Ch. 02 – Teen Swimmers vs Bully

Ride to the Pool:

Three teenagers headed for swimming practice in the front seat of a faded blue clunker, a Chevrolet Impala. The small dark-haired girl in the middle turned to the driver,”Hey Andy, you’ll get to meet my big sister, Janet, at the pool today.”

“What’s the occasion? Does she want to check out my six-pack abs while I’m in my skimpy swimming briefs?”

“Oh silly, she’s too old for you!” Karen slapped at his leg. “She said she’d be in the area and wants to say hello. But I know she’ll really be there to check out that college diver, Sullivan.”

“Your sister can’t do that! She has a boyfriend!” said Karen’s red-haired friend, Aline.

“I know, but that’s just like Janet. She always wants to look and fantasize.”

Karen had starry-eyed affection for her new boyfriend Andy. She enjoyed flirting with him in front of her best friend, but it made her feel compassion for her friend at the same time. “Thanks, Andy, for giving us a ride to the pool.” She lightly touched his knee with her fingertips, emphasizing her sincerity.

Andy laughed off her seriousness with, “Are you kidding Karen? Ah’ll be a hero once people discover that Ah got to be in the same car with you two fine examples of smokin’ hot female flesh!” He then answered her body language with an exaggerated raising of his right hand then a sudden closing on her thigh just above the knee.

“Horse bite!” he yelled. Karen squealed and squirmed out of his grip as she giggled with playful delight and slapped at his hand.

Aline, in the window seat, was a little saddened at their fooling around. She was very shy and peaked sideways at their antics through overly long bangs. Aline had beautiful thick red hair, which she couldn’t appreciate because it only made her feel different. In addition she towered over her two friends not because she was so big but because they were both so small. Aline was keenly aware of the size differences and tended to stoop to make up for it.

Aline did have a couple of legitimate reasons to feel insecure. She was always somewhat congested which caused her to be even more silent than she was naturally. And at times like this, as she watched her two horse-playing friends, she suppressed any smiling to cover the gap between her front teeth.

Aline viewed her best friend with envy. Karen easily chatted and flirted with Andy while looking very cute and petite. She had dark hair and eyes along with a quick wit. Karen had the kind of confidence that Aline could never come close to having. Even though Andy was only a recent member of the local swimming team, Karen had easily and quickly charmed him into a boyfriend relationship.

Meanwhile Karen could sense that her good friend had turned sad, and she could guess why. Karen liked to have control of her environment and it made her uncomfortable when her friend was sad. Karen gently nudged Andy and silently communicated by rolling her eyes toward Aline. Andy smiled to let Karen know he got the message.

“Oh no!” Andy said as he raised his menacing right hand again, “I feel the dark forces commanding my hand to make another horse bite!” He continued to steer the car down the road with his left hand.

Karen hastily covered her thighs with her arms squealing, “Don’t you dare!”

With lightning quickness Andy reached past his girlfriend’s legs to grip the bare thigh of her best friend, “HORSE BITE!”

Aline was totally surprised and shocked. She screamed and jumped as Karen yelled and the car zigzagged down the street.

Andy laughed hysterically and shook Aline’s thigh a good bit before he succumbed to the need for safer driving and Karen’s objections, “Andy, you can’t just grab my best friend’s leg like that!” But all three of them were laughing and no one was the least bit angry. “Andy, you must be crazy!”

It definitely did the trick. Aline had a beaming smile and even sat without her normal slump. A little attention had perked her up and had suddenly made her feel good about herself.

Andy went through the humorous routine of responding to his girlfriend’s objections. “Those bad voices in ma’ head made me do it.” The girls giggled and he continued, “Oh ma’ God! Look at Aline’s great legs. Those thighs must be heaven to touch.”

Karen played along, “Well you can’t be touching my best friend’s legs!”

Aline added an enthusiastic, “Yeah!” But she clearly enjoyed being the center of their attentions for once.

Karen continued, “But since you’re desperate to know, I’ll touch her thigh for you and tell you what it’s like.” Karen placed her palm on her cooperative friend’s thigh and sensuously moved under Aline’s baggy shorts up to the hip.

Aline sat motionless as Karen talked, “Well her thigh is very smooth, especially her inner thigh.” Karen moved her hand slowly and gently. Aline glanced over at the bug-eyed Andy and she slightly spread her knees while inching forward on the seat. Karen said, “Don’t worry Andy. I don’t think you would like it!” Karen withdrew her hand and faced Andy with a smug grin.

Aline giggled with delight and wiggled her legs in a taunting gesture. The girls seemed very pleased that this would torment Andy.

A pained expression crossed Andy’s face as he looked ahead on the roadway. “Ah can’t take this!”

Without any other warning Andy’s right hand flew past Karen to Aline’s bare upper leg. Before either girl could react Andy had reached up Aline’s shorts all the way to her thigh and “accidentally” grazed the back of his hand against her bathing-suit-covered vagina.

Both girls started screaming and waiving their hands around aimlessly in the air. However, Karen did not physically try to stop Andy and neither did Aline. In fact, Aline kept her knees apart and did not pull back in the seat, even though her legs did vibrate with all of the excitement.

Andy withdrew his hand and the screaming from the girls stopped abruptly. Karen took a breath to make a statement when Andy again jammed his hand up Aline’s shorts. His fingers danced along her upper thigh again, brushed along the bathing suit, and efficiently went into the leg opening of her suit to finger the bristle of Aline’s pubic hair.

Aline still did not close her legs, grab at his hand, or move away. However her screaming did go up several octaves and many decibels. Karen was slapping at his arm as he returned both hands to the steering wheel.

“What is wrong with you?” Karen exclaimed as she continued to hit his shoulder, but not very hard. Andy just grimaced and flinched with each blow. Despite the girls’ indignation it was clear to all three of them that this was just fun teenage play.

Andy stole a glance at Aline to make sure he had not made her angry. She was flushed with excitement and still smiling absently. Andy’s eyes dropped to watch her full bosom move up and down with her rapid breathing. When he looked back up to her face, Aline was watching him and had clearly caught him ogling her chest. In that smiling instant they both knew they would pretend the extra-personal “touching” had been an accident.

Karen sat in the middle with her arms crossed, clearly not as angry as she was acting. Andy grinned.

“Hey Karen.” he said meekly.

“What?” she barked.

“You were wrong. I did like touching Aline’s thighs.”

Karen responded by punching him in the shoulder again, but hard this time. All three of them chuckled with the good-natured fun.

Andy and Karen peeked sideways at Aline. Aline was sitting without a slump on her side of the car, beaming with pride and beauty. Karen faced Andy adoringly, rolled her eyes toward Aline, and secretly mouthed the phrase, “Thank You.”

There’s just no limit to what a young man will do to make his girlfriend happy.

Suddenly Andy leaned forward squinting at the road ahead. “Would yuh look at this bullsheeit?” Andy had been raised in South Louisiana and had kept his Cajun accent, along with outrageous behavior, and bawdy language even in mixed company. What he saw several cars ahead was a bicyclist in the middle of the road blocking traffic.

“There’s a bike path right beside the road and this asshole has to ride in our lane!” Andy exclaimed. “Aline, roll down yo’ window so Ah can say somethin’ tuh him.”

As Aline rolled her window down, she and Karen exchanged panicked expressions. They were obviously afraid that Andy would cause trouble. Aline took the initiative, “That’s OK Andy, I’ll talk to him.”

One by one the cars in front were able to finally get around the guy on the bicycle. He was big and he wore a Florida State football jersey. Andy pulled even and Aline poked her head out of the window.

“Hey mister, you’re blocking traffic. Can you please use the bike path?”

He barely glanced at her and continued pedaling as he said, “It’s not a bike path, it’s a sidewalk.”

Andy and Karen could not hear him and asked Aline in unison, “What did he say?”

Without turning to answer them Aline looked over at the paved path running beside the highway. It clearly had a painted image of a bicyclist on the path.

“It’s not just a sidewalk! It has the picture of a bicycle on it!”

The big guy on the bicycle looked over at Aline with disgust, “FUCK YOU!”

Andy and Karen still could not hear him, “What did he say?”

This time Aline glanced back at her two friends in the front seat of the car. What they saw was a transformation in Aline’s face. Her skin had turned a beet-red color and her teeth were clenched in a vicious-looking grimace.

Her friends both said, “Oh shit!” Andy followed with,”She’s gonna explode!”

Aline almost dove out of the window, extending half her body out of the car. “FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!”

Without knowing all of what was happening, Andy immediately shoved the accelerator to the floor. Karen held tightly to the lower half of Aline’s body as the upper half almost flew parallel to the ground. Aline’s flaming red hair whipped wildly in the wind as she flipped the bird with both fists and screamed, “YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

They got a safe distance down the road before Andy slowed the car and yelped, “DAMN, gurl! And ya’ll say Ah’m crazy!”

Aline settled back in the car with Karen’s help. Aline’s hair and clothing were disheveled but her skin color had returned to simply being flushed. Andy had difficulty driving as he watched her breasts heave up and down.

Aline calmed herself and explained, “That guy started it!” By the time they got to the pool all three were able to laugh over Aline’s intense outburst.

The Swimming Pool:

The pool was still crowded with recreational swimmers but the girls were able to spot Karen’s big sister Janet on poolside and approached her. One of the lifeguards was busy installing lane ropes for the upcoming swim practice and he accidentally backed into Karen and Aline.

Janet said with a grin, “Hey dumb-ass! Watch where you’re going!”

“Oops, excuse me!” The guard straightened up, somewhat confused. He turned to face the three girls. His eyes went straight past the two teenagers before settling with recognition on Janet. “Oh hey! You’re one of the back-dive girls!”

Janet smiled and performed her characteristic wiggle as she spoke, “Yeah, I’m Janet. And you’re Sullivan, the brute who molested me on the diving board.”

Sullivan laughed but glanced nervously around to see if anyone heard her. He responded back, “Just doing my job, ‘mam.” He hesitated and added,”Your girlfriend called about diving lessons.”

“Yeah, she told me that ya’ll will meet Friday for a beer and then come over here to practice. That girl is serious about making good grades, but I think she’s interested in you or she wouldn’t go to this much trouble. Be gentle with her.”

“Wow, that’s good to hear! And of course I’ll be a gentleman with her.”

Janet touched his arm and joked, “I didn’t say you should be a gentleman.”

Janet and Sullivan laughed and continued to totally ignore the two teenage girls who were standing right there. Sullivan waved to Janet signaling that he had to get back to work setting up the lane ropes.

As he moved down the pool side, Janet turned to the girls, “Ooo he’s fine!” All three girls watched him in his t-shirt and bathing suit as he pulled on the lane ropes and strained to connect them to the side of the pool. The muscles in his large legs flexed and trembled along with his rear end.

Janet continued, “Look at that butt!” She held her hands apart near her thighs and remarked, “Can you imagine holding that in your hands as it clenches?” She followed this with a guttural, “Mmmph!”

Janet had closed her eyes and now opened them to see horrified expressions on the two teenage girls’ faces. “I guess you can’t imagine that.” The duo looked at Janet as if she was crazy, and Janet just chuckled. “I bet in the next couple of years you two will learn to like all this man stuff.”

On seeing their skeptical expressions Janet continued, “Believe me girls; soon you’ll end up like me. Right now you’re barely 18 years old and still in high school. For years you’ve been isolated from the rest of the world with your swimming workouts. The good news is you can look forward to an exciting time finally learning about boys.”

Karen made a face at her big sister then turned on her heel. “Come on Aline, we need to change for swim practice.”

The girls had dressed in silence, until Karen spoke, “Do you think Sullivan would notice us in these new skimpy swim suits?” Karen was looking at herself in the dressing room mirror as she asked the question. Her suit was a pure-red one-piece racing suit that complemented her coloring, which was composed of dark medium-length straight hair, dark eyes, and creamy skin. She moved her hands in a smoothing motion across her torso, admiring her reflection and the fact that the suit barely covered her small bosom. She turned sideways to the mirror to examine the high cut of the suit which exposed most of her cute tear-drop buttocks. In the mirror she could see her friend Aline, wearing a bright blue version of the same suit.

Aline clowned around and imitated a blind person. With an exaggeration of Sullivan’s voice and manner, Aline joked, “Oops, excuse me little girl. Oh, it’s you; have you seen Janet?” They both laughed and then Aline continued. “Honestly, I think we could have stripped out there and he would have kept talking to your sister.”

Karen nodded with a serious expression. “It’s probably because she has boobs.” Automatically they both looked down at Karen’s chest as she talked about herself. “This is just pitiful. The best I can say is I have prominent nipples. And at least I have an eight-pack abdomen thanks to swimming. Oh wait, some of that is my nipples. I only have a six-pack.” They both laughed in a way that showed they were actually comfortable with their situation even though they were complaining. Karen looked at Aline and commented, “Look at you with your bosom.”

“You call this a bosom? These are only pectoral muscles with nipples on top. If I didn’t lift weights for sprints, I’d be just like you. That’s what the swimming does for us.” However, they both knew Aline was just being nice. Aline had beautiful round boobs that stood high on her torso and edged out the top and sides of the racing suit. Compared to her small and petite distance-swimmer friend, Aline was tall and broad-shouldered. She had thick wavy red hair that she kept fairly short, and her skin was very white. The one trait Aline shared with Karen was a prominent and round butt, which was not at all oversized because of exercise from the swimming. Her nice ass especially stood out today due to the color contrast between the bright blue suit and her light complexion.

They picked up their goggles and swim caps then entered the pool area. Karen was turned toward Aline as she spoke. “Sullivan may not notice us in these new suits, but I think Andy will.”

“You’re damn right I notice! You two are HOT in those suits! And who is Sullivan?”

“Nobody!” Karen and Aline bellowed at Andy in near unison.

Karen looked past Andy at Janet walking toward them. In a loud whisper she hurriedly said, “Ok, Ok. He’s just a guy my sister is checking out, so don’t embarrass me, because Janet knows him.”

Without turning to look at Janet, Andy spoke loudly, “Well I’ve never met your sister, but she can’t possibly be that bad!” He turned and flinched, saying, “Oh, is this your sister? Wow, she’s not bad looking after all!”

“Very funny,” Janet said, clearly enjoying the attention. “You must be the crazy Andy that Karen’s been talking about.” Andy turned to Karen with a fake hurt expression as Janet continued, “Hey Karen, I’m not going to be able to stick around to watch ya’ll swim. I’ll see you tonight at the house.”

Janet moved to leave and managed to catch the girls’ eyes. She indicated Andy and mouthed the expression, “He’s cute!” She added a thumbs-up signal.

The three teenagers chatted and started stretching while they waited for the pool to be ready for swim practice. Meanwhile Janet was near the exit as a big guy in a Florida State jersey was hurriedly entering. She said, “Pool’s closing for swim practice,” on her way out.

Andy spotted him immediately, “That’s the asshole on the bicycle!” The girls looked around in confusion but Andy was already hurrying toward the Florida-State guy, who was literally twice Andy’s size.

The guy muttered to himself with road rage, “I know they’re here. The car is in the parking lot.” He was then able to look past Andy and spot Aline, “HEY BITCH!” This got everyone’s attention. The lifeguard, Sullivan, glanced up and began walking toward them.

Andy was indignant. “Dat’s mah girlfriend you’re talking to!” which of course was not exactly true, but the giant didn’t know that.

The guy slowly lowered his eyes to face this high-school kid in a Speedo. The big man’s expression changed from rage to form a cruel grin.

“Would you look at this? It’s a Leprechaun!” and he reached a large paw forward to shove Andy back a step toward the edge of the pool.

Andy angrily jumped forward in an attempt to shove back. It was a useless effort. The big man did not budge. Then he easily grabbed Andy in a bear hug. The Florida-State guy looked over at Aline and Karen with sadistic glee saying, “Let’s find out what it takes to get a pot-of-gold from this Leprechaun.” He turned Andy around and pulled Andy’s rear hard up against the front of his biker shorts. It was an upsetting display of doggy-style domination, clearly intended to humiliate Andy.

“MAN, YOU NEED TO STOP THIS!” Sullivan called out as he neared the commotion. The big man looked up at Sullivan and lost his grip on Andy’s squirming slippery shape. Andy squirted free and fell into the diving pool with an awkward splash.”

The giant turned his aggressiveness toward Sullivan. “DO YOU THINK YOU’VE GOT ENOUGH FUCKING GUTS TO MAKE ME STOP?” He was a head taller than Sullivan. With his elbows back, he shoved his chest forward into Sullivan’s face in the classic playground standoff. Sullivan began to look around nervously for a way out of this.

Andy called out from the water, “YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!” and splashed the pair.

The big man responded immediately, “I’m gonna kick your ass! These biking shoes cost over a hundred dollars.”

This comment seemed to trigger something in Andy. He immediately started splashing gallons of water on the feet of the big bully, and did not stop splashing. In a huff, the big man jerked off his football jersey and began to pull off his shoes, with Andy splashing him the whole time.

Sullivan spoke to the big man over the sound of the splashing water, “Don’t go in that water.”

The Florida-State big man looked coolly at Sullivan as he continued to strip down to his biker shorts. He seemed to get even angrier as water cascaded over his bent form.

Ch. 08 – Book Learnin’ with Sarah and Sullivan

Sarah and Sullivan at the Party:

“Yes mam, I’m here to pick up Sarah,” Sullivan said to the sorority mother. He stood and waited, feeling out of place as classy well-dressed girls passed by ignoring his presence. When Sarah came down the stairs, on time, she greeted him with a wide enthusiastic smile that was clearly meant just for him. Sullivan instantly relaxed and knew he would feel comfortable as long as she was with him.

Sullivan appreciated the way Sarah’s clothing looked on her. She was wearing the same baggy jeans from earlier in the day, which managed to fit snug around her waist and bottom. A deep-red blouse complemented her coloring and somehow reminded Sullivan how full of life she always seemed.

“So are you sure a pig roast party is fine with you? At least some of my swimmer buddies will there be there,” said Sullivan.

“Oh sure! A couple of my friends should be there too.”

At most parties the surroundings offer an easy distraction from having to entertain and converse with an unfamiliar date. However this evening Sarah and Sullivan were very easy with each other instantly, as they had been before.

Their compatibility may have been because of their backgrounds. Sarah was in a sorority but she came from the country, giving her an obvious authenticity that most of her friends did not have. She had outstanding social skills, which is probably why she studied psychology. Sullivan was from the university town but was not very worldly, having spent years of his spare time and resources split between his engineering studies and diving. Sullivan’s and Sarah’s backgrounds complemented each other, helping to make them a very good pair, and their alert friends spotted it immediately.

Over the course of the evening Sullivan observed one particular situation that endeared him even more to Sarah. A band cranked up just when a squealing pal of Sarah’s approached. They were obviously very good friends as Sarah broke into a fast-paced sorority tune which her girlfriend joined in singing. Sullivan watched with wonder as Sarah bounced up and down holding hands and singing with excitement, not caring about the people around her. It was very cute.

Sarah and Sullivan enjoyed dancing and even commented that they seemed to fit especially well together when slow dancing. And Sarah had a certain style when she fast danced that Sullivan admired.

“How about a break?” he eventually called out over the music.

They smiled breathlessly as they made their way to the back yard, still red-faced from the physical exertion of dancing. The grassy area had one vacant yard chair under a tree.

“OK to sit in my lap?” Sullivan said nonchalantly. Sarah said yes, but Sullivan noticed that she hesitated. He realized why when she settled onto his thighs; she was careful to support her weight somewhat. It surprised Sullivan to realize that she was shy about her weight.

Sarah’s weight was not the problem for Sullivan. He had not anticipated that he might get excited at having Sarah in his lap. At first their conversation was animated enough to keep him distracted. But eventually his cock began to swell and he became more and more nervous about being discovered. Sullivan adjusted his seating several times to guide Sarah lower on his lap and away from his dick which was expanding down his pants leg. With each of his moves Sarah was quick to take more of her weight off of him, but she also squirmed around on him in the process.

Finally both Sarah and Sullivan were squirming constantly yet they continued conversing as if nothing was happening. Finally Sarah made the mistake of moving her bottom higher on his lap instead of lower. She ground her soft ass right onto Sullivan’s fat cock.

“WOOPS!” Sarah exclaimed, quickly sliding lower on Sullivan’s legs and away from his embarrassing problem. She hesitated and avoided eye contact, considering whether to pretend ignorance of what she had just encountered.

Sullivan spoke first. “Uhh…I’m sorry but you can’t blame me for that. You were moving around on my lap, you’re gorgeous, and it doesn’t help that I’m really liking you.”

Sarah was in a full blush as she raised her eyes to look squarely into his. “Wow, I thought you were shifting around because I was heavy! What a relief!”

There was a brief silence as they caught the humor in the situation, and then burst into gut wrenching laughter. Their sudden outburst caused other couples in the back yard to interrupt their conversations and glance at them.

Sarah and Sullivan finally calmed down and actually said nothing until Sarah commented, “I’m glad to hear that you like me. You must know that it was a little intimidating to go out with you since you’re such a ‘Big Man on Campus’.”

Sullivan let out a brief laugh, “Gee, I thought I was the one who was intimidated. I feel inferior around fraternity and sorority people, but you seem totally accepting of me in every setting I’ve seen so far, even around the Greeks.” Sarah nodded to signify her understanding. They shared an easy moment of quiet, appreciating their shared honesty.

Sarah broke the silence again, “Well, I can tell you get around somehow. You’re a good dancer, a good kisser, and you sure knew how to handle me at the swimming pool.”

Sullivan’s eyes darted quickly to read Sarah’s demeanor. He relaxed upon seeing her grin indicating that she was joking with him.

Sullivan broke into a shy smile, “I can assure you I don’t get around very much. All that magical underwater swimming was a freak accident. You somehow stirred me to do all of that.” Then Sullivan said something he wished he could take back. “In fact, my friends tease me about being a half-virgin.”

Sarah flinched at the comment. But she was clearly interested in what he meant.

Sullivan colored at his error, “Uh-oh, I’m sorry about saying that. I just blurted out a personal detail without thinking.”

Sarah did not back off, “Okay, but now I’m curious.”

Sullivan sheepishly looked around as if someone might overhear, “It means I’ve never gone all the way…in. In other words, the most I’ve done was only half way.”

Although his wording was awkward, it slowly dawned on Sarah what he was talking about. She did not act shocked, but asked almost academically, “You mean like we did?”

Sullivan was really embarrassed, “Well, yeah, sort’a. Maybe a little more than that.”

There was a long awkward silence in which Sullivan wished he could crawl into a hole and Sarah seemed to simply consider the full meaning of his words. Her face brightened.

“This might be a mistake, but I’ll share one of my personal details with you. I’m half a virgin too!”

It was Sullivan’s turn to wear the questioning frown.

Sarah blushed as she explained, “The closest I’ve come to really having sex has been with you, Sullivan. But my high school boyfriend and I used to get pretty wild with each other.” Now Sarah looked around, “One night I lost my hymen to his fingers.”

Sullivan was open-mouthed, “Damn!”

They drew their faces closer together to maintain the secret communication. Sarah whispered, “I’m crazy to talk about that. Maybe I feel like I have to explain myself.”

Sullivan whispered back, “Don’t feel bad. I love it that you could tell me!”

They were so intent on their intimate confessions that their foreheads were almost touching. Sarah remarked, “This means that between the two of us, we make one complete virgin!”

Sullivan held up his hand for a high-five. Sarah clapped his hand with enthusiasm, gripping it in the process. They laughed and somehow automatically leaned in for a brief kiss.

Sullivan kept his voice low, “I’m not sure how virginity is measured, but I think you may still be a complete virgin all by yourself.” He seemed serious when he continued, “I guess your sex education class prepares you for questions like this.”

Sarah responded with a joke, “Well, there’s no chapter, ‘Be Careful of how You Sit in His Lap, You Could Lose Your Virginity’. Also, there’s no chapter titled ‘Almost Sex’.”

Sarah could see that Sullivan was listening closely because he was actually interested in her sex education course. Without embarrassment Sarah continued, “Our textbook is kind of technical. It covers emotional issues, reproductive systems, foreplay, contraceptive methods, and intercourse positions. There are no photographs, just sketches.”

Sullivan was pensive, “I’d like to see that.” He then looked questioningly at Sarah.

Sarah responded seriously, “You’d like to see it now?” Sullivan shrugged then nodded, all the while smiling at Sarah. She considered the idea briefly then commented almost to herself, “Well Okay. We’ll have to pick it up from my room at the sorority house.” She turned smiling to face Sullivan. They left the party holding hands, rosy-faced with enthusiasm from having discovered each other.

Room Above the Pool:

“You live here?” Sarah asked with a mixture of amazement and disbelief. They had entered Sullivan’s room by a door directly off of the pool balcony. The lighting was poor, there was no air conditioning, and the surrounding walls were made of bleak-looking concrete. It was a converted coach’s locker room.

“Yep. I think I have the best room on campus.” Sullivan responded with pride. “I live here alone because no one else on the team is willing to give up their dorm room to be my roommate in this place. I have complete privacy since I am the only person living in the building and no one ever comes by to check up on me. One of the perks is that I have access to the swimming pool. I love it.”

While holding her textbook, Sarah continued to look around as she got used to the meager quarters. The place was very organized but not especially clean. One room had Sullivan’s incomplete amateur artwork splattered chaotically on the walls.

“Is this room part of your diving scholarship?”

“Not really,” Sullivan answered. “I have chores to perform in order to keep the room. I lock up the building complex each night, and I’m sort of the night watchman over the swimming pool.”

Sarah nodded and sat on the only thing that qualified as seating space, a couch that could be folded out into a bed. Her hands shook as she absent-mindedly opened the cover of her sex education textbook stating, “Well, I guess you want to see what’s in this book.”

Sullivan could see that Sarah was nervous. It dawned on him that her being alone in his room might be a little overwhelming for her.

“You know what Sarah? Without meaning to I rushed things with you before and I want to be careful not to do that again. Maybe I’m a little over-eager to talk about your sex education class.” Sarah looked up at Sullivan with an innocent look of confusion. Sullivan continued, “Can I get you a cold drink? I have Coke and Tab, or beer.”

Sarah seemed to appreciate the slower pace Sullivan was suggesting. They got drinks and sat down in front of the television. Since the TV didn’t work very well they changed the station to a music channel and mostly talked. It didn’t take long for Mother Nature to take over, and for them to be stretched out on the couch making out.

Simple kissing became passionate necking. During one ardent exchange Sullivan brushed his hand across Sarah’s breast and she flinched at the contact.

Sullivan straightened, “Whew! I sure get carried away with you!” He was determined to be a gentleman this time. “Maybe we could open that book after all.”

“Okay.” Sarah did not seem overly bothered by Sullivan’s advances. But she was also comfortable with taking a little break from the escalating embraces. She grabbed the book and reclined back against Sullivan’s torso so that he could see over her shoulder. They wiggled against each other with little sounds of obvious pleasure as Sullivan wrapped his arms around Sarah’s ribcage. She turned her reddening face up to him for a brief kiss before thumbing through the pages of the book.

“Whoa, let me see some of those pictures!” Sullivan called out. Sarah giggled knowingly and turned the pages more slowly.

Sullivan was surprised and also aroused at the realism of the sketched illustrations. The male and female in the drawings were always completely nude. They appeared to be in their early 30′s given that they were attractive but not overly “buff”. The illustrations near the beginning showed variations on foreplay, while the later sketches had the textbook-lovers in multiple positions of unconcealed sexual penetration.

Sarah spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “How about if I start near the beginning and explain things?”

“Uh-huh,” Sullivan responded with his eyes fixed on the first drawing.

“Okay, I’ll go straight to the foreplay section. Here is an illustration of a simple kiss.” The artist rendering showed a close-up of the lovers’ faces with eyes closed and relaxed lips just meeting. Sarah turned to look at Sullivan, “And it looks like a good kiss, too!” Sullivan calmly moved his mouth down to hers for a copy of the same kiss, which they held for several seconds.

“Well!” Sarah exclaimed catching her breath, “I’d say we have that mastered!”

Sullivan flushed, “I agree with you! But I think we have a great kiss because of you!”

“And I think it’s because of you!” she retorted in giggles. They snuggled closer and kissed passionately this time, with Sullivan caressing her upturned face and with Sarah clinging against his warm thigh and hip. They resumed their reading position.

Sarah flipped past a couple of pages. “Here’s something interesting. It’s a foreplay technique that uses massage.”

“You mean there’s more to foreplay than just making out?” Sullivan said half-jokingly.

Sarah continued the kidding. “You bet there is mister. You’re going to have to put some work into this.” Sarah moved her positioning on the couch and nudged Sullivan. “Hop up and you massage me first.”

Sullivan acted as if he was objecting, “I thought we were just going to read the book.”

“You started this whole idea. You might as well learn it right,” she smiled back at him. Sullivan stood by the couch as Sarah stretched out on her stomach and propped up on her elbows to continue reading the textbook.

“You’re supposed to start at the extremities and massage toward the torso.”

Sullivan took a moment to admire Sarah’s figure reclining on the couch. Her clothing hugged her body in the good places and she adjusted her position in a way that was especially attractive. Sullivan found himself looking hungrily at Sarah’s cute little ass, wondering if that should be part of the massage. About that time Sarah commented, “You do not have to touch erotic body parts for this to be good foreplay.”

Sullivan began with Sarah’s feet after she kicked off her shoes. He was encouraged by her response.

“Oh that feels good, especially on the bottom of my feet!”

By the time Sullivan had moved up to her ankles Sarah was relaxing with eyes closed and her cheek resting on the book. It almost gave Sullivan a jolt as he stole a secret moment to admire her calm innocent face.

Sullivan took the liberty of lifting Sarah’s legs one at a time to push her jeans up some. She accepted his actions without question and without tensing. He kneaded Sarah’s calves then palmed up past her knees, without daring to go further.

Sullivan switched to Sarah’s hands, arms, neck, and back. She stated her appreciation at various times however the massage was somewhat technical and not at all erotic.

“Okay, that was nice,” breathed Sarah as she straightened to a seated position. “Now it’s your turn.”

As they traded positions Sarah assumed the role of the instructor. “This type of foreplay is really just a kind of erotic massage.”

Sullivan settled into position on his belly and Sarah continued, “The whole idea is to tease and caress.”

Sarah began by working her fingers into Sullivan’s scalp, but her touch was gentle. Sullivan dreamily closed his eyes and visibly relaxed.

She worked on Sullivan’s hands and spent some time lightly touching his forearms in a way that was more like discovering than massaging. When Sarah got to Sullivan’s back she placed her palms under his shirt and stroked his tingling skin. Her last moves across his upper body ended with a light raking of her fingertips down his sides, and then across the tops of his buttocks.

Sarah moved to Sullivan’s feet and ankles. She struggled to work her hands under the cuffs of his khakis. Without warning Sullivan flipped onto his back, undid his pants, and threw them on the floor almost in one hurried motion before turning back onto his stomach.

“Ooh!” Sarah called as she recoiled back. When she returned her attention to Sullivan’s motionless form she could see he was wearing one of his brief Speedo swimming suits instead of underwear.

“Well, I guess that’s a good idea,” she commented. Sullivan exhaled with anticipation.

Sarah proceeded to run her hands up the back of Sullivan’s calves. Before long she lost herself in admiring and caressing Sullivan’s muscular legs. She moved up to his thighs, careful to only touch the outside of his legs. Her palms ran higher with each movement until she was actually passing over his hips and firmly clutching his mid-section.

Almost imperceptibly, Sarah allowed her thumbs to pass closer and closer to the tender insides of Sullivan’s thighs. When Sullivan spread his legs wider she knew that he was aware of what she was doing. With each stroking movement she passed closer to his butt, and at the last moment she passed her hands to the outside of his hips again.

At this point Sullivan had not made a sound. Finally Sarah held her breath and very blatantly passed one hand up the inside of his leg, allowing her knuckles to barely graze his bathing suit. She was probably unaware that she had actually touched his testicles where they were tucked neatly inside the suit.

“Aahhh!!” groaned Sullivan.

Sarah concluded with several long stroking hand movements that appeared to accidentally pass ever-so-lightly over Sullivan’s twitching buttocks. With a flushed face Sarah slowly straightened, “How was that?”

Sullivan took a long breath, “Oh man! Now I understand what you’re talking about. That was hot!”

Sullivan was slow to get up until Sarah said, “Okay, it’s my turn. Now for the front side.”

Sarah nestled herself into the cushions of the couch and looked up at Sullivan. Her eyes were wide with expectation as she smiled openly and innocently at him. Sullivan gently seized one of her hands, bent low, and kissed her with passion. Only their hands and lips touched.

When Sullivan finally stood straight they were both breathing deeply. They grinned at each other as he knelt beside her. This time Sullivan made no attempt to hide what might seem to be a leering expression. He took plenty of time feasting his eyes on her while she smiled back at him. Sarah had a large chest with average sized breasts, but it left the overall impression of a very attractive bosom, especially the way her torso moved up and down with her heavy breathing. She had a small waist and nice butt so that in this reclined position the small of her back did not quite touch the couch pad.

“You are beautiful!” was all he could think to say. Judging from Sarah’s expression, apparently that was enough.

Sullivan did not quite know where to start touching her, but it only took a few seconds for him to figure something. With only fingertips, Sullivan glided over Sarah’s face and she responded by closing her eyes. He noticed that Sarah’s lips had turned a shade of purple.

Sullivan continued with the slow light touch onto her fingers, hands, arms, and across her collarbone. On an impulse he lightly ran his fingers downward over her silky blouse toward Sarah’s heaving breasts. She did not object and kept her eyes closed but her breathing did get faster. Instead of actually placing his hands on her breasts he leaned forward and gave Sarah a moist kiss.

Ch. 09 – ‘Skip to the Good Part’ with Sarah and Sullivan

“I want to keep reading that sex education book of yours! That’s the best book I’ve ever heard of!” exclaimed Sullivan.

After some chuckling Sarah said, “Well…Okay.”

They grinned at each other until Sullivan remembered something that gave him a sinking feeling of dread. “Uh, Sarah…after our last time together I promised myself that I would avoid making you feel bad like that again.”

“Oh, that’s okay.”

“Well,” continued Sullivan, “I hope you think this is okay.” Sullivan opened the cabinet above the couch and pulled out a drugstore bag. He presented the contents to Sarah, a small purple box.

Sarah looked at it with confusion and Sullivan proceeded to explain, “I went to the pharmacy and bought contraceptive foam…just to make sure we could not have an accident.”

Sullivan studied Sarah closely as understanding crossed her face. He could not read her reaction. She just looked at the box without emotion.

Sarah stood up with the purple box in hand, and brightened. “I think it’s time for a bathroom break.”

Sullivan paced until she returned. He went ahead to the bathroom also. It occurred to him that he had just poured cold water on their hot evening.

When Sullivan got back to the room Sarah was still in her panties, laid out on the bed facing the ceiling and looking over the sex education book. She could have been alone in her own room she looked so relaxed and secure, and beautiful.

“I decided you have a good idea.” Sarah commented in a matter-of-fact manner. “If we’re going to keep practicing what this book teaches we’d better have a safety net. So I went ahead and applied the foam.”

Sullivan was relieved and blurted out impulsively, “I think you make the best girlfriend ever!”

Sarah slowly radiated a smile at Sullivan in response to that comment. “Do you think of me as your girlfriend?”

Sullivan beamed a wide smile back to her, “I sure do, if you would like me to.”

Sarah was obviously pleased and happy as she turned to look pensively at the ceiling, “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

Sarah clearly expected them to continue their foreplay games. With a surge of confidence Sullivan approached the reclining and grinning Sarah. He knelt by the couch, touched her chin, and kissed her deeply as she placed her palm on his cheek. Sullivan kissed her neck just under her ear, and her collar bone, then the valley area directly between her breasts.

“Ooh!” Sarah giggled.

Sullivan pulled up her blouse enough to expose her smooth trembling belly. He kissed Sarah just above the navel causing her to coo her approval.

Sullivan straightened enough to admire her body and the way her panties pressed on her hip bones. Sullivan ran his hands along Sarah’s legs and kissed her inner thigh. Sarah remained still with only an occasional gasp as he caressed her.

Sullivan moved back up to Sarah’s panties and took a chance. He placed a light kiss on the flat part of her panty covered belly, just above the swell of her pubic mound.

“OOOH!” Sarah giggled and even shook her legs to relieve the erotic tension she was clearly feeling.

Sullivan couldn’t help but to focus directly on Sarah’s panty covered vagina just a few inches away. Her rapid breathing caused the area to pulsate. Her pussy lips looked swollen and helped to form a camel toe that he could not resist. Sullivan leaned in and gently kissed Sarah right on her tender pussy opening.

“YIKES!” Sarah doubled up around Sullivan’s head laughing and squealing. “You’re getting ahead of the book!”

Sullivan wasn’t thinking about the book and he wasn’t even thinking about teasing foreplay. He climbed up on the couch with Sarah and intertwined his bare legs with hers as they snuggled side by side and kissed passionately. Sullivan ran his hands down her back and slipped his fingers into the back of her panties to seize her bare ass cheeks. Sarah did not stop him. Instead she responded with desire by gently laying her hands on his butt, and they settled together in a hot embrace.

Sullivan could not get enough of feeling her warm smooth skin. He allowed his hands to wander all over Sarah and she seemed to enjoy it. He felt every contour of Sarah’s back under her blouse, eventually making a move to lift it completely over her head. Sarah willingly lifted up to help make herself totally nude except for her panties which were also getting a workout.

As she lost her blouse Sarah gently grasped Sullivan’s shirttail inviting him to also lose his shirt. He did not need to be told twice. Sullivan slipped out of his shirt and in a motion also stripped out of his Speedo. Sarah did not seem surprised that they were now totally naked except for her panties.

As if they read each other’s minds the young lovers were tantalizingly slow to resume their side-by-side embrace. They intuitively knew the feel of skin-on-skin would be more thrilling if done slowly. First they entangled legs and then arms. Sullivan and Sarah held their breaths as their naked torsos touched.

“Aahhh!!” expelled from their hot lungs.

Sarah’s nude tits bounced gently over Sullivan’s muscular shuddering chest. He placed his hands inside Sarah’s panties again to grasp her naked ass-cheeks, and then pulled hard to complete their almost naked embrace.

Sarah was breathing hard and rapidly. She pulled on Sullivan indicating he should get on top of her. Sullivan’s blood pounded violently in his ears and in his vibrating cock as he rolled into position above her. She was wearing her panties but he was looking forward to stretching them as much as he could.

Sarah raised her knees in order to caress Sullivan’s hips with the inside of her thighs and calves. Sullivan laid his erect and bare penis on her stomach, and then slid lower with intense anticipation. Sarah took in a deep long breath as she felt the head of his penis approaching the entrance to her panty covered pussy opening.

“SShhhh!” was the sound from their sharp intake of breaths. Sarah spread her knees wider as Sullivan’s cockhead fell directly onto the soft wet spot that was poorly protected by her thin panties.

“UUnngghh!” they both grunted as Sullivan’s hips flexed and the head of his cock pushed on her tender opening.

Sullivan was busily grasping Sarah’s gyrating ass-cheeks, with his hands pinned between her and the couch. Her panties were forgotten as they stretched to their elastic limits. Sullivan began to thrust with enthusiasm against the panty barrier to Sarah’s hot pussy, and Sarah eagerly pushed back against him. They seemed to take turns with their lovemaking moans.

“AAhhh!… AAhhh!… AAhhh!…” said Sarah.

“UUngh!… UUngh!… UUngh!…” said Sullivan.

The full weight of Sullivan chest road on Sarah’s bouncing upper body. She did not seem to be shy or hesitant, and Sullivan certainly was not. If anything, both of them increased their passion, tempo, and volume.

“AAHHH!… AAHHH!… AAHHH!…” said Sarah.

“UUNGH!… UUNGH!… UUNGH!…” said Sullivan.

Almost to the point of being out of breath, Sullivan began to hope Sarah’s panties would move to one side. Possibly due to Sullivan stretching their position on Sarah’s ass, they magically began to move. Sullivan’s dick immediately sensed the spot where more skin was exposed.

Sarah did not slow down and neither did Sullivan. They knew the panties were travelling and Sarah even cocked her hips to one side so that his dick could have better access to her throbbing cunt.

Suddenly the panties slipped all the way to the side and the head of Sullivan’s dick firmly seated itself in her pulsing opening.

“AAHHH!!!” they both croaked, and froze in position.

In the lust-filled fog of Sullivan’s mind he was aware that Sarah was breathing heavily and also that her legs were spread wide. Slowly Sullivan pushed.

“AAAGGNNHHH!!!” Sarah almost yelled as the head of Sullivan’s aching dick popped into Sarah’s grasping hot pussy.

Sarah squirmed on her back with her knees up on either side of Sullivan’s hips. Sullivan moved his hips around without going deeper.

“OOHH..SHHITT!!” Sarah yelled as Sullivan worked the head of his cock around in her opening. Still, Sarah’s legs were relaxed in the open position as she continued to writhe around beneath him.

Sullivan pulled back allowing the head of his dick to pop back just outside her pussy. His dick maintained pressure on her opening and his hands squeezed her moist ass. He pressed with his cock.

“AAHHHH!!!” Sarah groaned. Sullivan’s cockhead popped into her again, and travelled an inch further. Sarah’s thighs closed against Sullivan’s sides, she squirmed, and then slowly her thighs opened again.

Sullivan withdrew to just outside her pussy again. He slowly pushed.

“UUNNGGHH!!!” Sullivan was the one grunting this time. Electric nerve-endings over the length of his dick caused explosive sensations in his brain. He was able to sink his cock into Sarah a couple of inches.

“Oh Sullivan, I don’t know about this.” Sarah squeezed his sides with her thighs and tensed her body, signaling that she was having second thoughts about doing this.

Sullivan was quick to reply, “It’s okay Sarah, it’s okay…” Sullivan knew he had to withdraw, however his body was resistant to exiting the hot wet channel. Sarah and Sullivan remained locked together until Sullivan could relax and actually pull back.

“Oooo!” Sarah winced in disappointment as the head of Sullivan’s dick popped back out of her pussy.

Sullivan moved smoothly and with purpose. They were way too energized to actually stop. Without hesitation he placed his hand down the front of Sarah’s stretched and twisted panties while he settled down beside her again.

“Oh!” Sarah said without objection, apparently grateful for the change in position. Sullivan’s mouth latched onto Sarah’s nearest nipple as his fingers busily found her clitoris. Sarah arched her back toward him and faintly twitched her hips in concert with his hand.

“Aaahhh!” she groaned with eyes closed and head tilted up. Sarah’s arm waived in the air and settled on Sullivan’s hip. Her hand fell easily on Sullivan’s raging cock and she gently stroked him with her fingertips.

“UUNGH!” he grunted.

Sullivan became aware of how restricting Sarah’s panties were to his movements. He pulled down on them and Sarah raised her hips to help him, without ever losing contact with his dick. He pitched this last piece of their garments to the floor and returned his hand to Sarah’s eager pussy.

“AAHHH!” she purred and bucked as Sullivan inserted a finger into her tight slick channel. Sullivan kissed Sarah passionately while moving his finger alternately along her clitoris and into her channel up to his knuckles.

Sarah slowly built up enthusiasm for this stroking of her genitals. Her hips went from a feeble shudder to unreserved bucking up and down. At times she would bridge up with only her shoulder blades and heels touching the couch, and hold that position. Sullivan knew to accelerate his finger action when she bridged up like that.

Finally Sarah let go of his dick and gave him a little direction. She gently but somewhat frantically moved his hand so that she could have access to her clitoris, saying, “Let me do this part.”

Sullivan understood. She stroked her clitoris at blinding speed as he inserted his finger in her vagina. Sarah’s expression almost communicated pain but it simply indicated intense concentration in her build up to an orgasm. She gritted her teeth and slammed her hips down every few seconds.

As Sarah built to a crescendo, Sullivan inserted a second finger. Sarah went crazy.

“AAHHHHHH!!!” she grimaced and bucked up and down with the throes of her climax. Sullivan could barely keep up with her as he plunged his fingers back and forth.

Suddenly Sarah pulled Sullivan on top of her. She kissed him passionately as she positioned him on top of her. Sarah was clearly still having an orgasm but apparently also wanted the feel of his dick again.

Every fiber in Sullivan’s body was intent on placing the head of his dick at Sarah’s pussy opening. But she was not exactly holding still and his cock bounced aimlessly against her. Sarah’s chin lifted up as her hips moved all over the place in anticipation. Of course Sarah and Sullivan managed to work together and make his probes land closer and closer to the target. They were both frantically hunching in the air above the couch.

“UNGHHH!” they both grunted when the head of his dick lodged at her hot opening. Their two bodies formed a trembling arch above the couch surface. Sarah was almost delirious as she called out in frustration while still jerking her hips toward him.

“Uh?… Uh?… Uh?…” she said, and Sullivan got the hint. He carefully pressed against her. The head of his dick easily slid past that first resistance and into her intensely warm pussy.

“AAHhhh!!” called out Sarah in relief. She slowly relaxed her body to lie on the couch with her thighs caressing Sullivan’s sides. He carefully rode down with her never allowing his dick to lose its place. Her eyes were closed and she took a deep breath, “THAT’S what I’ve been needing!”

Sarah squirmed under Sullivan and used her thighs to alternately squeeze him then open for him. She hooked her hands under his armpits to grip his shoulders and pull. Sullivan moved with her to gently grind his cockhead just inside the entrance of her vagina.

“If we keep this going I might have another orgasm!” groaned Sarah. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed.

Sullivan did a quick assessment and decided he probably could keep doing this “just-the-tip” sex indefinitely. It was exciting but since it was only the head of his cock he could manage to control himself.

“Okay, I think I can do that,” he said. Sullivan was propped above her so that their bodies touched without his having to rest his full weight on her. They were able to rub the full length of their bodies together for maximum skin friction while also teasingly grating their genitals together.

Sullivan moved his hips in circles causing his cockhead to work a similar pattern at the entrance to Sarah’s vagina. She carefully mirrored his hip movements at first. But before long Sarah was enthusiastically gyrating on the couch, gasping and heaving with Sullivan’s dick poised just inside her pussy.

“Oohh!…Oohh!” she exclaimed with her chin up and her lips a deep purple color. She kept pressing upward against Sullivan as if to get more penetration, but Sullivan carefully stayed just barely at her pussy. “Go just a little deeper,” she finally said.

Sullivan tried to be patient. He cautiously tensed his frame as Sarah’s eager body strained toward him.

“AAHHHH!! THAT’S JUST RIGHT!!” Sarah croaked as her hot pussy stretched to take an inch of Sullivan’s girth.

“UNGHH!!” grunted Sullivan at the almost unbearable impulse to clinch his buttocks and fully enter her. Sarah’s pussy was warm and moist, and the sensations were heightened by her erotic movements.

Sarah started to get animated. Sullivan just tried to keep up with her. As she rotated and moved back and forth, Sullivan mirrored her movements. His cock was still only an inch inside her pussy, but they were making the most of it.

“Oh Yeah!…Oh Yeah!…” she kept saying. Her hips shook with intense movements and Sullivan simply vibrated his cockhead in and out using the one inch length available to him. Apparently that was the right thing to do.

“OHHH..YEAHHHH!!” Sarah yelled signaling her orgasm, “OHHH..YEAHHHH!!”

Sarah’s hips bounced powerfully up, down, left, and right. It was difficult for Sullivan to maintain his place in her pussy. In fact it was difficult to even stay in her pussy. Sarah pulled him toward her with her hands and thighs.

Sullivan was on his knees and elbows with his chest rubbing on Sarah’s vibrant tits. But his foggy mind was totally consumed with the feel of his aching dick just inside Sarah’s gyrating pussy. He had to get further in there.

“AAHHH!!” Sarah groaned as Sullivan pulled back then went in deeper. Her thighs remained open and Sullivan retreated, in order to go back for more. She gripped him with her thighs and then opened them when he descended toward her.

“OOHHHH!!” Sarah squealed grimacing in passion and turning her face with closed eyes. She was still trembling in the throes of her orgasm. Sarah gripped his shoulders hard for a firm upper body hug. Sullivan was about half way in, but his dick met resistance. He instinctively pushed steady against Sarah’s virgin channel.

Sarah closed her legs on Sullivan as if considering stopping. He rotated his hips without pressing. Sarah slowly opened her legs and gyrated her hips to help him get deeper.

“AAAHHH!!” they both exclaimed as his dick made a small amount of progress while her damp pussy stretched and got used to his bulk. Sullivan was in far enough that he could start working in and out more effectively.

“AH!!… AH!!… AH!!…” Sarah exclaimed with each of his thrusts. She continued to work her thighs against his hips, always opening up as he entered further and further.

“UNGHH!!” they both grunted finally as their pubic bones collided. They looked into each other’s eyes for an instant, before continuing. Sullivan slowly withdrew almost completely, then just as slowly went back in all the way until their pubic bones mashed together. Even then he ground his hips trying to get even deeper.

“AAHHH!!” Sarah moaned totally lost in passion. They began to thrust against each other, but Sullivan would not last much longer.

“UNGHH!!… UNGHH!!… UNGHH!!…” he grunted with each thrust, blind to the rest of the world. He could feel his balls churning and getting ready to launch their load.

“AAHH!!… AAHH!!… AAHH!!…” exclaimed Sarah, pulling him into her more and more forcefully with her legs on his sides, and hands hooked under his arms.

“Ohh!…My!…GAWDDD!!!” Sullivan croaked. His back muscles seized up from his neck to his heels as he buried his cock into Sarah’s pussy. Sullivan’s genitals released the warm fluid with force into Sarah’s grasping channel. Sarah hugged him tight and pulled on him with her thighs.

“UNGHHhhh!!” Sullivan groaned as his back muscles continued to clinch and force him into Sarah, even as his orgasm was subsiding. He could feel Sarah’s pussy pulsing around his dick.

As Sullivan’s mind cleared he became more considerate of Sarah. “I must be heavy on you,” he said. His soft dick was still inside her warm channel and he made a weak move to roll off of her.

“No,” she whispered hoarsely, “you feel good right where you are.”

Sullivan relaxed and allowed his total weight to sink onto Sarah’s hot body. She continued to hug him with her arms even after relaxing her legs.

Their breathing slowed to normal but Sullivan remained comfortably on top of her with his soft dick still in her wet channel. He turned his head away so that he wouldn’t be blowing air into her face. Sullivan relaxed so completely that he even lost consciousness for a few seconds. Sarah had her eyes open and was still hugging Sullivan’s torso.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep. Knowing that Sullivan would not hear her, Sarah silently whispered, “I…love…you”.

But he did hear it. Sullivan slowly turned his head and placed his lips against Sarah’s ear. He spoke just above a whisper, “I love you, Sarah.”

Back Dive at the Pool

“Now Sarah, don’t hurt yourself trying to do this. There’s nothing wrong with getting a ‘B’ in this course.”

Sarah was climbing up the ladder onto the low board. She was determined to do this back dive in order to get an ‘A’. She smiled reassuringly at the coach, but he was obviously still concerned for her.

“Come on Sarah! You can do it!” called out Sarah’s friend Janet from the poolside. Several others in the class chimed in with encouragement also. But there was tension in the air because everyone remembered that Sarah could not even come close to doing a back dive the last time they saw her try.

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