Round One

Johnny had been on the road for a while travelling to different training facilities. He was looking to fight the best America had to offer, and to maybe pick up some moves he hadn’t seen before. He ended up in a MMA gym outside of St Louis. There were a bunch of the usual types there, guys who washed out of sports so they decided to beat the shit out of each other as a career plan. There were a few that looked like they were maybe worth sparring with, but none worth really fighting. After an hour he had humiliated all of the alpha dogs in the gym. 

He spent the next half hour practicing kicks on the heavy bags. His thunderous strikes scared away any other fighters who thought they could take him on. All the other fighters except for one he hadn’t noticed. “I’ll fight you” said a sake-smooth voice from behind him. Johnny was 6’4 and all muscle. He wasn’t expecting to look into the beautiful big brown eyes of a woman almost as tall as he was. She looked to be Asian and her looks temporarily threw him off. He stared dumbly while she smirked at him. “I, uh, I don’t think you actually want that…”

“Jaya. I’m Jaya and I think I can beat you” she smiled sweetly. She was wearing a traditional karate gi with a black belt, so he couldn’t see her shape. She seemed big and strong though, which only turned him on. “I’m not going to fight her though, that’s just silly” he thought. “I’m not going to fight you,” Johnny said, “that’d be silly. I’m sure you’re a great fighter but you’re a woman and none of these guys could even touch me. Jaya laughed and put her hair into a ponytail, “well we have that in common.” She took up her fighting stance. “I bet I can make you try and hit me.” Johnny wasn’t sure what was going to happen mostly because he couldn’t stop staring at how her hips filled out her gi. 

WHAP! Jaya hit Johnny with a low kick to his left thigh. All of the guys in the gym winced; some of them had obviously experienced that kick before. Johnny did not wince, but he did register that was the hardest kick he had taken today. “Look that was good but…” Whap! Whap! She kicked him two more times and then did a spinning kick to his midsection. “Goddamn” she thought, “his stomach is like a brick wall.” She found herself getting excited since she hadn’t fought a guy who could take her kicks in some time. “\Johnny put up his hands as if surrendering “damn girl you kick like a horse! But I’m still not going to fight you.” Jaya moved in quickly under his guard and gave him three hard punches where she kicked him. She apparently was trying to break a hole through his abs. “Come on feel it you ass, feel it!”

Johnny was starting to feel it, and he was starting to get annoyed. Strong as he was he did not enjoy just getting beat on. “Okay that’s about enough, lady…” She hit him with a palm strike to the face and Johnny decided to act. Before she could withdraw her arm he grabbed her intending to do a Judo style hip toss. He was successful except for the throwing her part. When he realized there was no thump he noticed that he was only holding the jacket of her gi. Jaya had slipped out of it before he could get leverage and now had his whole back to her. She punched him as hard as she could in his left kidney, and then threw the hardest roundhouse kick she had ever mustered. Johnny turned into it and caught her heel right in the teeth. He was momentarily staggered. He was also now angry and decided to take this fight seriously. He was, again, thrown off because he saw that she was only in her sports bra and pants now. Her tits were sweaty and invitingly squeezed together. “Later” Johnny thought. When he decided to fight her he also decided that he had to fuck this woman; there’s no way she could fight like this and be disappointing in bed. He was fast and rushed her before she could recover from the kick. She was off balance with her leg in the air. Johnny caught her and scooped her up over her head. Jaya had never been lifted up so easily and did not like how she expected to land. Johnny spun her over his head and drove her back first into the mat. Jaya felt all the air rush from her body and yelped in pain. Johnny thought he got the force of the slam right, not enough to hurt her but enough to take the fight out of her. 

He walked over to her and offered his hand. She was red and breathing hard; Johnny had to remind himself that he was wearing fighting shorts and getting a hard on right now would be highly indecent. His gesture was not met with equal kindness however as Jaya swept his feet knocking him to the ground. Showing off her own quickness, she scrambled over him, locking her legs around his right arm and pulling back as hard as she could, a classic armbar. It’s not strictly speaking a karate move but at this point Jaya was angry and desperate. “I’ll rip your arm out of your socket motherfucker!” Johnny felt her true strength now as she pulled his right wrist down and used her thighs to pull his shoulder in another direction. She ripped at him like a shark into a surfer. Johnny was in pain but he, again, was trying not to get turned on. He could now feel how thick and powerful her thighs were, and all he could think of was having them wrapped around him in other ways. “Focus stupid” he thought to himself. Johnny braced himself with his legs and free arm and used all his strength to curl his right arm. Jaya, and all in attendance were shocked to see Johnny overpower basically Jaya’s whole body with one arm. He grunted and lifted her whole body off of the mat with one arm, then yelled and slammed her down again.

This time she couldn’t rally, and released the hold. Jaya rolled on her side, gasping and panting. Johnny too was on his back. That really was way more of a fight than he was expecting, and he was genuinely grateful for the workout. But also he wanted to fuck her more than he had any woman. Well, any woman that week. He rolled over to face her. “Have you, have you had enough?” Jaya nodded yes. “Wanna have dinner later tonight?” She nodded again. It was the most she could move at the moment. “I’ll give you my number, but I’m just, I’m just gonna, just gonna lay here for a minute.” Johnny nodded, the exertion he had been though just hitting him “Yeah. Yeah me too.”

***

Johnny arrived at Jaya’s place at 8. He was wearing a tight blue shirt and jeans. He wore his nicest shoes just so that he didn’t look too informal. “She doesn’t seem like a high maintenance girl but I should at least look like I tried a little.” He made sure that he smelled good though, that always goes a long way. He rang the bell and as she opened the door he was hit as hard by her looks as her kicks. She wore a simple black and white blouse that hugged her chest perfectly. She too was wearing jeans, but tight ones that showed her surprisingly big butt and legs that seemed to be at least 7 feet long. He knew he was going to enjoy this. 

Jaya was as fun to talk to as she was to fight. Turns out she had been fighting since she was little and got her black belt at 18. She used to be very self conscious about being bigger than some guys but when she realized that meant that she could take care of herself if any guy tried something on her she found a well of confidence she didn’t know she had. “I was shy in high school, but when I realized I was tall, curvy, strong AND hot, it was pretty much over for the other girls at my college. The guys who weren’t intimidated were all over me, but I really wasn’t interested in most of them. I developed a kind of Red Sonja if you can beat me you could have me kind of mentality.” Jaya kinda looked off while she talked, remembering her college days. Johnny was listening, which was rare for him, but he couldn't stop staring at her legs and how they seemed to go on forever.

“So I beat you, what do I get?” She leaned over to him, “this.” She began to kiss him, slowly and forcefully. She loved how he smelled and tasted. Johnny reciprocated, sucking her tongue between his lips. She thought his lips were big and soft, he thought her tongue was long and skillful. She wasn’t wearing a bra and it showed quickly. They made out like teenagers for a long time, his hands roaming roughly over her breasts but lightly over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. They finally parted lips, gasping. “That was intense” Jaya said. “It gets better” Johnny replied. He unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand inside. She was soaked and Johnny was pleased she was into this as much as he was. He was so hard he thought his pants were going to rip. Jaya sensed his predicament and unbuttoned his jeans. Her eyes grew wide and for a brief second she panicked at the size of it. She bit his neck and ran both hands up and down his hardness. His dick was wet at the tip, and she was glad that he was as turned on as she was.

Johnny quickly found her clit and slowly rubbed it in circles. Then he put it between his index and middle finger and rubbed up and down. Jaya gasped and bit his neck even harder. It had been ages since she had been with a guy who understood the concept of foreplay. “Lick me” she gasped into his ear, “please.” Well how could he deny such a polite request? Johnny practically tore Jaya’s jeans and panties off, finally getting to what he’d been obsessed with all day. He pulled her to the edge of the couch and put her legs over his shoulders. He kissed his way up one leg and down the other, teasing her pussy but not kissing it, not yet. He lightly bit and sucked on her meaty thighs, gorging himself like he needed her thighs to live. When he was done and had left light hickeys all over her legs, he plunged into her soaked pussy, sucking up all her juices and wrapping his lips around her clit, much like he had done to her tongue. He sucked it between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. Jaya could hardly breathe it felt so good. She grabbed his head and ground her mound against his face, getting her juices all over him. He didn’t mind of course; in response he slid a finger inside her and did the “come here” motion, finding her g-spot and stroking it while he licked her. This combo attack was like nothing she had experienced, and Jaya came with a shout, locking her thighs together in a vice grip. Johnny was caught as surely as he had been earlier. Her powerful legs cut off his blood flow, and he was concerned that he might black out before she came down. Her grip loosened before darkness overtook him, and he gulped air as she caught her breath. “Sorry” she panted” that was amazing. Fuking amazing.” Johnny sat back on his heels, panting as well. “Yeah. I’m kind of the best.” 

“I’m pretty good too.” Jaya threw off her top and arched her back, letting Johnny really take in how magnificent her tits were, topped by hard pink nipples. He wanted them in his mouth but she had other plans. She pushed him onto his back and got down on top of him. She ran her nails up and down his chest, leaving long scratches. She made sure that her long, silky black hair and her nipples trailed against his chest as well. She teased him with the different sensations of pain and pleasure. She gradually pulled off his jeans and underwear, marvelling at the size of his cock. She wasted no more time though, and started to lick his shaft up and down on all sides, getting it nice and wet. She held it with her right hand and rolled his balls around in her left. They were shaved and smooth, and she wondered what they’d feel like in her mouth. Johnny’s heart skipped a beat as he felt Jaya licking and sucking his balls while still stroking him. She was very good at multitasking.

She then went on to the main course. Jaya took half his length in one fulp. She sloppily sucked half of his 12 inches filling the room with the sounds of her cocksucking. She used both hands to stroke him as she slurped up and down, going deeper with every minute. Johnny sat up on his elbows but all he could see her her inky black hair flying about as her head bobbed up and down with vigor. She kept up that pace for 10 minutes. Johnny was in heaven but he wanted more. He gently touched her face and pulled it to his, kissing her more gently before. She kissed him back, her hair falling around them like a private curtain. “Lay on me” he said. Jaya blushed, suddenly conscious of her weight, “I don’t like being on top…” Johnny stroked her cheek and said “look at me babe, I’m a real man, and you’re a little girl to me. I can take it.” Jaya thought for a second and then layed her full weight on him. Johnny loved the feeling, she was like a weighted blanket with tits. The cuddling was short lived though as Jaya slowly moved up his body and ground her pussy on his cock. She was so wet that it slid in basically on it’s own. Jaya growled like a wolf, feeling full and stretched. She rode him, slowly at first, then faster as passion overtook her.

She soon forgot all her self consciousness and rode him as hard as she fought him. Her hair and breasts jumped up and down as she fucked herself hard. Johnny grabbed her hips to try to get some control but it was useless, Her mind was somewhere else and there was no way he was going to interrupt her. She was now fucking him full force, which felt like heaven but was also quickly bringing him to an orgasm he didn’t want to happen yet. “Jaya, Jaya babe I’m going to cum!” She leaned forward and dug her nails into his chest. “Hold on, please hold on I’m… almost...AAAHHHH!!!” Jaya came hard, locking him in her thighs again and biting him hard on the shoulder. Her pussy clamped down on his dick with such force he didn’t know if he could jizz if he wanted to. After a full minute her whole body relaxed like a switch had been flipped, she reluctantly released her mount and slid down his chest until her face was even with his dick again. Without using her hands she popped his stone hard muscle into her mouth and sucked him slowly and gently. The change in sensations from when she was fucking him brought to the edge quickly. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” Jaya just moaned with him in her mouth, “mmmm hmmmm, mmm hmmm…” The moaning with the sucking pushed him over the edge and he came hard, blowing thick streams of cum into her eager mouth. Jaya swallowed dutifully, not letting a single drop spill. 

Jaya sat on her heels and looked down at Johnny’s half dead form. “I think this means I win.” Johnny tried to focus on her but his vision was blurry from the orgasm. “Oh you just wait until I regain the feeling in my legs, you’re in trouble.” Jaya giggled girlishly and sat on the couch, crossing those endless legs. “Yeah champ, you just let me know when you’re ready.” Johnny rolled on his side and crawled to Jaya’s feet. A part of her she didn’t know existed thrilled at seeing him at her knees before her. He spread her legs, again kissing her things as he pushed them nearly above her head. He just couldn’t believe how soft her skin was in contrast to how right her muscles were. He nearly folded her in half as he aimed his achingly stiff staff at her still soaked hole. He eased himself in for 3 strokes then went all in, hitting bottom. It was Jaya’s turn to search for air, as he felt like he was poking her stomach. He positioned himself right on top of her and started drilling downward, fucking her as hard and fast as she had fucked him. Jaya was dizzy; this wasn’t love making, she had never been Fucked with a capital F like this before. The sound of his hips slapping against her sounded like applause; Johnny had a look of grim determination on his face as he was determined to make this girl finally admit defeat. 

After 10 minutes of folding her he dropped her left leg and sat up. He had her right leg pointing straight in the air and used her leg as leverage to pull himself into her even harder. Jaya considered asking for mercy as the sensations were almost too much to bear until she felt every cell in her body start to boil. A full body tidal wave overtook her and she blacked out from her climax. She woke up a few minutes after, laying in Johnny’s lap. He was running his fingers through her hair and had a very satisfied grin on his face. “You ok buttercup? Thought I lost you for a minute.” She stretched lazily and looked up at him. She noticed his softening cock was near her face. “Did you get off this time?” Johnny shook his head no, “I got worried when you stopped responding'' he chuckled. “It’s ok, I think you got the point.” Jaya turned over towards him and started kissing his meat. “No that’s not fair, I want you to have fun too.” Johnny ran his hand over her hips, enjoying her curves. Her skin was pale but flawless. She was bruised in places but it was nothing she couldn’t handle, he thought. Plus some of it was probably from the fight earlier. “Here, let me up.”

Johnny stood up and took hold of Jaya’s thighs, easily pulling towards a wider part of the couch. She still couldn’t believe how easily he manhandled her and it turned her on more than she had expected. He began to ride her again, but differently than before. He lay down on her, staring her right in the eyes as he slowly slipped inside her. She wrapped her legs around his and sighed as their bodies fit together so comfortably, every part of her touching some part of him. With every thrust he pulled out almost all the way then firmly but deliberately buried himself fully into her. He then put his face into her neck, sucking sweetly while he wrapped his huge strong arms around her. She had never felt so small and safe. This was screwing she thought, and she loved it. They fucked this way for what seemed like hours. Eventually he sped up his pace to what could be called a trot. They both moaned and groaned loudly now, no longer having to announce that they were reaching their respective peaks. “Cum in me Johnny, it's ok, cum in me, please.” Johnny was too far gone to respond this time. He knew that this was going to be a violently strong orgasm. His cock swelled as her vagina contracted, driving them both towards their inevitable apex. Soon Jaya gasped and stopped breathing, Her pussy trembled around Johnny and he again started to blast into her 3, 4, 5 times. Jaya let out a short scream and began to shake and tremble full body this time. She pulled Johnny to her with her arms and legs, hoping that she could share the physical joy she felt with him. Johnny clutched her closer, pushing himself into her as far as he could go. This time it took both of them a good while to come down. 

Johnny rolled off of her, sweaty and exhausted. She rolled over too, to let him spoon her. They both fell asleep immediately. In the morning Johnny was somehow on the floor and Jaya was spread out over the couch. “Sorry” she said, “I’m a violent sleeper.” Johnny sat up, bleary eyed. “It’s ok, I could have slept on a railroad spike as spent as I was last night.” He got up to kiss her and brush some stray hairs out of her face. “So I won the fight, who won the fucking?” Jaya laughed, threw her arms around him and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. “I think we both won right? Let’s call it a draw,” Johnny kissed her back and said “let’s call it round one.”

The Good Student part 3

Two weeks later, I called Jen. I had been calling Christine every other day, but she never returned my calls. I started to get worried when Jen said she hadn’t heard from Christine either; from what Jen had told me, Christine definitely wasn’t the type to do what the three of us had done a few nights ago, and I was afraid that she was experiencing some severe regrets. I wanted to do something to rectify the situation, but I really didn’t know where to start.

That night as I sat in my apartment pondering this very subject, my phone rang, and it was Christine. She had one of those voices that made everything better. Her voice reached down into my soul and extinguished all of the anxiety I had ever had about anything. She had a voice that could sooth a rabid dog, calm a rampaging elephant. I didn’t stand a chance. She didn’t have much to say. "Don’t talk," she began, "if you are serious about wanting to see me again, pick me up tomorrow night at 8. We are going out. If you agree, say yes." I was a bit taken aback by her directness, but as the theme of this month already seemed to be “John Dominated by Asian Girls,” I quickly answered "yes." She said "Good. Dress like an adult. You’re taking me to Nova Terra. If you ever, EVER want to experience what you experienced two weeks ago again, you’re going to have to show me that you can treat me like a lady. I say this because, despite my first impression, that is what I am. Is that clear?" Again, I acquiesced. "I’ll be there at 8." As she hung up on me, I pondered this new turn of events; it seemed she wanted a date, a real romantic date. I spent the next 24 hours planning ways to romance the shit out of her.

***

I showed up at her dorm on Livingston promptly at 8 pm in my big Black Mustang, and opened the door for her. She looked absolutely ravishing in a gold and white dress with matching white heels that appeared to be Monolos and a white Chanel bag. This girl really knew how to dress--a trait that I appreciated. She smiled as I held the door for her, "I see you got my point, thank you sir.” As she went to sit down, she noticed the dozen roses on the passenger seat and picked them up. I closed the door and ran around to my side, thanking God that she looked before plopping her ass down on the big bundle of thorns sitting there. That would have been decidedly un-romantic. I got in and gunned the engine; horsepower impresses everyone, men and women. She fidgeted a little from the vibration, "The flowers are nice, if a little generic. At least they’re fresh." I could tell she wasn’t grading tonight on a curve, I’d have to be on my "A" game if I ever planned to get in her pants again. "So," I started, "what made you decide to give me a chance?" She gazed out the window and said, "I was a little ashamed of what I did with you and Jen; like I said, I really am not that kind of girl. But I have come to the decision that that kind of girl is inside of me somewhere, and you brought her out of me. And I liked it." As she said the last part, she looked at me and smiled a small smile, which made me feel all warm inside, like when you have the first shot of whiskey for the evening. "Who you saw that night was not me, not really. I usually am very picky about who I date, and I decided that you have to win me, earn the chance to be with me on a regular basis. You see what some of the perks are to being with me. I am not usually so forward, but I think the time to be coy has passed. You made the effort to call, so I think you have shown that you may be serious about wanting to see me. I had to know for sure."

As she spoke I was pleased to see she was starting to blush. "Yes, I did want to see you. I wanted to see you that night and the next morning and every minute between then and now." I was gushing, definitely not my usual style; the cool, smooth seducer I usually am, was nowhere to be found. I found myself surprisingly emotionally naked before this woman. Fortunately, we pulled up to Nova Terra before I could embarrass myself further.

The valet opened Christine’s door and gave her a look that sparked a rarely felt emotion in me: jealousy. Sure, people stare at the women I date, they’re all model quality, but I usually don’t care. But that night, for some reason, I felt this powerful urge to not have him staring at my girl. I shot the valet a look that inferred a swift and blindingly painful demise if he even thought about looking at my date that way again. I had a lot of those looks; they come in handy when one is a superhero. He got my meaning immediately, and shuffled off to park my car. I ran over and opened the door for Christine, "Sorry, I just had to take care of something." She looked at me and giggled, “Yeah, I saw that. Try not to murder the bartender if he looks at me funny, OK?"

She was right; I was coming off like a hyper-testosteroned 16 year-old football jock protecting his cheerleader girlfriend. But damn, she looked fine tonight. Christine held my arm as I ordered a table for two, and we went to the bar to wait. I ordered a Malibu Bay Breeze for her (when ordering for women, you can’t go wrong with a Bay Breeze or vodka/cran) and a gin and tonic for myself. "How did you know I like Bay Breezes?" she asked. "I don’t know, lucky guess. So I didn’t mention it yet, but you look absolutely gorgeous." She took a sip of her drink and replied "First of all, thank you, and second of all, if I’m so gorgeous, why haven’t you noticed me before? Two weeks ago wasn’t the first time we had met you know." “That can’t be right,” I thought. I studied her face and searched my memory. Slowly my mind found several images of her from my past : When Jen first caught my eye, Christine was right next to her. And she was also a physical therapist for the football team! I had seen her lots of times at practice, why had I never noticed before?

“Oh my god, you’re one of the team trainers aren’t you?” She nodded and took another sip of her drink. "For the last three years, I’ve even worked on you from time to time, even though you never seemed to get hurt. In fact, I don’t think I even once…" "Oh look, our table is ready," I interrupted. I tried to fake injuries every now and then in order to hide my secret identity, but the physical therapists would definitely be able to know for sure whether I was hurt or not. In any case, I thought it a good idea to cover up a lie with some well-timed but damaging truth. I stalled for time, pulling out her chair for her, and looking over the menus. Eventually I said, "To be honest, I never noticed you; you weren’t my type of girl." I quickly added, "You aren’t a slut, and you have class. Most of my time here, I have been chasing the easy girls, the shallow girls, the ones who I absolutely know that I can sleep with without a problem. But you were not and are not that type of girl. I knew just from glancing at you that you were intelligent, that you had class, and that you carried yourself with a certain amount of respect. I was not used to girls like you, and I had no idea how to even approach a girl… woman such as yourself.”

Her eyes perked up a little and she said with a smile, "So what you’re saying is that I was too good for you?" Relieved that I had lessened the tension, I said "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve never been with a respectable woman before, and I had no idea how to even begin to try and romance one." I guess that was an acceptable answer, because Christine visibly relaxed, but then quickly looked me right in the eye and said "Do you know how to romance a respectable woman now?" To be honest, it was a question I had been asking myself since yesterday. Her large brown eyes transfixed me. They were amazingly elegant and alluring, shining with strength and intelligence; I couldn’t bullshit this woman if my life was on the line. I didn’t want her to know that I doubted myself though, so with all of the fake confidence I could muster, I said "That’s for you to decide, now isn’t it? But I think the answer will be yes."

***

Dinner went uneventfully, and we both seemed to enjoy the conversation. Turns out that she isn’t a certified physical therapist yet, but that’s what her eventual goal is. Right now she’s just doing what she can to get experience for when she applies to grad school.

The more we talked, the more beautiful she became. I gave her all of the signs that I was paying attention, being a good listener is very important to women, but all the time I was cursing myself for not noticing her sooner. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how wonderful it could be to have an actual real conversation with a girl for the purpose of learning information, and not just to talk her into having sex with me. I was learning that a woman could actually be more than a sex object. Look, I’m a 20 year-old male, don’t judge me--it takes most guys decades to figure out that women are good for more than just sex.

I did all of the gentlemanly things: I ordered for her, I didn’t eat like a huge ravenous monster, I put my napkin in my lap, kept my elbows off of the table, in short, I tried to show her that I wasn’t raised by wild pigs. It seemed to impress her, because I am certain that she noticed. I don’t think that I used the right fork for my salad, but I don’t think she was grading that closely… I hope.
When we were finished eating, they cleared a space for dancing and started to play some salsa. "Oh," I said, "do you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer, I dragged her to the dance floor." “But Johnny, I don’t know how to salsa, I’m really not that great a dancer." "It’s OK babe," I said, "just follow my lead."
I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me. I guided Christine across the floor effortlessly; she wasn’t as bad as she said she was. Either that, or she was an incredibly fast learner. When I spun her, she spun, when I dipped her, she dipped. I had never achieved such synergy with someone the first time dancing such a complicated dance. She was light on her feet and very comfortable in her own skin. After a few songs she started to anticipate where I was going, and our bodies moved as one. The more we danced, little beads of sweat began to form on her chest and trickle down her breasts; an incredibly erotic sight. In fact, the whole thing was turning me on a lot considering that her ass wasn't grinding against my crotch like most of the stripper wanna-be's I danced with. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling, she was concentrating too hard on keeping up with me. She looked like she was having fun, and the closer we became the more I would touch her. It was the most subtle seduction I had ever attempted.

A caress there, a brush here, and every now and then my hand would graze her breast or drift across her stomach, lingering every so briefly on her curvaceous hips. To my surprise, I noticed that it actually seemed to be working. By bits and degrees she seemed to be getting turned on. Christine's breath came faster and faster, and it wasn’t from the dancing. Who knew that not being an overbearing jerk could actually win you a woman; more importantly, who knew I had the ability to not be an overbearing jerk? This girl was teaching me more about myself in one night than I had learned in the last year. As I was lost in revelry, I hadn’t noticed that my body was on auto-pilot, and was running Christine ragged. I gathered her up and took her back to the bar. "I’m sorry," I said, “I get kind of carried away when I’m dancing. You are great by the way, you really underestimate yourself." I ordered her water, which she drank immediately. "I don’t know, I felt like you were doing all of the work."
"Oh, I was" I said, " when I dance with someone less experienced than me, I lead as much as possible as a reflex. When you learn more steps, I’ll be an afterthought. You’ll be the star of the dance floor, you know, assuming that we have a second date." She dabbed some sweat off of her head, around her neck, and then down her chest. I couldn’t help but stare every bit of the way. "Well, right now it’s looking like a distinct possibility. I’ve never danced like that before, and I want to do it again, after I’ve had some time to practice. I just wanna say thank you Johnny, I really like having new experiences like this." She hugged my arm and nuzzled against me like she always wanted to be right were she was right now; eliciting a strange emotional response from me something akin to what I’ve heard called "Love?" "Hm? What did you say?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. Hey why don’t we get out of here, I know somewhere we can go." We went to the door where my car was waiting. I quickly inspected it for scratches, and just for fun, shot the attendant yet another glance that I’m certain brought him to the edge of complete pants-wetting.. I looked at Christine to find that she was suppressing a smirk. “You like it when I scare people, don’t you?” She straightened her face out and lied “No, that is wrong, and you should stop... eventually..”

The valet attempted to open the door for her, but I looked him off and opened the door myself. This time I definitely saw her giggle. We took off down rt 18, speeding all the way. I didn’t have to worry about cops because my best friend Melissa radar-proofed my Mustang. Christine didn’t know that but she was surprisingly calm as I aggressively wove through the ever-present traffic in East Brunswick. "I hope the way I drive doesn’t bother you", I said full well knowing that I wanted to see how she’d take my driving, “I tend to speed." She reclined leisurely in my comfortable leather seat crossing her deliciously golden and toned legs, "No, actually I like it. It’s relaxing and exciting at the same time, like being in an action movie. Besides, I trust you." She likes the way I drive! I was giddy; very few girls could stand the way I drove when I drove the way I wanted to. The concept of a woman “trusting” me was quite foreign; I had no idea what a woman meant when she said she trusted a guy. I’d have to ask Melissa about that tomorrow. "Where are we going anyway? It’s the middle of the night and all the bars are closed. We already ate so we can’t be going to a diner." I could tell that all of the Bay Breezes were starting to kick in as her face took on a nice rosy red flush. She took her heels off and put her feet on my dashboard. Hm, cute toes.

"We are going to the beach.”

"Really", she said, "but it’s the middle of the night. People don’t go to the beach at night."

"Exactly."

Twenty minutes later we were walking in the sand at Long Branch Beach. I carried her so that 1. she didn’t have to put her heels back on and 2. the alcohol really started hitting her on the way down and she was having trouble walking on sand. I sat us down on one of the dunes next to the water, and she sat in my lap. I held her close as we gazed out into the deep blue darkness of the Atlantic Ocean at night, and we just talked. We talked about everything; school, physical therapy (her job), sports (my job), money, our families, our past, our future… everything. I had never been on a date that lasted this long where I wasn’t having sex with the girl by now, and I did not care. Apparently there are types of gratifying intercourse other than sexual. I had never felt so relaxed and at ease in my life, and the feeling seemed to be mutual as I looked down and noticed she had fallen asleep in my lap like a little kitten. As I ran my fingers through her jet-black hair, I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, to mark it down in permanent ink in my consciousness. It is moments like these that sustain me when life is literally exploding around me and everything is chaos and pain. These quiet times with people who really mean something to me, this is the meaning of life. Right now, my existence was summed up in this dream of a woman who slept like an Angel in my lap. I thought maybe 5 minutes had passed, but when I opened my eyes again the sun was up.

"Christine, Chris wake up, we fell asleep." She slowly came to and looked at the sun coming up over the waves. "Mmmm it’s beautiful." “Come on honey, it’s time to go home." I gathered her up again and carried her back to the car. She looked like a little Asian angel in my passenger seat, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off of her and focus on the road. When we got back to Livingston I gently nudged her awake. “Chris babe, you’re home.” I walked her to her door and suddenly realized that I was not automatically invited in. She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said, “Johnny, I had a wonderful night. You are hereby invited to call me later today for a second date.” She smiled a smile brighter than the rapidly rising sun. “OK, that’s cool. But do I get a good night, er, good morning kiss?”

Her answer was not with words, but with the slowest, most seductive, gentle, kiss I had ever had, or have had since. It was deceptive, for somewhere in her kiss there was a hint of the Tiger I had experienced two weeks ago. I can’t imagine that was an accident, I think maybe she wanted to remind me what my reward for good behavior could be. "Good night Johnny.” I watched her as she walked up the stairs inside until she was out of sight. I focused on her walk; she had been out all night, I danced her ragged, then we slept on the beach, and she still managed to walk like a supermodel; in heels no less. I took a deep breath and headed back to my car, her kiss leaving me more hung-over than any vodka ever could. Her scent lingered in my car, and every time I inhaled thoughts of her filled my head yet again. That’s how my first lesson in dating a respectable girl went. I decided that if all of my lessons were going to be like this, then I would be her best student from now on.

Making Adjustments part 2

Lee Smith was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was one of the few stock brokers on Wall Street who wasn’t universally hated for robbing the general public of their money. On the contrary, he had seen the writing on the wall early, and cleaned up his act way before his colleagues did. When the mobs came and guillotined his co-workers in Times Square, Lee found himself looking like one of the good guys. He had cut ties to Bernie Madoff way before Madoff dragged himself and everyone around down with him. Lee was good at seeing the train coming down the tracks, and he was always smart enough to get out of the way. This was one of the traits he tried to instill most in his son Gunnar. He loved his son, but Gunnar was woefully unprepared for what he couldn’t see coming. He never handled change well, and the unexpected usually took him completely by surprise.

Consequently, he knew very well that his son and his son’s dancing partner were going to have troubles this year. He knew that Shaylbeigh, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, was developing, and that there was nothing she could do about it, it was simply the effects of the passage of time. He also knew that his son, who was generally very intelligent, would be caught completely off guard by Shayl’s development. He also recognized that this would cause friction, tension, and dissension in his camp. Having once been a horny young man himself, he was pretty sure he knew where all of this would leave. So when he waited for the night when Gunnar and Shayl to have a late practice, he knew that the night he was waiting for had come.

“You didn’t expect the two of you to get better without your stalwart coach’s leadership did you?” Lee looked at his team and smiled, while undoing his tie. Shayl and Gunnar, on the other hand, could not have been more mortified. They were both stark naked and on display in front of their Coach (and Father!) This was worse than being caught, because there was no way to possibly cover themselves. What was even stranger was how cavalierly their Coach seemed to be responding to the situation. Gunnar stammered and stuttered his embarrassment to his father, “Dad, what are you, I can’t… this isn’t…” Shaylbeigh, for her part, couldn’t have cared less. They were obviously caught, and she wasn’t about to let a little exposure harsh her buzz. She was still riding the tiny waves of pleasure that her orgasm had produced, and thought it best to sit back and enjoy herself.

“Bon jour Couch Smith. Gunnar and I thought that putting in some extra time together would help improve our performance. And your son is an excellent performer.” She smiled a lustily satisfied smile and stroked the inside of her coaches thigh. Gunnar’s penis had retreated like a French soldier in the face of his shame, but Shaylbeigh was far from being done. The tiny reverberations of pleasure seemed to trigger more more yearnings between her legs, and she figured if she had already gone and fucked her partner, why stop here? The only person she trusted more in the world was her Coach.

“You’re right, it was so rude of us to not include you. Can I make it up to you now?” Lee had his shirt off and was reaching to undo his pants. He had been painfully erect for the last 20 minutes, watching his son fuck his protege, and it was high time he had some relief. “Oh yes Shayl, you can.” His cocked leapt from his pants and landed with a *plop* on her nose. Shayl craned her head backwards and sucked as much of his cock down her throat as she could. She wasn’t nearly the sex kitten that she portrayed to the media, but she found that she was quite the fast learner when it came to cock-sucking. She sat up on her elbows so that she could take more of him into her mouth, and worked her head back and forth. Lee had plenty of blow-jobs in his life, but this amateur was working like a professional. Luckily for him she never learned how to use her hands, so he was definitely getting the hands-free head he had always dreamed of. Shayl’s nipples were extra-hard again, and Lee found himself salivating at the sight of her delicious pussy.

“Hey boy, make yourself useful and eat our little Shayl’s pussy? You should know by now to never let a girls clit go unattended.” Gunnar had never heard his father talk like this. Then again, he had never seen his dad get a blowjob from his ice dancing partner before, so this was just a day full of firsts for him. Eventually his mind came around to the same conclusion that Shaybeigh’s did, and he bent forward on the bench and sank his tongue as far into his partner’s juices as he could. Shaylbeigh jumped and nearly hurt herself; she was in an incredibly awkward position. Her neck and back were strained backwards, her throat full of dick, and her entire weight rested on her ass as she wrapped her legs around Gunnar’s head. If she wasn’t used to be twisted around so much she might have been uncomfortable. She was also enjoying the fact that she was getting pleased at both ends, but it did occur to her that there were better ways of doing this. She carefully extracted the many inches of penis from her throat and said “For a Coach you are not doing a very bad job of directing.” Lee got the point and said “You’re right, there are more comfortable places we could be doing this. You two throw something on and follow me.”

The trio went up the elevator to the executive offices of the practice rink. Because of Lee’s donations it was overly posh for a practice rink office, but this is exactly the reason Lee had the place upgraded. He dropped his pants again, and Shayl beamed at the sight of his 10 inch rod. She had her silky robe on again, but now was wearing nothing but her heels. Gunnar was behind her, holding her hand. She performed a slow striptease for them and then took charge of the situation once again. “Now, do my two big strong men want to make me happy tonight? Go sit on opposite ends of the couch.” The Smiths did as she said and sat naked on each side of the couch. The voice screaming in his head that it was very wrong for him to have a threesome with his Father and his Partner was quickly drowned out by the even more impressive longing his cock had to return to Shayl’s pussy. Everything Gunnar had trained himself to be at this point in his life rebelled against the way Shayl had total control now over his body and mind… and he just didn’t care. He did still feel weird that he was sitting but a few feet away from his naked father, but Shayl solved that problem quickly.

“Now tonight, and if we ever do this again, you both understand that I am the one who makes the rules, and you are the ones who obey them yes?” The Smith men nodded their heads childishly, like kids who are anxiously behaving in order to get an extra cookie after dinner. “Good”, Shayl said, and an evil smile planted itself firmly on her lips. She wound up her body like a snake, hypnotically, then just as quickly she raised her left foot high in the air and brought it down on Gunnar’s left shoulder. It hurt more than he could ever think she could hurt him, but he was to embarrassed to show his discomfort. A bruise soon appeared where her foot was, but he did not care. All he cared about at this point was the wet tantalizing flesh that awaited him at the top of her thigh.

“Gunnar my sweet, you will eat me and eat me and eat me until and after I gush all over your face. And since it would be rude to ruin this nice couch, I want you to make sure you swallow every bit of my cum, yes? Treat it as precious and do not let it hit the ground.” Again, Gunnar weakly nodded his head. He was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening, when Shayl just as quickly brought her foot back to her body, gracefully posing on one platformed heel. She made a point to drag her heel across his shoulder, leaving a slowly burgeoning rivulet of blood where her Jimmy Choo had been. She then turned her attention to the elder Smith and said “As for you, Coach, you are going to let me suck that big cock of yours and you will cum in my mouth. While I’m doing so you will gently pull and tug at my hard nipples, do you understand?”

Lee smiled broadly and said “Well look who’s giving the orders now. I never would have thought you’d grow into your body this way, not when I met you as a panicked lil girl with stagefright. Oh, and I don’t get any ‘punctuation’ to my orders? If my son can take it surely I can.” Shay inwardly bristled at the reminder of how scared she had been to perform when Lee first took her as a student. Again in a flash, she raised her right leg and planted it right on his chest, slightly impaling him and immediately drawing blood. “All I require from you is a yes or a no.” Lee smiled again and said “That’s more like it. Yes, I will do whatever you say.”

Shayl withdrew her foot, again, slowly and gracefully, with the aura of sudden violence still hanging in the air. “Good. Well, let’s begin then.” She crawled into Lee’s lap and swallowed down his meat with little effort, using her hands only to gain leverage to swallow more of his cock deeper into her throat. She arched her back as much as she could, and her perfect bubble butt was exposed fully to Gunnar’s face. He wasted no time in lapping at her lips like a cat laps up milk. He was surprised by his own eagerness, especially considering the pain in his shoulder. He nearly sucked her entire vagina into his mouth, then let it go. Once he had cleaned her sex of it’s moisture, he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it rapidly with his tongue. Shayl nearly gagged on Lee’s dick, not because of how far down her throat it was, but because of the ridiculously powerful sensations Gunnar was producing. She re-focused herself and sucked hard on Lee’s penis. She wanted to know everything about him by the pulse she felt with her tongue. She assaulted his cock-head with her lips and tongue. She felt impatient and she wanted to show her Coach how she wasn’t that scared little girl anymore. This whole situation had her so hot she wanted to make him cum harder than he ever had before.

For Lee’s part, she was succeeding. She had heard so much complaining form her female friends about how they hated to give head, but she did not share that sentiment. Maybe it was the guys they were with, maybe she was just some sort of sex-crazed freak; in the end it didn’t matter. It was her mouth and she’d put it where she wanted. The first blast was the greatest she would ever experience. Lee, being older, had hid the fact that he was going to come, and unloaded a bucket of sperm into her throat. She choked and pull back, putting her in perfect position for the facial Lee so badly wanted to give her. By, facial, he meant her face, hair, tits, and any other exposed skin he could cover. Lee was glad he kept himself in shape, his sperm count was as healthy as ever. Meanwhile, Gunnar felt her shudder as if she’d been electrocuted, and a wave of cum hit his face as hard as it had it Shayl’s. He struggled to swallow everything that came at him, but it was pointless. In the end, both Shaylbeigh and Gunnar looked spent, and Lee stood over them, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I’m 45 years old, and I outlasted two teenagers? That’s why you two have been sucking out there lately, you’re out of shape!” The two would have protested if they both weren’t ridiculously spent from their sexual exertion. “What do I always tell you two?”

Even in their erotic stupor, Shaylbeigh and Gunnar answered in unison “Push yourself hard, as hard as you can until you find your limit, then go further.” Lee smiled again “Well, I see you have been paying attention. Now I’m going to push you both harder than ever before, unless you want to give up and go home. You don’t look like you could handle another go round Shaylbeigh.” Now, if Shaylbeigh had one weakness, it was that she was easily bated. It was very easy to get her angry, and she took everything as a personal challenge. As tingly and warm as she felt now, she felt something even more motivating than the prospect of another orgasm; physically besting her coach.

“Do you think I’m done. I’ve exhausted your son, and you think you can do better? Come here!” Shayl got up and pushed Lee down on the couch… well more Lee allowed himself to be pushed down on the couch, given that he was approximately twice her size. She literally jumped on his lap and started to rotate her hands around his stubbornly hard cock. “You have always had a superior attitude Coach Lee, I’m going to love making you beg me for more, beg me for sex, scream MY name…” Lee congratulated himself, he was always able to get the best out of his charges. Shayl gingerly lowered herself onto his hardness, and gave more signs of her discomfort than she wanted to. Although Gunnar was by no means small, his Father was another animal, and he was hung like one. It took her a few minutes to adjust to his size, but once she did she started riding him with jackhammer like precision. Lee was taken aback. Even with all of her passion and ardor he didn’t think she had this in her, or in other words, that she had such a brutal fire to get him in her. As experienced as he was with women, there was something to be said for an impassioned fuck from a exceptionally beautiful and limber 18 year old that overloaded his calm and cool demeanor. She had gotten to him, and he began to thrust up into her with as much effort as she was fucking him with. He attempted to at least; he knew very quickly that this was not a fight he could win.

Gunnar started to feel a little bit left out of this. He recognized that his father and Shayl were having some sort of battle of wills, but he felt as slighted as she did. Gunnar suddenly had an idea about how to insinuate himself back into the festivities. He knew that there were some sports supplies up in the office, and fortunately enough for him there was a tube of the runner’s lube the skaters used to prevent chafing in one of the closets. He squeezed out a handful and coated his hard-on with it. Lust and sexual malice gleaming in his eyes, he slowly positioned himself behind Shayl. Lee saw what his son was up to and gave him a knowing nod. Lee put his hands on Shayl’s hips to slow down her pace, and when she had come down to something of a human pace Gunnar put the head of his cock to Shayl’s asshole. She froze as if someone had put a gun to her head. “Gunnar! What in the Hell do you think you’re doing! Surprise butt-sex is not a fun experience for anyone!”

Gunnar took the opportunity to gently push a couple of inches into her behind, at which point Shayl lost the ability to protest further. “You said that you could take both of us Shaylbeigh, you had to expect us to call you on that right?” Shayl knew she was in no position to protest too much, being between a cock and a hard place as she was. It didn’t feel too bad since Gunnar had the common decency to use lubrication, but she still knew that she would have to get back at both of them at some point in the near future. She leaned forward and rested her head on Lee’s chest. Gunner pushed the rest of himself inside of Shayl, resolving to cut his Dad off at the pass. He grabbed big handfuls of her bountiful ass and began to chug away just as Lee did the same. It took a mere 5 minutes for Shayl to start reciting every word of the French language as she was overcome with vehement ecstasy. As glamorous as it is for people to say they fucked all night and every day, this threesome was far too turned on to last for very long. Shayl was the first to succumb, ripping long furrows into Lee’s back as she came the hardest she ever had to this point in her life. She flooded his lap with her juices, and slumped over, nearly unconscious. Lee came right behind her, lifting her lithe form up and cascading his own cum across her stomach. Having seen that the rest of his competition had given in, Gunnar finally released himself the length of Shayl’s back and ass. He even managed to get some in her hair, which secretly gave him an insurmountable amount of joy. Shayl was obsessive about her hair, and though he wasn’t normally the vindictive type, he always wanted to mess up her hair, just once.

He rolled off of them and collapsed on the couch, satisfied that he had, in his mind, showed himself to be the equal of both his partner and his own father. He never really noticed how insecure he had been about those two subjects until this exact moment, but with Shaylbeigh’s pussy still fresh on his tongue, now was not the time to obsess over such matters. Shaylbeigh had fallen straight asleep on Lee’s chest. He put her down lengthwise on the couch and covered her with her robe. “So Gunnar, do you think this has been a positive learning experience for everyone?”

“I have learned a hell of a lot Dad. As for Shayl, I think she has learned the lesson of a lifetime. Our performances should be much better now.” Gunnar stretched out and decided that he might catch a quick nap as well. “Go ahead home dad, I think we’ll be fine now.” Lee looked at his charges, who in one night pole-vaulted themselves into adulthood. He was proud of them, and managed to get a great lay out of the experience as well. He put his pants on and said “I knew you would boy. You and my little angel there will be perfectly fine. Just remember, keep pushing each other, and never stop practicing!”

Making Adjustments

Shay’s butt landed on the ice with a resounding thud. This was worse than it sounded, but not from an injury point of view. The 2010 Winter Olympics were a scant 2 months away, and Gunnar Smith and Shaylbeigh Dawne’s Ice Dancing performance was getting worse, not better. Their coach was furious, their parents were panic stricken, and, for their part, Gunnar and Shayl were absolutely terrified of their impending doom. No one knew what the problem was; they had won Gold Medals in the Ice Dancing Free and Original Dance competitions just four years ago in Turino. Almost overnight they had become a national sensation not only because of their come-from-nowhere win, but also because of the still somewhat sensational aspect of their differing races. Shayl was Haitian-American; quite dark skinned, quick-witted, and incredibly beautiful. Gunnar was almost her polar opposite physically; tall and Nordic in every detail, from his platinum hair to his alabaster skin. They were the perfectly contrasted, but on the ice they complimented each other just as well. Shayl skated with an instinctive sensuality that belied her age. She was beguiling, even at the age of 14; the way she commanded attention was like Scheherazade weaving a story late into a hot Arabian night. If Shay was the spice, Gunnar was the meat; technically he was a master of the arts. He could do any move you asked of him, triple and quad axles. He could throw Shay into the air and have her land on a dime on the ice. Some called him the Peyton Manning of Ice Dancing; only some called him that because most people thought that it sounded incredibly ridiculous. But still, it was an accurate comparison. Gunnar was adept at the fundamentals of ice dancing, and knowing that he would always be where he was supposed to be, and would always perform to a predetermined level of excellence was a source of comfort that allowed Shayl to spread her artistic wings and win the judges over with her often literal flights of fancy on the ice.

When Shayl’s wings started to become bruised from hitting the ice one too many times, the concern in the eyes of their entire team was palpable. Some were concerned about their sponsorships, some were concerned about their reputations falling apart, and some were actually concerned for the physical safety of Shayl and Gunnar. As bad as having a poor performance would be for Shayl, it would be far worse for her to suffer an injury. That would mean that they could not perform in any competitions after the Olympics, and everyone present had made too many sacrifices and invested too many resources for the dream to die now. Shayl sat on the ice and stared up into Gunnar’s Glacier-blue eyes. She saw something there that she hadn’t ever noticed before. It was a broken dam, a torrent of emotions, but she strained nevertheless to pick out an individual feeling. Like a bear trying to grab trout swimming upstream, Shayl gradually caught the meaning of Gunnar’s glances; he was ashamed of her. This provoked two reactions in Shayl; 1. She was quite hurt that her dancing partner of 6 years felt like she was a liability, and 2. She was quite pissed that Gunnar was blaming her for their troubles.

“Gunnar”, she yelled at him in her heavily Patois-accented English, “You surely are not blaming me for our recent problems? It is you who suddenly has a severe case of butterfingers!” Gunnar skated away from her and spoke softly, not daring to face her.

“Shayl, I’m the same as I have always been. I take great pride in my consistency. It’s you, You! Who’ve changed! It’s you who is destroying our team and ruining our chances at Gold. I’ve kept my mouth shut for as long as I could, but this is too far. I’ve just now turned 17, I can find another partner. You’re at the far end of 18, you’re damn near over the hill for this sport!”

Shaylbeigh got to her skates and drifted listlessly around the ice. She felt herself drowning with no lifesaver to grab onto. Gunnar was right; she was changing. To be more specific, her body was changing at a frightening pace. She had fought tooth and nail to keep the signs of womanhood from afflicting her form, but Shaylbeigh could not fight time or biology any longer. Gone were her slender teenage hips, replaced with what some people had whispered was a “phatty”. The past two weeks she would stare into her full length mirror at home, running her hands up and down her body. She wasn’t eating any more than usual, and she was training harder than ever, but still, the curves came like thieves in the night, leaving gifts instead of taking them. Her hips had flared out to 34 inches, which looked almost obscene on her petite 5’ nothing frame. What was hardest to hide, however, were her breasts. What had once been little gravity-defying A-Cups had now Incredible-Hulked their way into 34 D’s. It was impossible to not notice them, but Shaylbeigh had done a wonderful job of burying her head in the sand about the whole subject in public.

In private, however, she could not keep her hands off of herself. She had never understood the idea of finding oneself sexy until she saw herself naked that first time. It was, to her memory anyway, the first time she saw herself as a woman, as a sexual being capable of anything. Her legs were muscular and toned, her skin a perfect shade of deep, dark chocolate brown. “If I was candy, I would eat me”, she giggled to herself. She sat on the edge of her bed and blindly reached behind her for her favorite bottle of lotion, Japanese Cherry Blossoms. She squirted a generous amount into her hands, and let it slide between her fingers. As it warmed, the excess dripped across her breasts, drops of lotion clinging precipitously to her large dark nipples. Her nipples had always been this way, and where something of an embarrassment to her, like two loud and rowdy children are an embarrassment in a movie theater. Her nipples always announced their presence to the world wherever Shayl went, no matter how she tried to cover them up.

There was no press conference or Red Carpet event where her nipples didn’t steal the show from Shayl and Gunnar, protruding defiantly through whatever bras and dresses she wore. She lifted her breasts and let them fall, watching them bob and bounce in full rebellion against gravity. As they bounced more lotion find its way into her lap and started to run down her thighs. Shayl started to smooth the creamy pink goo across her chest, spending extra time moisturizing the two disobedient children that now dominated the landscape of her upper body. She allowed one hand to lazily drape across her lap and draw figures in the drops of lotion that had landed there, all the time keeping her eyes fixed on her image in the mirror. Her legs fell open seemingly on their own, and she was honestly surprised at the amount of moisture between them. Shayl was no cold fish, not by a long shot, but she could not remember ever being this turned on. Her pleasure was undeniable, judging by the state of her vagina. Her lips were swollen, as they say, and she had already made a small puddle on her comforter. Shayl brought some pillows down to the end of the bed so she could recline and relax but still see herself playing. Her right hand molested her chest, while her left hand contented itself to run up and down the lines and cuts of her thighs and calves. Eventually she tired of teasing herself, and indulged in the greatest of personal pastimes. The memories of that night a week ago gave Shayl an idea.

Where Shaylbeigh had done her best to ignore her new developments, Gunnar noticed, to say the least. He was always one to notice the slightest details, and he believed that he had noticed Shayl’s development before she did. It was this “noticing” that was his blessing and his curse. Although he put all of the blame on her, it was really his nerves that had let them down in the moment. He had been unusually comfortable with Shayl’s body, as comfortable with her as he was with his own. He had never thought twice about putting his hands anywhere on her body; between her legs, against her inner thighs, around her hips, up the sides of her chest; for most of their relationship he thought of her as little more than another tool. But now this tool was becoming more and more a living, breathing woman, and he could not ignore it for much longer. He could not put aside the feelings of her firm new breasts as they brushed against his hands, the urges to cradle them and mash them threw off his judgment. Her blossoming form pushed against him for stability, as their bodies moved in unison and became one with the music. He felt the round fullness of her hips and behind pushing against his groin and his pulse would quicken. It was an experience he could barely tolerate. He had never been teased by a woman before; his looks and athleticism assured him of a conquest whenever he wanted it.

The build-up of sexual tension that was unknowingly created between their young bodies was something that none of his carefully laid out plans allowed for, and the more he tried to fight his feral cravings the worse their routines became. The worst part, the thing that he absolutely could not control, was when he had to lift her up. All of their moves that required him to lift her from her inner thigh absolutely destroyed him because for some reason she was always wet. Gunnar found himself putting his hand closer to her pussy than necessary, to feel its heat, its humidity, next to his skin. His famed focus and stoicism were coming unraveled all because he could not stop thinking with the wrong head. Gunnar’s father had become a successful businessman by not allowing distractions to get in the way of his goals, and here, now, at the age of 17, Gunnar felt himself already unable to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Gunnar’s revelry was cut short when Shaylbeigh skated up directly to his face. He noticed how large and beautiful her eyes were (but weren’t they always this way?) and how lush and full her lips were (but they’re the same lips as they’ve always been, right?) “What is it Shayl? We should get back to practicing, we are nowhere near ready.” Shayl took Gunnar’s hands and lead him towards the edge of ice. “That is enough for one night my dear. Even the cleaning staff has gone home for the evening. It looks like this will be another night where we end up closing the place down.” Gunnar and Shayl were known for their long and intense practice sessions, so eventually instead of waiting for them to finish, the building staff of their practice ice rink just started to leave a set of keys for the couple in their locker rooms, so that they could lock up on their way out. “Let us just hit the showers and try some more tomorrow huh?”

“Gunner looked at Shayl; between his confused feelings and the advanced practice pace he had put them through today, he was exhausted. “Fine. Go cool down and I’ll change then you can take me home. I still can’t believe that you have your driver’s license before I do.”

Shayl smiled at Gunnar as he headed towards his locker room, “It seems as if this old lady may still have some things to teach you, huh young man?”

When Shaylbeigh saw the large set of keys next to her locker, she knew that they had the whole building to themselves; her plan had found the perfect time for its execution. She took a shower, as fast as she could, and got ready in what must have been a world record for a woman to get ready. She was motivated and did not want Gunnar to get too comfortable before she was able to get him. As she crossed over to the men’s locker room area, she noted how easily she had taken to wearing high heeled pumps. She thought it would be difficult at first, but recently she felt that they intensified her newfound sexuality a thousand fold. She peeked around the corner and caught sight of Gunnar just as he was coming out of the shower. She would be lying if she said she had never thought of him sexually; she had snuck peeks of him in the nude before, and she never got tired of the view. He had a body that could be the model for a Greek God; every muscle perfectly sculpted and present in his movements. And oh the way he moved! No wasted motions, the grace of a ballet dancer, but with a powerful purpose to his stride. She gazed lovingly at the thick cock that hung between his legs. She was definitely not one to get onto silly discussions about which races had bigger dicks; she knew damn well that this White boy was blessed as well as any Black man you’d care to mention. It was not quite so long, but thick, thick enough to cause her to salivate.

“This is so unladylike, but I now know that I have to take one for the good of the team”, Shayl thought.

As Gunnar wrapped himself in a towel, Shaylbeigh Dawne walked into his life, for the first time, as an adult woman and not just his skating partner. Her damp hair fell in little ringlets about her shoulders. She had wrapped herself in one of her designer shower robes, and all Gunnar could see at first was her perfectly painted toenails in her Gold Jimmy Choo Clue pumps with the 4 inch heel. She then opened the robe to reveal that all she was wearing was a Gold silk and Black lace Carine Gilson Bra and Thong set… a very, very small bra and panty set at that. Around her neck hung one of the Gold medals they won in Turino 4 years ago. “You know Gunny, I never thanked you properly for all of the hard work you put in that helped us win this medal…” She felt like she was doing one of her performances, but for an audience of one. She glided across the room like the predatory jungle cat she was. She knew she had him as soon as she walked into the room; now was the time for the cat to play with the mouse.

“Shaylbeigh! What… what is this…” Gunnar stammered. He wrapped his towel a little tighter, but his arousal was already readily apparent. With the size of the weapon he was trying to conceal, he would have needed a sheet to cover it anyway. “This is… we shouldn’t be…” He was having considerable trouble forming coherent thoughts as all of the blood in his body rushed to his groin. Shayl finally closed the distance between them, and her straining nipples stabbed him in his six-pack.

“You were right earlier mon petit ami”, she purred, “The problems we have been having have been my fault. My body has changed, and it was silly and immature to try and hide that from you”, she said as she spun Gunnar around and gently forced him down onto a bench. “There have been some changes with me, can you tell?” She straddled the bench and ran her fingers up and down her hips and ass, in case Gunnar was having any trouble noticing the perfect curves that his partner had developed.

“I know why our performances have been off lately. You are the type of person who needs to know everything about everything. You need to know every inch of the instrument that you are working with. And I am your instrument, right?” Shayl took Gunnar’s hands and placed them on her hips. “Well Mon Ami, are you ready to play me?”

Gunnar, for his part, was… well… “Shaylbeigh… I have no idea what I should do right now. You’re my partner; I haven’t ever looked at you like other girls…”

“Woman, Gunny. I am obviously a woman now. You are used to my girlish body, and if we are ever to regain our form, you are going to have to accept that I am a woman now, and be familiar with me”, she said as she moved his hands up to her extra-hardened nipples, “all of me. And I must know you, all of you…”

Shayl removed Gunnar’s towel with little protestation from him. She gingerly took him in her hand and stroked him to hardness. It didn’t take long. This was by far the most erotic event that had ever happened to Gunny, and he was in no mood or position to stop her. He was used to being in charge, but this was obviously Shayl’s show. She took more charge of the situation when 3 inches of his cock disappeared into her mouth, between her large, glossy lips. “MMMmm, I think you need a better view if you are to really know me.” With that she swung her ass around so that it was facing Gunnar’s face. Never had he seen such a perfect round and full ass, certainly not on such a small girl. He nervously grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart, finally seeing with his own eyes what he had only had only sensed before. Gunnar pulled her thong aside and slowly ran his large fingers up and down her deep pink slit. Shayl took more and more of Gunnar’s large-ish cock into her mouth, slurping loudly and messily leaving trails of saliva all over him. When she felt him begin to slip his fingers inside her, all rational thought became impossible for her. She suddenly knew what it felt like to be Gunny out on the ice. She sucked harder and tugged on his shaft to get him as hard as possible. She had started this, and she wanted to make sure that she got her money’s worth.

On the other end, Gunnar’s mind had settled on one track. He was receiving the blowjob of his life, and it was only fair that he return the favor. He soaked his hands with her, pausing occasionally to lick her juices from his hands. He couldn’t believe how much juice she produced, especially since he had barely begun to please her. “I’ve got a lot more planned for you woman”, he said to himself as he slipped a couple of fingers into her eagerly awaiting hole. He gently massaged her clit with his thumb as he slowly finger-fucked her. Once he got a good rhythm going Shayl’s juices flowed at an even more rapid pace. His chest became wet with her outpourings of affection, and he could not stand to waste another drop. He suddenly wrapped his hands around her hips and stood up, burying his face in her beautifully delicious folds. It was a position he had her in many times before, just not, you know, naked.

Shayl gasped as Gunnar swept her up in his powerful arms. Now that he had her naked, he really was getting a better feel for her body, and he definitely had a great feel for how to treat her kitten. He licked her from top to bottom, not leaving a centimeter dry in between. Gunnar swirled his tongue around her clit in clockwise circular motions, then went the other way round for a few minutes. When he began to feel her torso vibrate, he went into figure 8’s around most sensitive spots, which drove her over the edge. Shayl started screaming her upside-down orgasm into the air, in Patois, which is exactly as arousing as it sounds. Gunnar sucked and swallowed every bit of sweet reward that he had teased out of his instrument, and turned her over so that they were face to face. For the first time they kissed; a mad, passionate kiss whose length couldn’t be measured by any clock nor whose intensity by any words. It was a kiss that solved puzzles, answered riddles, opened doors and unlocked paradigms heretofore unknown to teenagers. In other words, it was a pretty fucking hot lip lock. Eventually the two came up for air, locked in each other’s embrace. Shayl stared into Gunnar’s eyes, begging for something and everything he had. He understood implicitly, and took a black-cherry-dark nipple into his mouth, swirling it around like a fine wine. Being the athletes that they were, they could maintain their position without using their hands. Shayl’s powerful legs locked her in place as Gunnar mauled her chest, and she played with the head of his cock some more, enjoying the way his heat felt slipping up and down her kitty.

“Are you getting it now Gunny? Are you learning me? Learning how to play your new instrument?”

Gunnar reluctantly removed a tit from his mouth to answer her, “Yes, yes I think I’m, getting it, but I won’t know for sure until I know you from the inside.”

“Well what are you waiting for mon petite ami? Come into me, do it, Do it NOW!” “Gunnar needed no more prodding as he became one with her, all 9 inches at once. Shayl was not sure if she had bit off more than she could chew as she suddenly felt very, very full. He roughly slammed her against one of the lockers, manhandling her nipples and kissing softly at her neck. The immediate onrush of sharply contrasting sensations made her head swoon. After what seemed like years Gunnar withdrew, and Shayl felt like a balloon that had sprung a leak. Soon enough though, he rammed her again, and their first fuck session began. Gunnar knew that Shaylbeigh was vocal from their accidents in practices, but the noises she was making now could wake the dead. Another thing that he knew was that she was a tough girl who could take a good deal of abuse. He bear hugged her and started to bounce her off of his raging erection nearly faster than the eye could follow. With the regular pace of a metronome he fucked her senseless, not even feeling the deep furrows that Shayl carved into his back. Gunnar could last a long time with a woman; even at his young age he was unusually experienced, but with Shayl all of that experience was useless. He was less concerned about preserving his cool, calm, in control persona and more concerned with hitting her g-spot over and over and over again. He backed off of the lockers and held her aloft, her weight no more than that of a fine Stradivarius in the hands of a master violinist.

And he began to play; he played his instrument like she desired, producing beautiful music from the deepest parts of her soul. Shaylbeigh reared back and took one last look at her momentary master before plunging headlong into the most ferocious orgasm that she ever experienced. When she felt like her orgasm had subsided enough for her to be able to recognize what parts of her where hers and which where his, she mumbled “Mmm, uhh, fuck me, fuck me… slower, slower…”

Gunnar certainly didn’t want this experience to end too soon so he slowed his pace to that of a waltz. It was as if they went from screwing to a House beat to making love to an R&B song. Shayl constricted herself around his body; her mounds undulating across his chest, winding her hips around his, and massaging his cock inside of her, all in perfect unison. Gunnar would have marveled at her athletic ability and body control if he could think straight. All he could thing was how strongly he wanted to cum. He had to physically peel her off of him (taking some of his back with her as she went) and lay her on the bench where he was. He slowly stroked her, going 8 inches at a time with each repetition. His sweat dripped onto Shayla, and she opened her mouth to catch what she could; she wanted him, all of him, inside of her. Even on the bottom she was active, moving her hips up to meet him, making sure that he never missed his mark. He pushed her legs behind her head (a simple thing for her) and started to drill her again with reckless abandon. His hair fell around her face, giving them a small private gazebo to share more passionate kisses in. Gunnar felt himself about to explode, not just from his balls, but from everything from everywhere, from his entire body. He looked at Shaylbeigh with something approaching ecstatic panic in his eyes. She nodded at him peacefully and licked her lips. Gunnar understood, and in one deft motion had his purple-cock at her mouth. With the most gentle of caresses from her hand, Shayl unleashed a flash flood of hot cum down her throat that she would relish for days. Gunnar seemingly let his entire life flood into Shayl, as he fell backwards on the bench between her legs. Shayl calmly rolled his seed around her tongue and eventually swallowed all of it.

When Gunnar later thought of this night (and he did think of it) he would remember never seeing a drop of his own cum leave his dick; Shayl never let one bit hit the open air. He vaguely remembered her letting a little drip onto her Gold medal, then pour it back into her mouth, but that was it. They both lay backwards, their legs intertwined with each other, thinking about what had just happened. Neither said a word, savoring the afterglow of their hot bodies contrasting the cold ice a few feet away from them.

*Clap, clap, clap*

Shaylbeigh and Gunnar jumped up at the sudden noise; they were certain that they were alone. “Well, well, that was by far the best performance you two have put on in the last two months.”

“Dad?”

“Coach Smith?”

It was indeed their coach (and Gunnar’s father) Lee Smith. “Dad, how much did you see?” Gunnar was mortified; this went against one of his father’s biggest rules, “always keep business and pleasure separate” “It’s.. um… not what it looks like?”

“Gunnar”, Mr. Smith said, “Stop. It’s ok. You two are just doing what you needed to do to improve your performances. You were doing what every good team does, making adjustments. The only problem”, Mr. Smith said, “is that you didn’t include your coach in this exercise.” He strode from the door past his son, around to Shaylbeigh until her head was directly underneath the noticeable bulge in his pants. “If we are going to practice, we practice as a team. “