla’s legs loosened, and she let her feet slide up his chest to his shoulders.  One foot hit his face and he took her first few toes in his mouth, holding them in place with his tongue while he kept cumming.

The toe-thing made Lyla scream, again, and start a second orgasm rather than subsiding to aftershocks.  Rory could only enjoy the pride while he wavered back and forth on his knees, using Lyla’s legs for support, while he pushed to shoot whatever was left in him.

Into his condom.  He hoped the thing was still intact.  It had moved down some.

Rory opened his eyes.  He looked at Lyla below him.  Then looked at Mia and Conor.  All three pairs of eyes seemed to center on him.  He let Lyla’s legs down easy.  He backed off the bed and pulled off his rubber, tossing it onto his pile of clothes behind him.  He bent low and put his face on Lyla’s pussy.  Before this was over, he had to get a lick in there.  He licked her labia bottom-to-top and tickled her clit.  She shivered, again.  He dipped his tongue inside her hole, but didn’t taste any of himself in there, only her cum and a hint of latex.

He crawled over top of Lyla, and gave her a ‘thank you’ kiss.  “I really liked that.”

You liked that…?” she said back quietly, almost to herself, eyes still wide.

He stood to his knees and offered her his cock.  “Clean me off?”  He gave it a try.  Conor would always do it, but if she said ‘no,’ he’d just laugh and collapse.

Lyla’s hand shot up to hold him.  She leaned up and took him inside, sucking off whatever cum was still attached to his cock.  She gave him a couple extra bobs and let him slip out of her mouth with a pop.

Rory carefully fell to the bed, pushing himself between Lyla and Mia.

Conor broke the silence.  “You never fucked me like that.”

Rory looked up at him.  “Not gonna, either.  Now get off my girl.”  Conor dismounted and fell to the headboard.

Mia turned Rory to her.  They needed to read each other’s eyes to know what this all meant.  Neither had a worried look to them.  They both had figured out this one was just for fun.  Rory pulled her tight to him and kissed her.  There were some words on both of their lips that neither spoke.  Something to the tune of “But you’re going to fuck me like that, right?”

“You can fuck me like that again, if you want,” Lyla sang, running her fingers along Rory’s spine, again, until she reached his anus and slipped a finger inside, there still being enough lube present.

Rory lurched with the sensation and pushed back on her, kind of automatically.

“Hey, let him alone,” Mia warned.  “He’s mine.”

Lyla stuck out her bottom lip.  She sighed loudly in comic exasperation and fought to sit up.  She rolled off the bed and stretched, noting she at least had Conor’s watchful eyes following her moves.

“Did you have fun?” Mia asked Rory, quietly.

Rory was a little guarded.  “You guys planned that swap, right?”

“Not until it kind of happened,” Mia said, “but you know Lyla, and I thought today’s the day to do it, if we’re gonna.”

“So that was okay?”  Rory was still worried he’d cheated on his girl.  “I mean, you and Conor did, too, so…”

“Yeah,” Mia said, running her hand along his back.  “I mean, we’re just having fun, right?”

“Yes, it certainly was fun,” he laughed.  “How was Conor?”

Mia thought on it.  “What’s a good word?  Hmm.  Eager.  I’ll go with ‘eager.’”

They felt eager Conor climb off the bed.

“Hey, Mia, who’s your most embarrassing social media crush?” Conor asked.

“Why?” Mia was puzzled.

“That’s your card.”

“Are we still playing?” she asked Lyla.

“If we are, got to make it dirty…” she advised from her mirror, brushing her hair back to how she liked it.

“So, which of your social media crushes would you most like to screw?” Rory interpreted.

Mia rolled her eyes, but smiled, getting a mental picture.  “Okay.  Okay.  Um… the lifeguards who did those daily beach conditions videos all summer?  You know, ‘Today’s water temperature is 82º, and the wind is ten miles per hour, and there’s rip currents so listen to your lifeguard!’  And they take turns so you get to see them all, and get to judge who’s hottest in their red suits!”

“You talkin’ the guys or the girls?” Conor asked, thinking he’d catch her.

“Oh, both…” Mia giggled, Lyla joining her in sentiment.  “You just want to reach inside your screen and tug their suits down, suck a cock, lick a pussy, grab those titties, or just… rub your hands all over those pecs and abs…”  Mia ran her hands over Rory’s chest.

Lyla came and stood at the bed.  “Like how?”

Mia sat up.  “Like this.”  She let her hands roam over Lyla, now, instead, and got handfuls of her breasts.  “The boys said it, Lyla.  Your tits are incredible.”  Her hands slid down to Lyla’s waist and she held her steady as she leaned in and took a lick at her pussy.

“Jeez, I didn’t think I would get hard again so fast…” Rory intoned, staring at the two.

“This is my favorite TV show.  I want to watch it all day,” Conor spoke, mesmerized again.

Mia gave Lyla a couple extra licks for good luck, then broke away.  “That’s what I’d do to the lifeguard.”  She leaned back into Rory, kissing him and taking up stroking his cock, again.  “Mmm, you are hard…!”

Rory needed to do something about that.  “We’ve got some time, yet, before we have to get dressed and head back for soccer practice, you know…”

“Just you and me, though.  Like, just us.”  Mia wasn’t putting down their friends, but they both wanted to try again and take it all the way through.

“Hey, Lyla… can we, like, take one of the other rooms?”

Lyla knew the need for privacy — and space.  She thought it out.  “Yeah, but don’t take my mom’s room, take Tori’s.  I can explain that one, easier, if I have to.  She probably didn’t even make her bed, so…”

“Wait, can’t go until you do your card,” Conor shook his finger.

Really?”

“Yup.”  Conor drew a Dare for him.  “‘Using three books, balance one on your head and one on each hand, then walk across the room.’”  He and Lyla looked at each other with furrowed brows.

“How much weight can your hard cock hold while you walk around the room?” Lyla suggested.

“Yeah!” Conor cheered.

Mia helped Rory get up.  She thoughtfully judged the appendage hanging from his midsection. “Are you hard enough?”

“I think so, after that display you put on,” Rory guessed.

“Let me make sure,” Mia said, and went down on her boyfriend’s cock, giving it that extra confidence.  It started as a few quick bobs, but Mia started taking him as far as she could and playing with his balls.

“Okay, let’s see it,” Conor interrupted, holding some items from Lyla’s bureau. 

Mia pulled off Rory and presented his cock. 

Conor hung Lyla’s purse over it, letting the long strap slide down to Rory’s pubes.  The weight pulled his 80º angle down to 50º.  “Hang on,” Conor said, then went down on his friend’s cock, himself, with ten-to-fifteen good bobs.  “To ensure your success,” he explained when he came back up.

“I know you’re gonna miss it, now, it’s okay…” Rory joked.

Lyla tossed the towel at him, and it hung easily.

“Sorry, we do this one in the gym showers all the time!” Rory crowed.

“You do?” Mia asked.

“Sure.  If you get a boner, you either hide it, or flaunt it!” Conor agreed.

“It can get to be a competition,” Rory explained to the girls.

Conor added a shirt to the pile on Rory’s cock.  Not much of a change.  Lyla then balanced a Barbie doll in her blue Fashionista Denim ’n Dots dress on top.  “Okay, let’s see how you do,” she told him.

Rory started walking around, making sure to go pause by the window just to agitate Lyla, and kept Barbie riding his cock.  “See?”

“That’s some power, there,” Lyla said admiringly.

Rory took off the purse, towel, and shirt, but put Barbie back on, and walked over to Lyla, who held Rory’s cock steady and retrieved her doll.  “She enjoys an early-morning ride,” Lyla teased.

“Really?  I’m an early-riser, myself,” Rory teased back.  But now he was anxious to take Mia out of there.

Mia whispered in his ear, “Do you have more condoms?”

It hit Rory like a brick.  Fuck!  They were going to get a private room, they had an hour to themselves, and now…  “Well, we’ll just have to be…” he started, but then stopped himself.  He’d bought a six-pack of Trojans and passed them out.  Together, they’d used four.  The other two were…  “Wait!  Costa and Silke!  They don’t need theirs.  I’ll be right back.”

Rory went to the door, briefly considered getting some clothes on, then remembered Silke had already seen him naked during the faerie incident.  He just continued out into the hall and down the stairs.

“Hey, you two, do you guys still have the…”  Rory stopped dead on the bottom stair.

Silke and Costa were naked on the couch, Silke riding Costa’s cock for all she was worth.

“Oh, hey, Rory…” Costa called, noticing him.

Silke pulled her hair out of the way and sat up.  “Sex is much better when I have gotten to know someone well.”

“You know me very well, don’t you, Silky?” Costa breathed, grabbing her ass and quickening the pace from below her.

“Very well,” she agreed.

“Um…” Rory seemed to forget why he’d come down.  “Yeah.  Hey, do you…  No, I suppose you’re using them now, aren’t you?”  Rory was disappointed, but wasn’t leaving.

“What?” Costa asked.

“The condoms.”

“No, we’ve still got ‘em.  Somewhere.  In my pocket, I think.”  Costa pointed to their pile of clothing.

“I do not need to use such things,” Silke told Rory.

“That’s… that’s great.”  Rory came down the last stair and approached the clothing next to the couch.  He took his time getting the packets out of Costa’s pants pocket, gazing at Silke’s breasts and pussy while he could.  She was quite pale and had nice, full breasts, her nipples like cherries on vanilla ice cream.  Her pussy was shaved, though.  He knew her pubes would probably have been very light, like her eyebrows, but they just didn’t exist.  He still liked Mia’s landing strip, better.

“Thanks.  Thank you,” he said, and backed away to the stairs.

Back in Lyla’s bedroom, he looked a little lost, but showed a packet to Mia and tossed the other to Lyla.  “Good, they still had them,” Mia said.

“Yeah, they, uh… Silke said she doesn’t need them… and they were…” Rory tried to tell it.

“She didn’t need them… because…?” Lyla asked.

“She and Costa are fuckin’ on your couch, and I guess she’s got pills or something from Belgium, or…?”  Rory barely said ‘couch’ and Lyla, Mia, and Conor had run past him out the door and down the stairs.

“Hello,” Silke said, waving to the three as Costa spun her back beneath him, it being his turn to be on top.

When the three returned, Lyla was saying, “Must be nice…”

Rory took Mia’s arm and let her show him which room belonged to Lyla’s sister.

It was certainly a teenage girl’s room.  Mostly pink, but the walls were covered in band posters and a couple Disney Princess posters from “the old days,” as well.  Apparently, Tori really liked Anna from Frozen as she looked more like her, and Lyla was light blond like Elsa, except the ages were wrong.  Rory found photos taped up to the wall, some including his sister, Fiona, and their friends, and a couple from that beach trip they’d taken to Michigan.

Mia left the lights off, but closed the window shade.  She turned on Tori’s pink-and-purple lava lamp, but it wouldn’t do anything until it warmed up, she knew.  The bed was unmade, as Lyla had predicted, but the comforter looked very comfortable, covered in hearts in six colors of the rainbow.  The white sheets were soft.  The two of them could ignore that it was someone else’s bed and be quite happy there.

Rory waited until Mia slipped inside the covers, first, though.  They pulled each other toward themselves and cuddled, Rory’s hard cock and Mia’s soft breasts holding the center.

“Hi,” said Mia.

“Hi,” said Rory.

“Finally alone.”

“It’s nice.”

“No Conor to make jokes, no Lyla to try to steal you from me.”  Her hands roamed, as did his.  They both found something to play with, as well as each other’s ass.  It was warm under the covers.  A good warm.

“I’ve been waiting to hold you like this,” he told her, making sure he had her eyes.  “I mean, I know we’ve… held each other, making out… but…”

“Naked?  About to fuck?” she joked.

“Well, sure, but,” he laughed but blushed, “I just mean… close.  Nothing between us.  No parents in the other room.  Just you and me.”

“Yeah, you and me… and the Kraken!”  She pulled on his cock.

“I don’t think I smell like the Krakengard, anymore,” he acknowledged.

“But the good way.  Not as much as after your game, but it affects me.”  She drew her nose along his shoulder, then snapped her teeth at his ear.  “You are so sexy.  I can’t wait to feel you inside me, again.”

“Mmm, baby.  I can’t believe what’s happened today,” he moaned.

“Lost the V Card.  Why were you so slow in getting to this point?  I don’t mean…!” she backpedaled.  “I mean, you do it when you’re ready.  Of course.  I know.  I just mean, why haven’t you been more like a tiger with me?  You had a couple girlfriends last year.  You knew I wasn’t a virgin, right?”

“Actually, I didn’t know that until we’d been going out for a week,” he admitted.  “I just haven’t tried to rip your clothes off.  I didn’t want you to think I was a creep.  And we haven’t had too many chances like this, so…”

“So, you took it easy.”  She considered this and held him to her.

“It’s not like I’d heard anything about you and asked you out because of it, you know,” he said.  “I really like you, Mia.  I do.”

“You like me naked?”

“I love you naked.”  He kissed her.  “But I don’t want us to just be this, either.  I know I don’t have a car, and won’t even get my license until after the winter, but I hope we can do something together every night.  Something fun.”

“Homecoming is coming up.  You haven’t asked me, yet,” she reminded him.

“I hope the answer is a given,” he pretend-worried.  “I just have to come up with something creative, and public so you can post a picture.”

“And I meant that, before, about having people know we’re together.  I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Other girls to know? or guys?  Earlier, you said Upperclassmen,” he remembered.

She considered her answer.  “A part of me… wants the jerks I dated to know I’m better off now that I found someone I like, instead of just a Junior with a car who chose me to go for a ride with him.”  She took a breath.  “I went out with guys last year because of cars and… ‘Oh, boy! I’m dating a Junior!’ and I was so stupid.  That’s how I… well, you know.”

“Don’t show off, then, okay?” he asked of her.  “Forget them.  If that’s all those guys wanted…  Just… be with me.  They’ll all see us.  Let’s have fun, like you said.  For a long time.”

“You really like me that much, huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, I do.  That’s why I worried a little bit about us in there,” he motioned to Lyla’s room, “with the playing around with Lyla and Conor.”

“Don’t worry about that.  Sex is fun.  And you know we’re both fifteen; no one’s gonna get married here, or anything,” she said with a bite of reality.  “I don’t know if it will, but if anything happens like this again, you’re not gonna lose me.”

The two launched into a make-out session that only raised the temperature under the covers, so those got pushed aside.  His hand found her pussy.  “I love your little bush, the landing strip.”

“You’ve never seen my bikini.  Wish we’d started going out over the summer.”

“You know, each club gets to sign up for a splash party every year,” he told her as she pulled his cock closer to her, their hands smacking each other.

“We better sign up for Ski Club soon, then.”  She shifted him over.  “But I may be wet enough, now.”

He pulled his finger from inside her and tasted it.  “I’ll say you are.”  He shifted a little more and wound up between her legs.

“Do you really want to do a double-date with my sister and Scott?” he asked, finding her lips, again.

“Could be fun,” she smiled through their kiss.  “Do you really want to fuck your sister, like Conor says?”

“Oh, you know it!” he laughed.

He ran his cock up her slit, and did it again, and did it again.  “That feels nice, but if that’s all you want to do…” she warned.

He took ahold of his cock and played with the head at her entrance, dipping it in, a devilish smile on his face.  “No, no, no,” she sang, but this time started closing her legs, squishing him up and out.  “Come on… had to go to a lot of trouble to get that thing back from Silke.  Put it on.”

Rory barely held back a sigh and pushed himself up, reaching over onto Tori’s nightstand for his foil packet.  He’d had enough experience with these, first being brave enough to buy a box just-in-case in 8th Grade, going through one to try it on and make sure he figured them out — which way they roll on, and wound up letting Conor try on the next two.  He kept one in his wallet, but the packet got torn and the rubber dried out.  He and Conor used the other two on each other after it became clear they weren’t getting laid.  The ones they bought were “ribbed for her pleasure,” but Conor liked how they felt, too.

Rory put his condom on quickly to get back to his girl.  Even though this was now his third time — he really didn’t count his times with Conor — he was still a little nervous, but his desire made up for that.  She opened her legs and let him settle back in.  He addressed his cock back on her entrance.

He lay down upon her, his chest on her breasts.  She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he entered her.  She drew in her breath sharply, taking some of his before she could pull her face away.  For a brief moment, he worried that he’d hurt her, but her kissing him again put his fear to rest.  He’d only gotten about half-way with the condom on, and had to pull back and push in twice more to get all the way inside her.

Rory…”

Mia… my… god, I want…” he tried while breathing around her mouth.

She moved her hands down to his ass and let him raise up on his elbows.  He took the freedom to start a better pace of thrusting, following the patting on his butt.  A slow all-the-way-in, a slow almost-all-the-way out.

The thrill inside him of what he was doing was still shocking his system, but he wasn’t as concerned about how quick he might be this time.  After all, this would be his fourth cum of the day, he would have to work at it a little bit more to reach that point.  But probably not too much more.  Not with the beauty underneath him.

Yeah, give it to me, baby…

It’s all yours.”  Not a great comeback, but he tried.  “I wish I didn’t have to use this thing.  You felt amazing before.”

“I like your cock better bare, too, but I don’t want to get ‘fat.’”

“I know.”

Mia could feel some of the lube from the Conor-fuck still in place between Rory’s buns.  Her left hand took a good hold of half of him, and her right sent a finger inside him as deep as she could get it.

Rory’s yelp surprised even Mia, and she was the one that caused it.  “Did that hurt?”

“No, I just didn’t expect it!” he half-laughed.  He started fucking, again, but didn’t drive as deep, letting his butt stay up, a bit.

“You like it?”  She let her finger dip in and out.

“There’s a nice spot, but I don’t know if you can get it.”

“Rory, are you really bi?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’ve only been with Conor?” she inquired.  “That really was hot to watch.”

“Only fucked Conor.  There was this one other kid we played with.  He’s in 8th, now, but that was just…”

“Middle school stuff?”  She pulled her finger out and wiped the lube off on his butt cheek as she could.

“Yeah.”

She gave him a signal and started to roll.  He figured out that she wanted to be on top.  They made it happen without disturbing the bedding too much.  She made sure the condom was secure and let herself slide down on his pole.

Oh, yes… I do like your cock, Rory…

He gladly fondled her breasts while she bounced on him.  “You and Lyla?”

“You saw we know how to make each other feel good.”   She fell forward to him and began rocking his cock faster and faster.  “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you, though.”

Rory took ahold of her waist and made sure she didn’t slow down.

“Could you do any others?  Is there anyone you like?” she asked, getting breathless.  “You said you thought Johnny Walker was cute, like I did…”

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

That wasn’t a denial, she knew.

“Come on, baby, all the way down on me.  Let me feel those titties…”

She lay fully on him, and he took over the rhythm, holding her steady and began slamming her pussy from below — a move he had no idea about until that moment, but it made so much sense.  It caught Mia by surprise and she began to cum.  “Oh my… oh Rory… I’m cumming again… I’m cumming… I’m…”  Her words turned into a squeal.

Still in control, Rory didn’t let up, and kept her body moving even while she shook and convulsed.  She wasn’t gushing juices like she had before, though.

Rory?  Rory?” she half-pleaded.  “I can’t br…”

He gave her a break and slowed, and she started breathing, again.  She dug into the pillow and wrapped her arms around his neck, still twitching below.  He held her, but still gave her slow strokes; he just couldn’t stop.

He rolled her over, taking over top position, again.  He found a comfortable position on his knees and raising one of her legs, her left foot by his cheek.  Seeing her little landing strip as he fucked her made him happy, like an arrow telling him ‘fuck me here.’

It felt like his condom was getting dry, or wasn’t as lubed as it used to be.  And she might be a little sore — she wouldn’t let him lick her pussy after she fucked Lyla.  Or she was drying up a little — did that happen to girls?  Maybe it was because of the condom, or was it him?  He needed to cum, though.  This was their time.

Mia was coming back around.  “That’s it, Rory… fuck me…  Fuck me, Rory…

I love fuckin’ you…”  He had to do something; the condom was starting to bunch.

What he should have done was pull out and find a bottle of lube in Lyla’s sister’s drawer — she was the one with all the toys, so there must be something like more lube in her room.  She probably even had flavored lube, or the warming kind.  Or maybe she even had a spare condom in her nightstand drawer.  There were good options.  He should have put some lube on his condom or even on Mia’s labia or both.  Then they both could finish.

But he didn’t.

What he did do was pull out of Mia, tear the condom off completely, and work his cock back inside her pussy.  Without the condom, his cock went in easily, and Mia’s pussy reacted.

Suddenly, it felt better.  Fucking felt better.  Everything felt better.

“Ohhh!” Mia moaned.  “Rory, are you…?”  It felt so different, he had to be, she knew.  But she started rocking with his thrusts.  “Oh, that feels so much better…”  So much so, that she became steadily wetter, again.

Rory picked up the pace.  “Oh, Mia, I had to.  I had to.  I have to fuck you…”  The wetter she became, the faster he slammed into her.

Oh, yes, Rory, fuck me… fuck me, Rory… yesyesyes…!”  She wrapped her legs back around him, locking him in place.

She focused her eyes.  Rory was smiling down on her.  She wanted him to cum, finish it.

“Rory?”

“Huh?”

Do you really want to fuck your sister?

The question hit him unexpectedly.  Hit him hard.  He started slamming into Mia’s pussy.

“I so want to fuck my sister…”

You want to fuck her blond pussy, huh?”

“Oh, god…!”  Now he was captive.  He could do nothing more than slam into her pussy.  And he felt the end was near.  That familiar tickle in his balls was happening.  “Mia… Mia, I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum, Mia…”  He knew this, but he couldn’t stop.

Rory… oh, you feel… I’m… I’m… my god I’m cumming… I’m cum…!”  Mia’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.  It looked like she was screaming, but… and then, half-way through, with a new breath, the squeal came leaking out of her, rising in pitch and volume, as her legs shook and her body quivered.  “Oh, fffffuck!

“Mia, let me go…”

Cum in me, Rory.  It’s okay, I want to feel it again.  Cum in me…

He took his girl at her word.  She’d given him permission, right?  Part of his brain knew he shouldn’t, he knew it was just the passion talking, he knew it was only going to cause trouble, but the other part of his brain said, “Cumming feels so good!” and Rory shot inside his girl, again.  As his fourth cum of the day, it was surely a smaller load than he’d shot in and on her before, and less than he’d shot at Conor’s belly, and even if what he’d shot into the condom inside Lyla was lesser, it felt huge.  But whatever he was shooting inside his girlfriend now, it was just as potent.  But he couldn’t stop himself.

Together, they collapsed, and slowly Mia relaxed and released Rory from her legs.  He shifted and fell to her side, and they breathed regularly, again.

Their blood was racing, their skin was glowing, but their thoughts were all over the map.

* * *

Rory made his way back into Lyla’s bedroom while Mia went to the washroom.  He slapped at what he thought was Conor’s foot snarled in Lyla’s sheets, but that made Costa pick his head up.

“What’s up, man?” Costa greeted Rory.

Rory had to, once again, figure this out.  But with Lyla laying on her back with her arms wide and her breasts on full display, that was a little difficult.  “I’ll… I’ll be right back.”  He went out and then down the stairs.

Conor was with Silke, sitting on the couch, her head in his lap.  She wasn’t sucking him, just relaxing while he stroked her platinum hair.  “Hey, Ror.  You’ll never believe what happened.”

“I can guess…”

“No, you’ll get it wrong.  Lyla’s ‘Dare’ card said to blindfold her and put something in her hand to figure out what it was.  And she knew I was gonna put my cock in her hand, so I had to do something different.  So I snuck down and got Costa and put his cock in her hand.  And then Lyla wanted to fuck Costa, and I came down here and fucked Silke — or Silky, now!  And it was great!  I didn’t have to use the condom with her, man!  It was so fucking fantastic!”

Rory nodded.  “Cool.  We, uh… we’ve got Soccer practice.  You gotta find your clothes.”

“Oh, yeah.”  Conor excused himself from Silke’s head, and both boys went upstairs to get dressed.

Mia was there.

“Hey, Mia!” Conor greeted her.  “You’ll never guess what happened!”

“I kind of figured it out,” she said, chucking him on the shoulder. 

They picked out their clothing and got dressed.

“You gonna walk back with us, or hang out here, yet, with Lyla?” Rory asked her.

Mia just wrapped her arms around Rory.  He held onto her as tightly.

“What do you think of ‘Chloe’? or ‘Quinn’?” she said to his ear.

“Maybe we’ll be lucky.  How long until we find out?” he asked.  He was shivering.  Maybe the thermostat went back on auto.

“I’m due soon.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“We’ll see.”  She picked her head up.  She looked him over and went about fixing his collar, pulling his shirt straight, and fixing his hair.

“Hey,” he said, finding her eyes.

“What?”  She was fairly composed.  A soft look to her face, but no tears.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

“It was my fault, too.”

Rory considered that, but didn’t nod.  Instead, he got down on one knee in front of her.  “Mia, I have to ask your something.  Will you go to Homecoming with me?” He got a smile out of her, at least.

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The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 2

The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #1 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

“I’ll spin for you, then, Conor.”  Mia spun the spinner and picked up the card.  “You got Truth.  Hmmm.  ‘Who was your first kiss or who do you want to be your first kiss?’  Let’s see…  He’s a virgin, right?” Mia whispered to Rory.  Rory just nodded.  “I’ll keep it simple… Would you rather marry your first kiss or the person you lost your virginity to?”

“Spinner says you have to ‘yell your answer out a nearby window,’” Rory added.

Conor roused himself sitting.  “That’s an easy one.”  He got to his knees and tried to push open the window, but couldn’t get it.  He stood, unlocked the latch and pushed the window up.  There was a screen in his way, but still he shouted out, “I want to kiss the girl who’s gonna take my virginity!”

Lyla was a little shocked that he was standing naked in her window, screaming into the drizzle about wanting to lose his virginity, but couldn’t deny the cuteness of it.  She couldn’t deny the cuteness of his ass, either.  But she prayed none of her neighbors were home.

Conor collapsed onto the carpet, again, then reached up and pulled the window shut.  “Gonna get cold, all naked and stuff.”

Lyla went to him and gave him the kiss he asked for.  “You know you’re going to fuck me, right?”

“I am?” he asked, still a little dazed.  “I hope so.  I didn’t want to do that Price Is Right shit for nothing!”

Mia took her turn.  She wanted a good card.  She’d forced Conor’s turn just to get to her turn, so she wanted a good card.  The spinney-thing landed on Dare.  She took her card.  “‘Set a timer for 30 seconds.  Act out your favorite movie without using any words.  See if anyone can guess!’”  She threw the card down.  “Fuck thirty seconds…” she mumbled.  “I’m gonna need some help doing this one.”

Mia grabbed Rory and pushed him to the carpet.  “So, I have to guess which movie…” he started, but she shut him up with a lip-lock.

“Favorite porno, right?” Conor figured.  There was no answer as Mia dragged Rory’s shirt off.  A navy long-sleeve pullover, it got caught on his wrists and he was flopping his hands over his head to try and dislodge them.

“The one where the brother and sister have to share a hotel room and wind up fucking?” Conor asked.  “That’s his favorite porno,” he mentioned to Lyla.

Rory pulled one hand free from his sleeve and flipped Conor off.  Then he got about freeing the other hand and working on Mia’s shirt.

“Hmmm.  The one where the brother with the Batman tattoo fucks his sister after she, like, begs him to fuck her?” Conor tried again, taking the card to heart.

Rory flipped him off, again.  Mia’s top came off, pulling her hair in different ways.  She had to stop making out with Rory to get the shirt over her head, and took the time to straighten her hair, a bit.

“Um, Taboo 2?” Conor asked.  Then he explained to Lyla, “Guy fucks his sister and his mom in that one.”

“It’s supposed to be her favorite porno, not his,” Lyla shook her head as Rory worked on removing Mia’s bra.

“Girls watch porn?” Conor asked her, surprised.

Lyla rolled her eyes at him, then pulled off her own shirt.

Rory looked at Mia’s bra-clad breasts as she sat on top of him.  He’d gotten the latch undone with her help, and now the pink-and-white bra was going to come off.  She held it at her breasts and then let it fall forward.

Rory melted.  His hands went up, as if pulled by a string, but he couldn’t touch them, yet.  He had to just see them.  They weren’t huge, but like apples.  Big apples, like HoneyCrisp.  Her nipples were a nice, dark red, like her lips, and the areola had a thin ring at its edge.  Like a target.  Oh, yes.  A target.  His hands finished their journey and held her breasts on their outside, and he sat up to suck in her left tit, worshipping her as she deserved.

“Hey, remember the other day?  When you told me ‘she has a blond pussy’?  Which one were you talking about?  Your sister or your mom?” Conor couldn’t help but tease his friend.

Rory wanted his friend to shut the fuck up.  He actually removed his hands from Mia, and flipped Conor off with both hands, this time, with an extra two shakes for emphasis.

Lyla now sat in front of Conor only in her bra and panties.  “Hey!  Leave them alone.”

He turned to look at Lyla, his nerves clearly on display as his cock wavered between rock-hard and wanting to hide.

“You want to see a blond pussy?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered immediately.

Lyla pulled off her panties.  “Here’s your blond pussy.” 

Conor was transfixed, staring at her golden curlies. 

“Conor?  Conor?”

“Hm?”

“Lick this blond pussy?”

“This is the happiest day of my life…”  Conor finally broke his stare and dove to Lyla’s pussy, yet still hesitated.  “I don’t know if I’ll…”

“Don’t worry.  No one’s as good as Mia, but I’ll get you there.”  Lyla pulled at Conor’s black hair until his tongue met her labia.

Mia was running her fingers through Rory’s blond hair, too.  “Hey.  Come up here.”

Rory reluctantly pulled himself off of Mia’s breast and pushed himself up to kiss her, though the feeling of her wet nipples on his bare chest made up for some of the loss.

“No one’s as good as Mia?” Rory recounted what he’d just heard.

“Hey, I’m a good friend, too.”  Her hand massaged his cock through his jeans.  “I want this cock, Rory.”

“You’re so bossy,” he snickered.

“You’ve got my blood racing, ever since your last home game.  I don’t want you to take it slow, anymore.”  She popped his jeans button and pulled his zipper down.  “You don’t want to go slow, anymore, do you?”

“No.  No way.”  He tried opening her pants, too, though the backs of their hands were getting in each other’s way.  “I just…  I haven’t…”

“Haven’t done this before?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s okay.”

“Have you?”

Mia weighed her answer.  “Yeah.  One time.  I mean, one guy, a couple times.  Three times, but…  Does it matter?”

Rory thought on it.  “No.  It might be good, even.  You know what to do.”  Mia was about to answer that when… “I mean, I know what to do.  I mean — I know.  And I’ve watched videos, of course.  It’s just different when you’re right here, when we’re right here…”

Rory interrupted himself and got to his knees.  He undid Mia’s pants, grasped the sides of her waist, and pulled them down — with her help, lifting her behind for him.  He had a little trouble getting them off, they were pulling inside-out past her knees.  He fixed that, and pulled from her feet, instead, until they were off.

He gazed from her pink-and-white striped panties on down her shapely legs.  She had nice legs, as he’d seen daily in PE.  He took ahold of her little purple anklet socks and thwipped them off, too.  She smiled at the effort, and put her feet to his chest, trying to grasp his nipple with her toes.  He grabbed her feet and stopped her.  He wasn’t ticklish there, it was just instinct.  Her feet were soft, and she had cute little toes — no weird big toe.  He ran his thumbs along the inside bottoms of her toes and she did pull back, obviously a little tickle spot.

“Hey, you know the rules,” she said, and pointed at him with her chin.

Rory thought first she meant something about the game that they weren’t really playing anymore, but teenage logic knew she meant his pants.  He let go of her feet and shoved down his jeans, had to slide onto his butt to finish the job and yank them off, pulling his socks off at the same time.

“Those are cool,” she nodded at his boxers, which had thin blue, white, and black horizontal stripes.  “We kind of match, today.  Stripe day.”

He moved back to her, to hold her.  It interrupted the stripping process, but he needed to hold her.  Those nice, nice tits needed him, again.

While they kissed, Rory could hear Lyla directing Conor in how best to lick her pussy.  He glanced over.  Well, now he’d seen Lyla’s pussy before he’d seen Mia’s.  He liked to, sure, it’s just that everything was going out-of-order.

“You’ll get there soon,” Mia murmured.

“With you, though.  Right?” Rory made sure.

Mia laughed.  “Yes.”  She sucked on his neck, marking him as ‘hers,’ but closer to the shoulder, below the collar line.  “I can smell you, again.”

“I’m sorry.  My Krakengard must be wearing off.”

“No, that’s good.  Like I said, I like the way you smell.  You’re nervous, perspiring a little,” she said, then licked him down to his nipple, her hand massaging his cock through his boxers.  “Stand up.”

They disengaged, and Rory stood.  The others took note.  Mia sat up and took ahold of Rory’s waistband.  She gave him the eye.  “Are you ready?”  He nodded.  “Then — release the Kraken!

Rory and Conor both laughed.  Rory looked to his friend.  “A girl who knows Clash of the Titans!  I’ve got to keep her, now!”

Mia pulled his boxers out and down, dropping them at his knees.  She wanted to pull them off him completely, but she became transfixed by his cock.  “Now this… is a nice cock…” 

Rory relaxed a little, hearing that.

Mia’s hands wrapped around it.  She pushed her fingers through his pubes.  “They’re blond.  I’ve never seen a blond cock.”

Lyla cleared her throat and pointed at herself.

“Yeah, I know you have a blond pussy, but I’ve never seen a blond cock.  I thought it’d be darker.”  She looked up at Rory’s eyes, his eyebrows.  And back at the cock in her hand.  “It’s the color of honey…”

“Find out if it tastes that way.  C’mon, catch up!” Lyla said.

Rory shuffled a bit until his boxers were off, and he kicked them aside so he could stand open for her as she took him inside her mouth.  The heat and slickness of her tongue against the flesh of his cock made his spine turn to jelly, and he had to put his hands to her shoulders so he didn’t fall over.  “Mia!  Oh, my god…”

Mia had taken Rory in as far as she could on her bobs.  He was a decent size; he would make her happy.  She pulled off and drew her tongue down his shaft to his balls, where her hand had been finding out how full they were.

When Rory opened his eyes, there was nothing to see but Mia’s hair as she pleasured him. He took a look at the other two and noticed that Lyla had removed her bra.  She had some nice tits, too, he saw.  A little bigger than Mia’s, with really light pink nips that almost blended with her skin.  Lyla caught him looking and smiled at him.  He smiled back, noticing she was watching his cock get licked.  She sent him a little kiss through the air.  Rory blushed, and silently pointed to his heart and then Mia’s head.  Lyla nodded.

That didn’t stop him from looking at her pussy again, though, when Conor moved his head away from it.

Mia worked the little strip of skin under Rory’s crown.  She knew she was getting to him, feeling him shift his weight, trying to adjust her speed.  She was going to try a finger in his ass when she heard and saw Conor climbing up Lyla’s body to attack her breasts.  Lyla was going to direct them onto her bed, she knew.

She pulled off of Rory’s cock.  His face looked stricken when he looked down at her.  She sat away and pulled off her pink-and-white striped panties, not waiting for Rory to do it for her.  “I need you now,” she breathed.  She could have taken Rory’s blowjob to term, she could have swallowed his cum, she could have made him lick her pussy.  And then she could have fucked him.  But she had an attack of pride.  She didn’t want Conor to lose his virginity before Rory did.  And for that to happen, she had to act now.

Rory might have cum all over Mia right then, just hearing her say those words.  True, he was that close to cumming.  But the new distraction of seeing Mia’s pussy made his eyes glaze over, and gave him just a little recovery time.

He had been right.  Mia’s pubes were thick.  A thick, dark rug of tight curls.  And Conor was right, as well.  She did shave it into a landing strip.  A thin, thick, vertical rectangle from her cleft on up, the rest of her area clean.  His knees gave out and he hit the floor between Mia’s spread legs with a wooden thud loud enough to alert Silke and Costa that they were missing out.  “Conor, we were right…” he said softly, hypnotized.

It was loud enough — both the thud and his statement — for Conor to break concentration on Lyla’s tits and look over.  “Wow, that is cute…”

Rory knew he was supposed to go down and lick Mia’s cute pussy as the next step in the sex dance.  He got down to his elbows when Mia grabbed his shoulders.  “No, I mean it.  I want you now.”  She pulled him up and along her so that his cock was in the right place.  She reached down and took ahold of it so there would be no mistaking she meant that he was to fuck her now.

“What about the…” Rory asked.

“In a bit,” Mia rushed him.

Rory helped her line him up.  “Okay… okay…” he whispered nervously.  Excited, but still nervous.  She let go of his cock and held his waist, pulling him forward, pulling him inside her.  His heart was pounding.  He was sure Mia could hear it.  Conor and Lyla could probably hear it, too, he figured.  He glanced over at them to see if they were going to say anything about how loud his heartbeat was.  Of course, they couldn’t hear it, but they were watching him, watching his cock sink into Mia’s pussy.

Rory exhaled out loud, unaware he was even holding his breath, and fell onto his hands over Mia.  He looked right into her eyes as he continued to push inside her.  There was only a little resistance as her lips folded in with him.  He didn’t want to fix her, but backed up and pushed in again two or three times until all her wetness was spread over her lips and his cock.  Then he sailed all the way in.

He slid in faster than intended and made Mia’s eyes bug.  “Sorry!” he told her eyes.

Mia wrapped her arms around him in a flash, pulling him in tightly to her.  “No, that feels great!  Oh, I’m going to love your cock!”

“I already love your pussy,” he told her neck as he lay his head in her shoulder and started a second thrust.  “You’re so wet…”

“I’ve been wet for you since gym, this morning,” she breathed as she bit his ear.  Then she glanced aside, seeing Lyla and Conor still watching them, his cock still hovering near, but not inside, her pussy.  She’d been successful — her Rory lost his virginity first.

But the sight of Mia and Rory only made Conor more excited.  Lyla lay on the bed in front of him, her legs hanging off the side.  He dragged his cock up and down her wet pussy, about to plunge in.

“Gonna wrap that up first?” Lyla asked him quietly, or at least more quietly than the loud whimpering from both Mia and Rory.

“Please…” Conor begged.  “Let me put it in bare, just for a bit.  Just to feel how it really is.  Then I’ll put one on.”

“You better not cum in me,” Lyla warned, but with a smile, looking longingly at the hard curve of his cock.

“I already came, so… I’ll be a good boy,” Conor promised.

“Alright, Superboy.  Impress me.”

Conor glowed with her using the nickname, and pushed inside her pussy in one shot, and went about proving he was the Boy of Steel.

Down on the carpet, Rory wasn’t going to last much longer.  “Mia… Mia, I’m sorry.  I can’t…  It feels too…”

Mia was about to tell him that it was okay, that it was just their first attempt, and she knew she’d brought him to the edge with her blowjob, when Rory blasted his cum inside her.

Oh, god!  Fuck!

Mia realized it and pushed back on him.  He pulled out of her quickly — he knew it was happening, too; he just couldn’t move when he shot the first two times.  As soon as he was out, his cock continued firing — shots making it to her tits, and then down her belly, and then into her pubes.

Rory sat up on his heels, holding his cock, letting the cum dribbles pool on his fingers, catching his breath.  He and Mia both looked at each other, knowing what happened.

“Mia, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay,” she said, wiping cum in her pubes away from her entrance.  “It’s okay.”  What else was she going to say?  She was the one who rushed them, pulled him into her without protection.  She knew he was close when she did it.  But it felt so damn good!  She wanted to push the worry away, and get them back into some romance and some more hot sex soon!

“I… I should’ve… we’ve got two and I… I should’ve…”  Rory wasn’t letting himself off the hook.

“We’ll be fine.  I’m sure.  But from here on out, use one.  We don’t need to tempt fate,” she advised.  She sat up.  “Come here.”  She pulled him against her and they kissed away their worry.

Whether or not Lyla and Conor had paid any attention to the drama on the floor, Lyla knew when to call it on Conor’s sampling of bareback.  “Okay, big boy, let’s…”

“Just a little more, just a little longer,” Conor begged, fucking her hard from a standing position, slamming his cock into her pussy.

“Hey!” Lyla nearly shouted and pulled away on the bed.  Conor’s cock was hanging free, but the action was enough to get him cumming.  He grasped his cock, but didn’t even need to jerk it.  Cum shot out in a near-perfect parabola from his cock to her tits.  Seven shots made it onto her body before Conor backed away, leaning against the window, still holding his cock, showing it to the neighbors.  “If I tell you to pull out, Conor, you pull out.  Get me?  Or I’m gonna go find Costa.”

“No, don’t do that,” Conor pleaded.  He was going to argue that he had it under control, he was just about to pull out, it just felt too good…  But he did the smart thing.  “You’re right.  I’m sorry.”

Lyla nodded, satisfied with his answer.  “You’re just lucky I like seeing boys cum.  That was a nice arc.”

Conor, forgiven, grew a wide grin.  “We could do the math, but… just know it was inspired by your beauty.”

Rory looked up at Conor, and Conor met his eyes.  Both smiled, and then gave a little nod.  They’d entered a new world.

Rory turned back to Mia, but he had never stopped caressing her breasts.  “So, was that like your favorite porno?”

“I…  No.  Whatever card I drew, I was going to make it be about fucking you,” Mia admitted.  “Now, if we’d have filmed it, then it could be my favorite porno.”

“Oh, we could have filmed you,” Lyla realized, eavesdropping.

“What about us?  It was my first time, too,” Conor said, back to snuggling.

“Ah, spinney-thing didn’t say to take a picture, so…” Rory shrugged off.

“What did the spinney-thing say?  I didn’t even look,” Mia asked.

Rory leaned over to the board.  “You were supposed to find someone who isn’t playing to come watch.  This time, we could have called down to Costa or Silke.”

“Eh, you lose a point, then,” Lyla shook her finger at Mia.

“We never played for points.”

“Yeah… that’s why we’d steal other girls’ cards if they didn’t want to do them.  It’s in the rules,” Lyla reminded her.

“Yeah?” Conor laughed.  “Hey, gimme Costa’s card!”  Lyla flipped it to him and he pretended to try and jerk his cock like a short-armed T-Rex, hopping about the room in frustration, getting genuine laughs from the others.  “Extra point for me!  I’m winning!”

“What was Silke’s?” Rory asked.  Lyla found it on the bed and handed it to him.  “Oh, yeah.  We decided this one was ‘have you ever eaten a pussy.’”  He looked to Mia.  “May I?”

“Um, I need to clean up a little,” she said, referring to his cum.

“I’m not worried.”

Mia looked at him with a funny smile.  “Okay…”  She stood up and went to the bed, though.  “But I need to lie down, Lyla.  You have a nice carpet, but I’m gonna get rug burn.”  Lyla shifted and made some room for her so that both had half the bed via the long side.  She was nice and gave Mia one of her pillows, too.

Rory helped her find position with her pussy at the edge of the bed, then finally took his time to examine the pussy he’d longed to see, running his fingers up and through her labia, inside her tunnel, and finding her clitoris.

“I thought you said you were a virgin,” Mia purred from beyond.

“I’ve done some stuff,” he answered, “but just never, you know, fucked.”

“A girl, anyway,” Conor editorialized from Lyla’s breasts.

Reallllly…?” wondered Lyla.  “You two?  How?  When?  Do tell!”

Conor looked to Rory for permission, but Rory’s face was hidden inside Mia’s thighs, doing things with his tongue that his fingers could not.  He didn’t have any experience with eating a girl’s pussy, but he knew from videos what he had to do.  And if he had his way, he’d become an expert for Mia.

“That was 8th Grade.  Neither of us had a girlfriend, yet.  There were a couple neighborhood girls we played with and saw their boobs, but, you know, kid stuff, we never fucked.”  He shifted so that Lyla could start stroking his cock in their limited space.  “But we practiced safe-sex with each other.”

“Yeah, saw that,” Lyla recalled.

“So, one sleep-over, we tried it to see what it was supposed to feel like.”  Conor sucked on Lyla’s tit some more.  “He fucked me, and I fucked him.”  So long as he could keep sucking those tits, he’d tell her anything.

“What did you think?” Lyla asked.

“Um… compared to what we just did?” Conor considered.  “Huge difference!”

Rory took a quick look up, interrupting his flicking of Mia’s clit, “Huge…”

Mia asked from inside her little groans, “And does this still happen?”

“No.”  Conor looked like he wanted to say more, but shut his mouth.

“That would be so hot to see…” Lyla hinted.

That would be fuckin’ hot…” Mia agreed, her hands in Rory’s hair.  “Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…”  her left hand flew out and met Lyla’s thigh.  She gripped it so tightly, fingernails digging into Lyla’s skin, Lyla tried to pull her friend’s hand off, but only succeeded in moving it upward.  Mia needed to hold something and found the crease at Lyla’s groin.  “Oh, Rory… You’re making… I’m gonna cum… I’m cumming… I’m…”  Her hand moved and found her friend’s pubes and she immediately rubbed her hand until she found her cleft, and her hand joined Conor’s at Lyla’s clit.

Mia went into convulsions, her stomach contracting, her toes spreading, her thighs locking Rory’s head in place as she shook.  “Oh, f….  Rory! … Rory, oh, fuck…

She took her time calming down.  Lyla and Conor could not look away.

“Rory…” Mia groaned when she released him.  “You are so my boyfriend…”

Rory took to wiping his chin.  “Think I got most of it out?”

“I don’t know,” Mia said, still recovering.  “That huge dick of yours shot in me pretty deep…”

Rory figured she was being generous, but he liked hearing it.

“But if you do that for me every time, you can cum in me all you want…”

He knew she didn’t mean that.  “I liked doing that for you.  Can I do that every day?”

Mia sat up.  “I am never getting rid of you!”

Rory climbed onto the bed to hold his girl.  “Mmm.  You’re warm.”  Mia looked like she was going to answer, but just kissed her boy.

Now, all four of them shared the bed, with their feet hanging off.  Conor’s back was being edged into the headboard.  “Hey, did we finish playing?  It’s Rory’s turn.”

“I just went,” it sounded like he said.

“That was Silke’s card.”  Conor left the bed and fixed his spine.  He reached down and drew a Dare card.  “Here… ‘Bend over and sing a song.’”

“That’s not a card,” Rory mumbled from Mia’s mouth.

“It is,” confirmed Lyla.  “Don’t even have to make that one dirty, because you know what we want to see.”

Rory pulled his face away to confront Lyla.  “The spinney-thing says that’s an ‘everyone does this.’”

“I didn’t spin it,” Conor said, confused.  He looked at the spinner.  It was still on the last one.

“But that’s what it says,” Rory demanded.

“Wait, if everyone…”  Conor put it together.  “Oh.  But… how do girls…?”

Lyla met Mia’s eyes.  “She has a toy,” Mia said.

“But it’s Rory’s card, first,” Lyla reminded them.

Rory kissed Mia a final time, and stood off the bed.  His look at Conor said I hate you, but he got to his knees.

Conor opened a condom and rolled it on his cock.  He looked at Rory’s butthole.  “This has some lube on it, but do you have anything like baby oil or something?” he asked Lyla.

Lyla was on the other side of the bed, holding her toy in one hand, and a small bottle of lube in the other.

“Where’d you get that?!” Conor asked.

“Spencer’s at the mall.  With my sister, Tori,” Lyla answered.  She laid down a small towel, then came around to Conor and squirted a little lube on Rory’s posterior.  Rory immediately flinched at the sensation.

“Tori has so much of that stuff,” Mia shook her head in wonder, taking position on the foot of the bed with her legs spread open to Lyla.  Lyla did the same at the headboard toward Mia.

Conor spread the lube on Rory’s asshole.  “You ready down there?”

“Fuck you,” Rory responded, but he didn’t try to escape.

“Uh, I think you’ve got that backwards, ol’ pal.”  Conor addressed his cock on Rory’s hole and pressed forward.

“Oh, shit…!” Rory grunted.  Then he remembered the card as Conor began to push himself inside his friend.  “My country ’tis of THEEEEEE!

The girls laughed as they moved closer together, putting their legs behind each other’s.  “Ready?” Lyla asked, holding out the double-sided dildo.

Sweet LAND of… LIB!… erty…

“Not yet,” Mia waved her down.  “I have to see this.  This is hot!”  Both girls wound up with one hand on a breast and the other on their pussy, watching their naked boys fuck each other.

Conor was doing what he had to do, sliding in and out of his friend’s ass, but took care not to hurt him too much.

Of thee I sing…”  Rory breathed and relaxed, but…. “Okay, that’s enough.  Your turn.”  Conor pulled out and Rory lurched at the feeling.  He stood and watched the masturbating girls.  “And you two, get doing what you’re going to do.”

Conor got onto his knees, pointed towards the girls.  “Do me this way.  I want to see them.”

Lyla lubed up her dildo and gave the bottle to Rory.  Rory gave Conor’s asshole a squirt and tossed the bottle back.  While he put on a condom, he and Conor watched the girls work the toy inside both of them.

Rory found position and gave his friend some of his own medicine.

Oh, fuck me!” Conor bleated.

“I am…” Rory snickered.

Conor got about the dare.  “Camptown… la-DEES! … sing this song…

Doo-dah!  Doo-dah!”  The girls couldn’t help it.

“It’s easier fuckin’ than getting fucked,” Rory told the girls.

“I guess so,” Mia said.  Neither girl had yet tried anal.

Camp TOWN… race track FIVE… miles long…

Oh, the doo-dah day!

Conor seemed to be enjoying the experience a little more than Rory did, however.  “Gonna run all night, gonna run all DAY!  Bet my money on… I forget the words… ‘cause Rory’s fuckin’ my ass…

Rory let that be the end of it.  He slipped out of his friend and helped him up.  “You okay?”

“Yeah…”

The two boys then stood there watching their girls go at it.  Mia and Lyla had pulled in closer, nearly rubbing their pussies together, the toy nearly invisible between them.  Each held both the other’s hands as they push-and-pulled against the blue toy, breathing quite loudly.

“I don’t think this is their first time, either,” Rory said, stating the obvious.

Conor pulled off his condom.  He reached behind himself and lubed up his hand then got about stroking his cock for all he was worth.  “Fuck…”

Lyla had put a little distance between their two pussies, taking ahold of their toy between them and jogging it back and forth, giving it a faster and deeper fucking motion than either of them could force.  Mia moaned loudly — neither of the girls could use actual words this time, just breathing and moaning.

Rory wanted to be a part of it.  He pulled off his condom, too, and put himself against the bed and offered Mia his cock.  She sensed him there, rather than saw him, and took his cock in hand.  She took him inside and bobbed several times, but let him out with a big exhale.

“Want to, but can’t breathe,” she kind of explained.  Rory understood.  He reached down towards Mia’s pussy, where her own hand was flicking her clit.  He didn’t want to get in the way, he just wanted to touch her.  He held his fingers like an airplane — thumb and pinky wings, index finger coming in for a landing on her landing strip.  He even made the noise of its motor.  He pushed through her soft pubes until he hit her finger on her clit.  She didn’t let him take over so he did a puddle jump off her runway and landed on Lyla’s pussy.  Lyla’s eyes shot open with the touch, but she smiled at him, took his finger, and made him circle her clit.  Then she roughly dragged his airplane through her curls and brought his whole hand to her breast.

Rory glanced back at Mia.  Did she notice?  Was he allowed?  They were all playing comfortably naked, but he was Mia’s boyfriend.  Was this wrong?  Still, he’d wanted to touch Lyla’s body since he’d seen her nude.  He couldn’t help that about himself — he was a guy.  He gave Lyla’s nipple a last caress and backed away.

He decided to go the Conor route and steal some lube from his own ass and stroke while he watched.

Conor then tried to offer his cock to Lyla, but with one taste, she pushed him away.  “Too much lube.”

The boys shrugged and beat off while noting Mia sit up and twist a little, making Lyla do the same.  She took ahold of Lyla’s bent leg and pulled it toward her, gaining enough room to smash their pussies together, and rubbed back-and-forth furiously.  Lyla did the same with Mia’s leg but soon let go and fell back, screaming her breath out, and began convulsing into her orgasm.  The onset of Lyla cumming, feeling Lyla shake and hearing her scream, made Mia cascade into her own convulsions.  The girls’ legs and feet kicked out with each spasm until they subsided into whole-body twitches — shoulders, then hips, shoulders again, legs…

It was too much for the boys.  With the lube helping them not sandpaper their skin off, they tugged on their weapons until their pelvises began to waver.

Rory looked at Mia.  So beautiful lying there, glistening in her perspiration, her breathing calming down but still making her stomach undulate, her red nipples rolling as her breasts rose and fell.  He was going to cum on her tits, but couldn’t do it, couldn’t destroy that image.

“Conor?”

“What?”

Rory turned and aimed his cock at his friend.  “Ahh!  Take that, motherfucker!”  Rory launched his cum salvo at Conor’s chest and belly.

The cum hitting him woke Conor up and triggered his own cum.  He shot his ammo right back at Rory.  “You son of a bitch!”

On the bed, the girls tried to laugh but were still attempting to breathe regularly.  Still, they couldn’t take their eyes off the white tracer bullets flying across their vision.

“I’m not a motherfucker!” Conor muttered, pushing his pelvis out to get more distance as his last shots came out.

“And my mom’s not a bitch,” Rory spat, doing the same, flicking his remaining shots, but barely hitting his target.

“No, she’s hot.  I want to be aYourmotherfucker!” Conor laughed, just holding his cock.

“And I…  I got nothin’.”  Rory collapsed onto the bed next to Mia’s head, trying not to fall off as best he could, laughing.

Mia rolled a bit to give him room and took ahold of his cock.  “Now, let me.”  She went down on him to clean him up.  Then she pulled him along as she moved up to lick the cum off of him.  Rory petted her hair and she looked up at him, both realizing at that point that the cum was Conor’s.  Rory shrugged one shoulder, and Mia finished licking him clean.

Lyla saw the two of them and pulled Conor to her, intent on cleaning up Rory’s cum, and then Conor’s cock since the lube was rubbed away.  When both girls released them and relaxed, Rory reached down and offered to help them dislodge their toy.  Both girls shifted as he did so, getting any last stimulation as it left them.

Rory held it up.  It was translucent blue, and ridged and bumpy, a little different on either side, depending on what Lyla — and occasionally Mia, he assumed — wanted to feel.  He looked to Mia, his eyes asking a question.  He flipped the toy around so that the ‘Lyla’ end was pointing at his mouth.  Mia silently cocked her head in a ‘give it a try’ motion.

Rory put the toy in his mouth and sucked the taste of Lyla off of it.  Well, it was pussy-flavored, he thought, and different from Mia’s but not altogether different.  Still, he gazed at Lyla’s pussy as he sucked on it.  He didn’t really know if he should want to eat Lyla’s pussy, but this was the next-best thing to it, he supposed.

He pulled it from his mouth with a smack, taking everything with it off of each ridge.  He held it out to Conor?  “Taste?”

“Fuck yeah!”  Conor put the Mia end in his mouth.  “Mmm, yeah… Mia… Mia, I want to fuck you, too…”

Rory gave him a sharp look.

“I mean, you know… of course, I want to… but… whether… you know.  You know.”  The toy wobbled in the air as he spoke, and he handed it back to Lyla.  She set it aside.

“God, I love that I have two naked guys just hanging out in my room,” Lyla said out loud, staring at Rory, but keeping an eye on Conor.  “Guys’ bodies are just so… and I just want to touch them all, everywhere…”  She pulled Conor back down and let her hands roam.

Rory went back and lay next to Mia, too.  The four of them just relaxed there, unwound, comfortable being naked.

Still, Rory whispered something in Mia’s ear, and she quietly responded, “Not yet.  It needs to recover.”

“I’m gettin’ hungry.  No, I’m lying.  I am hungry,” Conor said, stirring, not wanting to fall asleep.  “Think I can sneak down to get my lunch bag?”

“Don’t need to sneak.  Costa’s seen you naked, and Silke’s fine with nudity, you know that,” Rory said.  “Put on your underwear if you don’t want to scare her.”

“Yeah.”  Conor was going to put on his boxers when he saw the gameboard.  “Wait, it’s Lyla’s turn to end the round.”

“Fine,” she said.  It was her game.  “But if it’s Dare, got to give me some time.”

Conor spun the spinney-thing.  Truth.  He took a card for her.  “‘Which of your friends has the cutest brother?’  So… hottest brother?  Whose brother do you want to fuck?”

Lyla gave it little thought.  “Easy.  Johnny Walker’s brother, Scott.  He’s got a bod…”

“My sister’s going out with him,” Rory said to the air.  “He’s over all the time, unless Fiona’s over at his place.  And I know him from Soccer.  Well, he’s varsity, but…”

“Johnny’s cute, too,” Mia noted.

Lyla shared her perspective.  “Oh, yeah, he is…”

Rory gave Mia a funny look.

“Oh, come on, the subject is cute guys…” Mia complained.

“I know he is,” he let Mia off the hook.

“I can’t believe his folks named their kid Johnny.  Is he Blue or Red label?” Conor snickered.

Mia looked at the boys quizzically.

“Johnnie Walker is booze.  Scotch or whiskey or something,” Rory half-explained.  “Probably what his folks were drinking when they conceived him,” he laughed.

“There’s a boy named Courvoisier in my Health class,” Lyla thought out loud.

“Case in point!” Conor said.  He tossed his boxers back on the pile and headed out to find food, naked.

Lyla wondered, “So, Rory, have you seen Scott naked?”

Rory answered guardedly.  “In the showers, after we do an away game at the same place, yeah…”

“Is he big?” Lyla continued her pursuit.

“Well, I haven’t seen him hard or jerking off, and I haven’t seen him fucking my sister.  Oh, wait, Conor’s not here.”  Rory put down that line of Conor’s questioning, anyway.  “But… yeah.  Johnny, too.”

Lyla was in dreamland.  “I’ll bet…”

Mia came up with, “They look good together, your sister and Scott.  We should go on a double-date, and we can share that… prestige… of being a couple everyone wants to be…”

“We are that,” Rory said, kissing her.

“I know.  I just want to show it off.  Let the upperclassmen know I’m taken by a hunky guy.”

“I’m not hunky,” Rory admitted.  “I think I look good, but I’m not hunky.”

“You look fine,” Mia said, smoothing out his hair.

“Yeah, you do,” Lyla agreed.

Rory heard that, but got off the subject.  “Hey, let’s find a good Dare card for Conor.  It’s his turn.”

Lyla got up and picked up the deck.  “I don’t know.  There’s nothing he won’t do…”

She flipped through the cards, tossing ‘no’ and ‘meh’ cards into one pile, ‘maybe’ cards into another.  “‘Put peanut butter on your lips — or cock or tits — then lick it off,’ ‘Tell about the best — wet — dream you’ve ever had,’ ‘Blindfolded, put polish on your toenails,’” Lyla read off.

“That could be funny, and it’s already sexy,” Mia chuckled.

“‘Wear a bra on the outside of your clothing until your next turn,’ ‘Go outside and yell I believe in faeries loudly three times while clapping your hands,’…”

Conor walked in with his lunch bag, some Hostess cupcakes, and two cans of Diet Coke.  He set them down and said, “Okay!” and left the room.

It took them a second, but when they realized…  “Rory!  Stop him!” Lyla yelled.

Rory pulled himself off the bed and took off after Conor, both still quite naked, cocks flying as they ran.  He flashed Costa and Silke in the livingroom as he ran past them, turning fast into the kitchen and out the back door.

Conor was in the middle of Lyla’s yard, spinning and clapping his hands and shouting, “I do believe in faeries!  I do believe in faeries!  I do believe in faeries!  I do!  I do!  I do!”

Rory grabbed him and steadied him.  He looked up at the house and saw Lyla and Mia in the window.  He took Conor’s arm and the two naked boys walked back into the house.

“That is certainly some game…!” Silke said as the boys walked past and up the stairs.

“Good thing you know me very well,” Conor called back to her.  “If not, you do now…”

Back in the bedroom, Rory threw Conor to the rug.  “Here you go…”

“What were you thinking?” Lyla near-screamed.

“That was my dare, right?  And I did it all sexy!” he said proudly.

“I am so dead…”  Lyla crashed into her pillow.

Continued in Part 3

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