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  Con emerged from behind an ancient oak, smirking at her.

  She turned relieved to see him.

  “I was worried you’d gotten swallowed up by the forest.”

  He opened the blanket, taking out the two wine glasses nestled within. After spreading the blanket, he uncorked the wine.

  Tori sat down. The sleeveless dress she wore draped between her partially spread legs, her arms were behind her as she watched him pour, handing her one of the glasses.

  “This was a wonderful surprise, thank you,” she said, smiling up at him. He sat with her.

  “Well, this was part of the surprise,” he said. They sipped wine and watched the sun begin to set beyond the trees.

  Con looked at her a long while. He took her wineglass and put it aside with his. The two of them kissed.

  “I’m going to be your first, Tor,” Con told her. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulling it off her shoulders to reveal a lacy black bra.

  “We can’t do it here,” Tori murmured. Though she’d taken care of birth control and had done a lot of sexual exploration in the last week and a half, she still wasn’t sure she was ready to go all the way. She’d seen how big Con was – she almost couldn’t get her mouth around his shaft. The largest thing she’d ever placed inside herself was a tampon so she worried he would split her open. She knew it was irrational, but the thought still scared her nonetheless.

  “Shh,” he whispered, beginning to get undressed. She watched him quickly pull off his orange Polo and khaki shorts; the bulge in his shorts more apparent as it strained against his underwear. He gently pushed her back on the blanket, parting her thighs with his knee and gripping the band of her lacy panties.

  “You need to learn how to have sex, Tori,” he murmured to her. “It wouldn’t be right for me to let you go off to college a virgin, never knowing what it feels like to have a man on top of you. Inside you.”

  Con kissed her smooth thighs, moving slowly down to her warm wet opening. Tori closed her eyes, knowing what was going to happen and feeling she was powerless to stop it.

  

  An entranced Tori held the back of Con’s head between her spread thighs as he licked, sucked, and fingered her. She got close to the edge a few times, but he would stop just short of pushing her over. He finally stood on his knees and pushed his boxers down, just past his thighs.

  Tori’s eyes widened. She kept thinking she needed to push him off and get up and run home, but her body betrayed her rational mind. She wanted to see what he felt like.

  Con got between her thighs. His muscular body – every inch hard as stone – pressed against her smaller, slight frame. The look in his eyes was wolfish. She knew what he was about to do wasn’t solely about making sure she didn’t leave for college a virgin. He’d been grooming her for this moment. Grooming her because he knew who she was – what she was beneath the books and the excellent grades and the all night study sessions.

  Tori felt the velvet smooth turgid head she’d placed in her mouth so many times move toward her tight slit. She parted her lips to moan out, but he caught them in a deep kiss. Her breasts crushed against his massive chest as he held her arms above her head, locking his fingers into her.

  “It’ll only hurt for a minute, I promise,” he whispered, putting his lips close to her ear. Before she could object, he thrust deep, forcing her tender walls to accommodate his thickness. He bit the soft flesh of her neck, holding his cock within her for what seemed like an agonizingly long time. Tori closed her eyes, teetering between pain and pleasure, so much that she couldn’t form words. She wanted to pass out, she wanted to scream out, she’d never felt anything like what she was experiencing here, naked, in a clearing with a man on top of her rutting with her so hard she gushed onto the blanket beneath her.

  Tori came back into the moment, looking into Con’s eyes. His moans and the soft, wet push-pull of his lovemaking were the only sounds in the clearing. As she wrapped her legs around his body, she knew it was a turning point for her. The awakening began. The simmering she’d been trying to quell boiled over.

  

  Tori pulled Con deep into her body, swallowing his cock whole, much to his surprise.

  “You like the way that feels? I told you it would feel good if you relaxed,” he murmured as he stroked deep and fast inside her. Tori ran her fingernails down his back. That made him buck.

  “Damn, I’m gonna cum,” Con grunted. Tori got off on the way his cock bumped against her G-spot, so she ground against him as he emptied into her. “Uhhhhhh, uhh uhh uhhh, Tori, milk it…”

  It took almost a full minute for him to completely spend himself. His orgasm triggered hers and she held on to his member tightly until she got her own relief.

  Con decoupled from her, sliding out along with a long, thick stream of cum that landed on the already damp blanket. Tori could feel his satiny semen slowly leaking out.

  “Did you really mean all that about not wanting me to be a virgin?” she asked as he got beside her. He traced a line along her belly.

  “Yeah. I didn’t want some asshole taking advantage of your naïve nature.”

  “Naïve?” she asked, feigning offense.

  Con laughed. “You’re smart about book stuff, Tor, but when it comes to real-world situations, sometimes you come off a little too trusting.”

  “Whatever. I get the feeling you’ve been wanting to do it for a while.”

  “Of course. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you, Tor. You’re a beautiful person… and I’ve known you so long that I knew you had a freaky side you just needed a little coaxing to bring out. That first time I asked you to suck me off, I knew you would do it because you really wanted to. I didn’t bring condoms tonight because I knew when you told me not to wait for you last Thursday that you were going to get birth control. You wanted to screw me as much as I wanted you.”

  Tori rolled her eyes. “We should get back.”

  “In a minute,” he rolled back onto her, pinning her arms down again. He’d grown hard again and rubbed the tip against her. “I need you to take care of something for me first.”

  

  Tori carried the blanket back toward Con’s house. Her thighs were sore and his second hot load was seeping into her panties, but she didn’t care.

  His parents were finishing a bottle of wine and watching TV when they came in.

  “We wondered what happened to you two, where did you wander off to?” Con’s dad, Conlin Senior asked. He was more than a little tipsy and Tori wondered how many bottles of wine the couple had shared.

  “Just got a little nostalgic, Dad, we went out to the clearing,” Con said. He quickly ushered Tori up to his bedroom. The two of them laughed as though they were the only ones in on some big secret.

  Con closed his bedroom door. Tori sat on the edge of the bed. She sighed.

  “I really should get going,” she said, standing. She hadn’t realized how late it had become.

  “Ok, but can you give me a goodbye souvenir?”

  Con bent her over his dresser, pushed her dress up and pulled her soaked panties down.

  “I don’t think we should with your parents downstairs.”

  “It’s fine, they’re drunk. We’ll be real quiet,” he whispered. “Besides, it’ll help me sleep tonight.”

  Tori took hold of the edge of the dresser as Con’s naked erection entered her already tender pussy. Sore as she was though, it felt good to have him filling her again. He gripped her hips and pumped faster, trying to relieve himself as fast as he could. Tori desperately tried to muffle her crying out as she took the brunt of his passions.

  “Yeah, your pussy’s so damn wet. You’re gonna make me send you home with a nice thick fresh load in that hot snatch,” he groaned. How she enjoyed his nasty talk to her. He could tell she liked it, as she would start moving her hips as though she were fucking him. “That’s three loads in one night, you’re turning into quite the little slut. Not bad for someone wh
ose pussy had never been smashed.”

  His deep thrusts continued, pushing into her. She was yielding more easily now, but still impressively tight.

  “Tell me how bad you want my nut in you,” he demanded.

  “Oh God, I want it bad, I want it so bad. I want to feel it throb out into me,” she groaned out.

  Con’s hips thrust upward. “Here it comes, every single drop is going right inside you,” he moaned. He leaned against her arched back, pushing in as she cried out softly. He stayed within her as his member softened.

  “I’ll get you a washcloth,” he offered as he pulled out slowly. Tori picked her panties up off the floor, thinking it would be useless to put the soaked underwear back on again for the brief walk home.

  

  Con walked Tori to her house. The two of them walked slowly. Tori held her wadded panties.

  “I want you to know you’re all mine for the summer,” Con told her. “And I might have another surprise for you in the next few weeks.”

  Tori smiled. “I look forward to it.”

  END

  BOIL

  Book 2

  © 2015

  Tori held on to Conlin’s headboard as if her life depended on it. Perspiration slicked her arms. Her entire body glistened, a mix of his and her sweat.

  Con wrapped his left arm around her from behind, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper and longer. He ran his tongue along the back of her neck, ending in a kiss between her shoulder blades. She shivered and cried out. He squeezed her breasts, nuzzling his face into her thick black hair.

  “Your pussy’s so good, so good and tight,” he groaned into her ear. The thrusting was relentless, his cock driving deep into her. They’d been having sex regularly for the last three weeks. Tori knew his rhythm; how he’d try to slow himself down to draw his climax out as long as he could, how his breathing would go from steady to ragged.

  Con stiffened inside her as his body stopped rocking against hers. “You fuck like a whore, uhhhh! Uhh! Uh! Uh!” He pushed into her, releasing streams of seed. He breathed heavily on her neck, not releasing her until he was fully spent.

  Tori tightened around his still engorged member as he slowly slid from her tingling slit. Con stretched out beside her in a tangle of sweaty navy blue sheets. She lie on her stomach, turning her head to look at him.

  “Have you been with a lot of whores?” she asked, smiling. He smirked.

  “A gentleman doesn’t tell.”

  He turned on his side and gently caressed her shoulder.

  “A gentleman doesn’t make a lady suck his dick in a movie theater either,” she said. They both laughed. “How long are your parents gone?”

  “They’ll be back late tonight.”

  The last few weeks had been a sexy whirlwind of clandestine encounters in his bed, in her bed, in his car, in his basement… Tori enjoyed her newfound – newly unleashed sexuality. She never knew how good it could feel to have a man’s body pressed against her, to have him push and pull, slowly building up vigorous momentum until finally letting go. The orgasms were far more exquisite than any manual stimulation she’d given herself; deep, strong sensations that crashed over her entire body, making her ache for more – hence her never rejecting him.

  Two nights before, Con had climbed up to her bedroom window.

  “How Romeo and Juliet,” Tori said, opening the window. It was after midnight. Her mom and dad were dead asleep after a night of carousing and drinking with friends.

  Con slipped inside, hungrily kissing her mouth. He pulled her thin peach nightie up over her head and pushed her, naked, back onto the bed.

  “We have to be quiet,” she whispered desperately as he kissed her breasts, cupping them so he could suck her dark brown nipples. He slid his fingers between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit. She sucked in her breath hard. Con pushed his underwear down just far enough to let his cock spring out. He was so hard she wondered how long he’d been erect.

  Tori parted her thighs; he slid between them into her welcoming warmth.

  Con pushed in and slid the length of his member all the way out to the tip. “Shhh. Don’t scream,” he whispered huskily to her.

  “You’d better put your hand over my mouth,” she whispered back throatily. He obliged and cupped a strong hand over her mouth. The helpless feeling excited her, driving her to orgasm as his cock massaged her sweet spot.

  “Work my dick til you finish,” he encouraged. She held on to his body, barely able to contain her passionate screams as she unleashed a torrent of hot wetness on him as she shuddered.

  Endless moments passed before he finished, leaving his essence on her pink satin sheets.

  

  Con reached over to his nightstand and poured two glasses of wine. They’d just about finished the bottle, a vintage from his parents’ expensive collection, during their session.

  Tori looked at her best friend, studying the contours of his face in the darkening bedroom. “You said you had a surprise for me,” she said quietly.

  “I do. You’ll get it this weekend.”

  “What is it?”

  “If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise now will it?”

  “Oh come on, give me a hint! You know I hate surprises anyway.”

  “I think you’ll like this one.”

  “So not even a small hint?”

  “You might be a little hesitant at first, but you won’t be able to resist.”

  Tori raised her brows. Con turned over onto her, surprising her. Her breasts bounced at his sudden movement. He reached down and kissed both, moving to her midsection, down below her navel. She parted her thighs to accommodate his lips and warm, wet tongue.

  “Ohhhh!” Tori moaned, writhing into the pillows. She came on his stiff, slippery tongue as they heard his parents’ car pull into the drive. Tori shot upright in bed; scared they were about to be caught.

  Instead of getting off the bed and hurriedly getting dressed, Con pulled his body up and slid into her still throbbing slit.

  “Con. No. Your mom and dad,” she whispered, her body defying her protestations as she rocked against his gentle push-pull.

  “Shhh,” he said, not stopping. Tori’s heart beat faster, she knew any moment his mom and dad would barge into the bedroom and find their son fucking his friend. She wondered if they’d remembered to lock the door… the panic heightened the sex.

  Tori locked her knees at Con’s sides. “Oh God,” she mouthed as she heard his parents enter the house. Con pushed harder, getting close. The bed seemed to squeak louder than before, she felt as though he were going at her harder just to make it noisier. He placed a hand under her left thigh, holding it for leverage as he reached his peak.

  “I’m cumming,” he moaned. She worried he would groan out loud, instead he pushed in and throbbed another orgasm into her. Her pussy full, he pulled out slowly; his mother tapped on the door.

  “Con, honey, we’re back,” she announced.

  “Ok I’m playing a game online, I’ll be done soon.”

  “That’s fine. I just wanted you to know we were back.”

  They listened to the woman walk down the hall, away from the bedroom door.

  “Oh my God,” Tori whispered. “She almost caught us.”

  She got out of the bed, cream sliding down her right thigh. Using a corner of the bed sheet, she wiped it up and looked around for her panties, skirt and lacy tank top. Con propped his head up with his hand and watched her.

  “I should have your surprise ready this weekend. I’ll call you,” he said.

  Tori smirked. “I look forward to it.”

  

  Tori slipped out the back door as she’d done many times before when Con’s parents were home and she didn’t want them to see her looking like she’d just finished rolling around in bed with their son. She was glad her own parents were out for the night so she could simply walk inside, go up to her room and wash the sex off her body without any questions. If her mother kne
w anything, she’d been pretty good at hiding it, though her stepfather sometimes gave her long looks that she could swear were disapproving – as if he knew, but couldn’t figure out how to talk to her about it. She chalked that up to imagination. Besides, what did it matter whether she had sex? She was 18, on birth control, and set to leave for college in a month. She’d been a good girl and it was about time she explored. Like Con said, she shouldn’t go off to college with no sexual experience.

  And she loved the feeling of his hard dick inside her pushing her apart, pushing her to the brink.

  In her steam-fogged shower, hot water ran over her, slicking her hair down around her back and shoulders. She could still smell Con’s musky, masculine scent as his dried cum and sweat washed down the drain. The thought made her wet enough to slide her fingers between her pussy lips and rub until she had to reach out to steady herself against the shower wall as she came.

  After her shower, Tori dried off and pulled on a t-shirt. Less than five minutes after falling into bed, she fell into an exhausted sleep.

  

  Saturday afternoon, Con summoned Tori to his house. His parents were away for the weekend. She’d picked out a short yellow sundress to put on before practically skipping out the door of her house.

  “Hi,” Tori said when Con opened his door. He leaned and kissed her mouth deeply.

  “You’re just in time, come on down to the basement.”

  Tori walked down to the basement, chatting away until she stopped, startled. A man about their ages was sitting on the leather sofa.

  “Tor, this is Adam Collins,” Con said. She didn’t see him locking the basement door from inside and slipping the key into his jeans’ pocket.

  “Hi,” Tori said, a little more nervously than she wanted to appear.

  “Hello, Tori. It’s good to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Adam stood to shake her hand. He was as tall as Con with dark brown hair and eyes the color of wheat ale.

  “Adam’s a friend of mine. We play tennis together,” Con explained. He invited Tori to sit between them on the sofa.