Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
GOOD KARMA 1: BRANDI
By Wojo Martin
This will be the first in a series of fairly lighthearted stories about a good-natured high school boy who finds himself the beneficiary of a fortunate rumor.
Teen male/teen female, virginity, oral.
Zebulun O’Down was simply a good guy. He helped people out whenever he could. He didn’t know any other way to behave when he saw someone in need. He didn’t really think about how all the good karma he earned would ever come back to him someday. But thanks to a clever and slightly profane little freshman girl, it came back around in a wonderful way.
The bathrooms were full inside the crowded beer bash thrown by Zeb’s best friend Matt, another junior at Saint Rita’s High School. He headed outside to take a whizz and soon heard someone grunting in the bushes outside of the house. He smiled a little. Someone was getting lucky from the sound of it. Good for them. Sex was good; Zeb really liked it. It made him happy when other people got a little something to make them happy. He turned to walk around the other side of the house.
Suddenly he heard a girl’s voice cry out in anger. “No! Goddamit, I said no, fucker! OW!” He took that as a call for help, and he only knew one way to behave when he heard one of those. He stepped through the bushes and found a senior boy kneeling behind a tiny girl he was holding down on all fours by pinning her neck to the ground. Her skirt was flipped up over her ass and her panties were around her knees. “I said no!” she squeaked, sounding a little more terrified than angry this time. She had probably meant to shout, but she was pinned down in a way that prevented her getting much breath.
“Get off her, Bobby,” Zeb said firmly.
“Fuck off, O’Down,” the boy snarled.
“I don’t like fighting, Bobby. But you let that girl go right now or I will kick your ass.”
Bobby got up slowly and turned to face Zeb. Bobby was a little bigger, but Zeb figured he could hold his own with him. Bobby thought about it for a second, but then just shook his head. “Fucking pussy,” he said and went back to the house, giving Zeb a wide berth. Apparently people who were big enough to fight back weren’t Bobby’s idea of fun.
“You okay?” Zeb asked as the girl rolled over. She sat and cried for a little bit, struggling to regain her composure. He sort of knew her. She was a freshman at Rita’s. She wiped away a few tears; more followed, but the flow was definitely slowing. “Cyndi, right?”
“Mindi. Thanks, Zeb. You are the most awesome guy.” She pulled up her panties. “He would have done it,” she said and shuddered a little. Zeb was impressed by the way she hadn’t fallen to pieces. Mindi was a tough little girl, alright. “What a fucking creep.”
“He always kind of struck me that way. Can I help, Mindi?”
“Walk me home?”
“Sure,” he said. She held out her hand. He helped her up. She kept his hand, which was a good thing. She still wasn’t very steady on her feet. “You’re a Heights Girl, right?”
“Yep. It’s going to be a long walk. Hope you don’t mind.” He knew he wouldn’t mind walking her there. It was the trip back that would be a little lonely, but he was a big boy; he could handle missing an hour of Matt’s party to help a brave little girl who had just had an extremely close call.
They headed north toward the richest part of town. They were silent for a few minutes, and Mindi seemed to find her balance quite a bit better as the chilly air sobered her up a bit. “I must have done something right,” she said. Zeb looked at her with a slightly confused expression on his face. “I went from a lifetime of therapy to a walk home with the nicest guy in school. Karma’s rewarding me for something. Wonder what it was.”
“Karma, huh? Not really a believer, but I’m glad I happened by. Not just for you, either. I think I’m getting a cool new friend out of this.”
She squeezed his hand and managed a smile. She really was a brave little thing. They walked quietly for another long moment. “Fucker caught me when I wasn’t ready, or I would have put up a better fight,” she said, breaking the silence. “I was squatting down taking a pee and he came at me from behind.”
“What a fuck-knob,” Zeb said. “Look, if you want to tell, I can back up your part of the story. I think he’s eighteen. You could get him put away. Your friend karma has a way of paying rapists back in prison.”
“If I told, I’d get half the junior and senior classes busted… and your buddy Matt’s throwing the party. He’d really get nailed to the wall for throwing the ‘rape party.’ No, I’ll get Bobby back. My friends and I will get him good. Sometimes I like to give karma a little help. The less you know, the better, okay?”
“Okay. Your call.”
“You know why he did it, right?”
“I can’t even begin to understand why a guy would do that to a nice little girl like you.”
Mindi laughed. “I’m not a nice little girl, Zeb. Well, I can be, but I get wild, too. You know what they say about Heights Girls, right?” Zeb nodded. Everybody knew they were supposedly as wild as they were rich, and they were pretty fucking rich. “Some guys like Bobby think if a girl fucks a boy at a party she wants every cock in town.” Mindi stopped and looked at Zeb. “I let a senior fuck me at the last party, and I got pretty crazy. I like fucking, and I really liked the boy. I don’t like Bobby and his buddies, but he just figures I’m community property because I talked to all my girls about how much fun I had fucking the other guy.”
“I don’t care what he thinks. You said no pretty clearly.” That was the end of it for Zeb. He’d had a few girls tell him no, and he’d always stopped cold. Happily, he’d had a few say yes, too. They hadn’t been as cute as Mindi, though. Even slightly drunk with a couple grass stains on her forehead and streaks from tears on her cheeks, the little black haired freshman girl was quite a treat for the eyes.
“I always wanted to get to know you, Zeb. Everyone says you’re a sweet guy.” She kissed him. It wasn’t a “come fuck me” kiss. It was kind of tender and laced with appreciation for his good deed. They walked on then. Zeb began to really like the way her tiny hand felt in his. She changed the subject and chatted non-stop about school and people they both knew. She was profane and funny. Zeb felt a little sad when they reached the basement entrance to her house. “Wanna sneak in? We have a nice basement rec room and my parents will be sound asleep. They get pretty ripped on Fridays. Mom’s friends from work are a pretty rowdy bunch.”
“I’m tempted, but you’re drunk, and you’ve been through a lot tonight.”
“I guess it would be a pretty dumb thing to do. But dumb can be fun, and I like you. Besides, I owe you something for sticking your neck out for me. Bobby might come back after you when he has friends around him.”
“I have friends, too.”
“Yes, you do, Zeb. Lots of them from what I can tell. You definitely made a new one tonight. So… you coming inside with a friend?”
“Mindi, you make me that offer sober and on a different night and I’ll be inside before you manage to unlock the door.”
“I’ll bear that in mind,” she said with a naughty smile. “In the meantime, I’ll think of an even better way to pay back the favor I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t want you to fuck me as a favor anyway. If we do it, I want it to be because we like each other, okay?”
“Okay, Zeb. I’m gonna do something nice for you, though; I’ll give karma a little push in your direction, too.” She gave him another kiss and headed inside, casting one last tempting glance over her shoulder. Zeb found out on Monday that Mindi really knew how to pay back a favor.
It took Zeb a little while to figure out that his friends were sticking close to him. Mindi had made a couple calls to Zeb’s buddies, and a whole squad of guys responded with a “Hell, yeah. We got Zeb’s back.” Word was out that anyone who messed with him was going to feel a world of shit crashing down on them. But that was just the beginning of the odd things that kept happening all day. Freshman and sophomore Heights Girls popped out of the woodwork everywhere he went, and they all smiled at him and called him by name.
An unusual number of books slipped from girls’ arms as he passed by. When he instinctively returned them, the girls all gave very inviting smiles and introduced themselves. If it wasn’t dropped books, it was stuck locker doors or lost contact lenses. Zeb was a very busy boy, and the friends at his side seemed incredibly amused by the whole thing.
Zeb found Mindi with a crowd of her friends at lunch. She was very different from the way she had been Friday night. She almost swooned when he approached and asked if he could talk to her in private. The girls around her tittered and looked at him like he was a rock star. When he got her alone in the alcove by the juice machines she gave him a sly smile. Matt, whose turn it seemed to be to keep an eye on Zeb had stopped at the corner and looked the other way. Zeb turned to Mindi and returned her smile. “What gives, Mindi?”
“Well, there seems to be a rumor that you took me up on my offer.”
“That makes me seem like a bit of a creep,” he said.
“No, I heard that the actual deed took place on Saturday after I called you five times begging you to come over.” Zeb tried to respond, but Mindi continued. “It’s an incredibly detailed rumor. Supposedly, you finally gave in and we did it for hours and I came at least five or six times but we lost count.”
“Oh, yes. The person who started this rumor said that you fucked me so good that I almost swoon every time you come near me now. We’re just friends, though. Neither of us is ready for a serious relationship. Apparently, the Heights Girls all think that no boy at this school has ever satisfied a girl like you did me. You are supposedly a very gentle and patient teacher, and if a girl fucks you she will reach undiscovered heights of ecstasy. Any freshman girl would be a fool not to learn from the master.”
“What? How can I ever live up to that?”
“Sex is more than half mental, Zeb. Just go with it. If a freshman girl believes she’s getting something special, her mind will make it into something really special.”
“Mindi, are you an angel or the Devil?”
“I’m a little bit of both.” She kissed him and left, affecting the air of a girl who was living in Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream.”
Zeb was a moral guy, but he was also a guy with a normal teenage libido. Plus, sex had always been fun for him. He loved the sharing aspect of the whole thing. Good sex was a form of helping in a way. The boy and the girl helped each other feel good. He decided he wasn’t going to seek out any of these freshman girls, but if any of them really wanted to try him on for size… what the hell?
The first one bold enough to take it past flirting was Brandi Mallone, a tall, thin redhead freshman from the JV basketball team. Zeb knew her better than he knew Mindi. She was more confident than most of the girls at school, even older and prettier ones. Brandi had a lot to offer, and she knew it. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl at school, but she was cute. She was one of those girls that guys felt comfortable around because she was comfortable around them. She didn’t try any tricks to get Zeb’s attention. She just approached him with a friendly smile. She wasn’t afraid to show her braces when she smiled, and Zeb liked that. “Hi, Zeb. How you doing today?”
“Pretty good, Brandi. I heard they were thinking about moving you up to varsity for the tourney.”
“Yeah. I won’t play unless both Brittani and Marissa get in foul trouble, but they do that once in a while. It’s hard for us tall girls not to just wail on somebody when they try to shoot in the paint.”
“Well, you’ll do a good job. You had 21 against St. Kate’s last week.”
“You actually watched the JV game? No one ever really pays attention to us.”
“I didn’t really watch the game, Brandi. I just sort of watched you. Tall pretty redheads are hard to not notice.”
She showed that smile, and Zeb felt a strong compulsion to kiss her. He didn’t press it. “So, wanna come over and help me with my homework tonight?” she asked.
“You get straight A’s from what I hear, Brandi.”
“Then we won’t have to spend too much time on the schoolwork part. Here’s my address,” she said writing it on his notebook. “Stop by around seven, my mom will be out until at least ten.” She kissed him on the cheek and headed off to class. She probably aced whatever assignment she got there. Zeb had a hell of a hard time focusing on his.
He arrived at about 7:02. He drove around the block an extra few times so he didn’t arrive early. She answered the door wearing light gray sweat pants and a pale blue t-shirt. He hadn’t seen her in pants before, only a school skirt or a basketball uniform. The soft cloth of her form-fitting but casual outfit showed that she had a little more curve to her than he had thought. She looked fantastic.
She took him by the hand, and ushered him into her huge house. She kissed him on the lips right after he got inside, but didn’t stick her tongue down his throat or grab his ass. She had a nice sense of being forward without being pushy. “My room’s upstairs,” she said, softly. “Wait just a second, though.” She stepped away from him and turned toward the living room. “KEVIN!” she shouted, and a gangly twelve-year-old appeared in the doorway. “If you come upstairs in the next three hours I show mom the internet history from when you used my laptop last week.” Kevin nodded and went back in the living room. He really didn’t seem all that interested in her business in the first place, but it was nice to know he was out of the way for the evening. Kevin had done a double-take when he looked at Zeb, and the second time he had smiled. Brandi took Zeb by the hand and led him to her room.
Zeb looked around the room. Half of it was pink and pretty, and half of it was covered with Tennessee Lady Vols’ memorabilia. “This room is definitely you,” he said. She looked at him in a way that asked for a bit more explanation. “Pretty and sporty all at the same time.”
She kissed him again. “You don’t recognize Kevin, do you?”
“Two years ago you were walking past the grade school and saw a kid wipe out on his bike and sprain his wrist. You helped him back into the school.”
“That’s him? Geez, he’s almost six feet tall now.”
“Well, Dad’s six-nine.” She smiled as a little grimace flickered across Zeb’s face. “He’s also in Arizona. My folks are divorced.” He didn’t know if he should look sad, but Brandi’s smile reassured him.
“Your braces are sexy. I love that light blue line on them.”
“Thanks, Zeb. Um, can I be honest with you?”
“Have you ever been anything else?”
“I don’t believe Mindi’s story.”
“Oh.” He didn’t know where to go from there. Brandi saved him by continuing.
“But it got me thinking. You’re really a nice guy, and really cute.”
“Thanks, Brandi. Really, thanks.”
“And I haven’t really had time for boyfriends—with basketball and classes and band and forensics and half-a-dozen other ‘ands.’ But I like boys, and I really kind of want to do some of the things the other girls are doing, but without throwing myself at drunk guys at parties. I don’t go to parties anyway because of training rules.”
“So… even though I don’t buy the whole ‘sex god’ story, I was kind of hoping we could… have some fun together.”
“How much fun?”
“I’m not sure, Zeb. I’ve never had TOO much fun, but I think I want to try. But would you get mad if I changed my mind and didn’t go all the way?”
“Brandi, if all we did was make out a little, I would still think it was a good night and not go home feeling anything but lucky.”
“Thanks for that,” she said with a smile. She kissed him then, nice and easy. This was rapidly becoming a normal boy-girl thing for Zeb. The only difference was that he liked the girl a lot more than most. Well, that and the fact that at six-foot-one she was three inches taller than him. When he slid his hands down her back, he was amazed by how graceful the curve of it was. He had seen her in basketball shorts and liked the shape of what he saw, but it was different to run his hands over the gentle slope of her upper backside. When he saw her on the court or in her school skirt, he didn’t get to hear her gentle breathing, either. And he didn’t get to feel the gentle push of her braces on his lip, either. Everything about her felt right to him. “This is really nice,” she whispered. “I only kissed a couple of times before. You really know how to do it.”
Zeb guessed he did. A couple girls had told him he was a good kisser before. He had thought that it was really just them being nice. When Brandi said it, he finally decided to believe it. He snuck his tongue into her mouth. She slid hers into his as well. She did it nice and easy. He thought that might describe her style pretty well. She was relaxed and took things as they came. Being with Brandi put Zeb at ease and made him feel confident. He wondered if he was doing the same for her. She put one of her long slender hands on his butt, and he decided things were pretty relaxed on her end as well. He decided to slide a hand down to grip her bottom fully and let the other wander up to her breast as he moved his kisses to her neck. Her breasts were small, but defined. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. A second check with his lower hand confirmed that she wasn’t wearing panties either. “You have a beautiful body,” he said softly.
“You too. I-um—kind of have always liked your butt. Even better in blue jeans than in school slacks.” She kissed him and massaged his butt through his jeans as he tenderly played at hers through her thin sweats. She pushed gently against him with her hips. “Take me to bed, Zeb. I still might back out, but I don’t think so. You have protection, right? Not every Heights Girl is on the pill.”
“I do… if we get that far. Don’t feel like you have to.” She led him to the bed and laid him down. She snuggled into his side and propped herself up on her elbow. She looked into his face and lazily ran her fingers up and down his chest. “You have gorgeous hands,” he said. She kissed him, but then went back to studying his face as she stroked his chest.
“Zeb, I just want to tell you that ever since you helped my little brother—and I saw how cute you were when he pointed you out—I always kind of hoped you’d be my first. I just never acted on it because I didn’t think I was ready. I think I might be now, and I’m glad it’s you here with me. You make things feel fun and easy.” She unbuttoned his shirt, and urged him to sit up. She removed the shirt and t-shirt beneath it. She led his hands to the bottom of her shirt, and he removed it. She had very pink nipples and areolae. Against her creamy white skin, they looked extremely inviting. He kissed them, and he heard her moan softly for the first time. It was a very sexy sound. “Wow,” she whispered. “I thought it would be more of a shock, but it’s just so gentle… it feels really right.” He stayed sitting up and kept kissing and sucking at her breasts while she cooed and moaned softly.
He didn’t even think about the next step, he just kind of did it. He slid his hand between her thighs and began to run the edge of his index finger slowly up and down her slit. She kissed him a little more urgently as he did it. She was laid back by nature, but this was new, and she liked it. He could tell she found it pleasing by the way she rose to meet his downward strokes and retreated slightly on the upward ones. He soon stopped moving his hand and let her move against him at her own pace. He kissed her breasts and neck, and she leaned her head over his shoulder and grabbed his upper arms for support. Soon, she was humping his hand pretty actively, and her grip tightened. She moaned a little more frequently and with a little more volume. He could feel her warmth, and the fabric was light enough for him to feel the definition of her labia as they parted and his finger slid between them. He did nothing to slow her or change what they were doing. Her warmth and touch were thrilling, and she obviously enjoyed what she was doing.
“I’m gonna cum,” she said in an urgent whisper. “Oh, God, Zeb. It feels so fucking good.” He snuck a peek and could see the wet spot on the front of her gray sweats. “Ohhhhh! It’s a good one! It’s a good one!” She shuddered, and the wet spot on her pants grew noticeably. She held him close for several seconds, her warm bare chest against his. “THAT was a damn nice orgasm,” she said breathlessly. “First one I ever shared with someone. Thanks, Zeb. Can we do more?”
“I’d like that a lot.”
She rose up off the bed and looked down at her pants. “Better do the laundry myself this week. Don’t want to explain that one to Mom.”
“Soak ‘em and say you spilled milk or something on them,” he offered. She raised an eyebrow in appreciation of the good idea. She took her pants off then, and reached for his belt. He stopped her hands and moved her away from him for a second so that he could get a look at her naked body. She raised her hands slightly and turned from side to side to allow him a series of angles. He loved the bright orange pubic hair she had shaved into a nice little landing strip. “You’re just beautiful all over, Brandi.”
She returned her hands to his belt, and he rose to make the job easier for her. She pulled his jeans and briefs to the floor. She did it slowly and sank to her knees as she did it. He stepped out of his clothing, and she gently slid them from beneath his feet. She looked at his erection with rapt fascination and then slowly reached a slightly trembling hand up to grasp it. “It’s warm. It looks like it would be cold and hard, but it’s very warm and the skin is soft.” She squeezed it slightly. “Hard in the middle, though.” She squeezed again. “Really hard,” she said with a sweet little laugh. “Zeb, are you brave?”
“That sounds like a loaded question,” he said, trying not to give away the fact that she had him so excited he could barely speak. “I guess I am.”
“Brave enough to let a girl with braces try and give you her first blowjob?”
“Some things are just worth the risk,” he said and pulled her to her feet for a long passionate kiss before he sat down on the edge of the bed and let her return to her knees. He offered her a pillow for her knees, because he was a nice guy. She positioned herself to begin. She hadn’t released her gentle hold on his erection since she had first reached for it. Now, she flipped her hand to the underside and pumped it a few times just to enjoy the feel of it. Zeb rather enjoyed the feel of it himself.
She began to move toward him with her mouth, stopped, released him and then quickly removed two bands from the back of her mouth. “Big old thing’s not gonna fit unless I open all the way up,” she giggled.
“Thank you,” he said with a happy grin. “Thank you,” he whispered almost breathlessly a second time as she put her mouth over his shaft. She wasn’t timid about it, but she did it nice and easy, as was her nature. She pumped him gently and gave him lots of licks and kisses between periods of sucking him off with a decent amount of force. She wasn’t expert by any means, but she never scraped him in the least. He wouldn’t have known she had braces at all if it wasn’t for the incredibly vivid mental images he held in his mind as he lay back and closed his eyes. “So fucking good,” he whispered between groans.
“I like this, Zeb. I really like doing this!” She sounded slightly surprised. He guessed it was hard for girls to know what to expect until they actually tried it. She went as deep on him as she could without gagging, and picked up the pace of her rises and falls along his shaft. She was going at him pretty hard now, and he began to writhe and groan in pleasure a bit. “This is fun!” she said when she pulled off to catch her breath. “You are so sexy right now, Zeb!” Brandi was having the time of her life, and Zeb sure wasn’t going to complain about the time he was spending with her. He had had sex a few times already, but Brandi was by far the most fun of any of the girls. She went back down on him.
“I’m gonna cum!” he said urgently, giving her a chance to back off.
“I’m gonna try and take it,” she said, sounding like a kid who was about to jump his bike over the picnic table. “I can do it.”
“I’m gonna cum on those pretty blue braces!” he said. That should have sounded stupid, but neither of them seemed to think so at the moment. Nor would they later. He felt the swelling at the base of his shaft, and the hops, skips and jumps of his load traveling up the only course it could take. He erupted into her mouth with a groan. “So fucking good!” he exclaimed. “So fucking good.” He sat up and found Brandi grinning. She had his cum running down her chin and stuck on her braces. He felt an overwhelming compulsion to kiss her, and he did it. He had never tasted cum before. It didn’t bother him in the least. Her mouth was so incredibly sexy that he never paused to think that not kissing her at that moment was an option.
She did her best to clean the cum off her braces and chin with her tongue, but couldn’t seem to get the chin. She grabbed a Kleenex and got the last of it. “That was awesome,” she giggled. “Let’s do that again sometime.” He laughed, too. Whatever became of things with Brandi, Zeb knew he had added another good friend to his long list of them. She was standing now, having moved to get the Kleenex and toss the pillow back on the bed. “I want to do it, Zeb. It’ll be incredible with you.”
“I need a minute, but I have something fun to do in the meantime.”
“Are you gonna finger my pussy? I think after the way your hand felt on the outside, I would love to try it on the inside.”
“My fingers will be involved,” he said. “Switch places.”
“Are you gonna eat me out? I want you to, but I was afraid you might think it was gross.” He gave her his best “you have to be kidding” look. She shrugged and smiled sheepishly. She sat down on the edge of the bed and then grandly repeated his gesture of offering the pillow. They chuckled softly as he took it with a bow. He knelt and met her eyes, waiting for permission. “You don’t need to ask,” she said. “If it has to do with you doing nice things to my pussy, I am not going to say no.” He began to slowly kiss his way up the insides of her thighs. “I really like you, Zeb. You’re everything I hoped for.” The last sentence trailed off slightly as she lay back when his lips touched her labia. “Holy fucking shit,” she whispered dreamily. “That is amazing.”
Zeb brought his hand up to her and used two fingers to spread her open. He trailed his tongue up the inside of her pussy. She moaned and then laughed softly. She was simply very happy. He placed his right hand gently on her orange pubic hair and let the thumb slide down to find her clit. He began to make gentle circles on it. “You are so beautiful, Brandi. And you make me feel so good. I’m having a great time.”
“Me too, Zeb,” she whispered. “Harder if you want to. It won’t hurt.” He increased the pressure on his thumb. “You’re fantastic!” she said with a sudden increase in volume. He began to kiss and lick her labia, and when she responded with moans of deep pleasure, he tongue-fucked her, reaching as far inside her as he could. She bucked a little, and her moans increased in volume. He was glad her little brother was a long way away in the huge house. “Fucking me… Tongue-fucking me,” she said softly as she adjusted to the sensation. “So fucking good.” He kept it up until his tongue got tired. Then, he took the hand she had placed in his hair and guided it to her clit. He had never had a girl touch herself while he worked on her, but it felt right.
He took his own hand and slipped a finger into her. She was very tight, but soaking wet. It was easy to move his finger in and out of her, but he could tell she would have to really stretch to take him inside. “It’ll fit,” she moaned. He thought she had read his mind, but then realized she was talking to herself. “It’ll fit, and it’s going to feel great.”
He picked up the pace with his finger, and then switched over to using a thumb. When he did this, and began to flex his thumb a bit inside of her, she hammered her fingers down on her clit pretty hard. He realized that she was no delicate flower. She liked vigorous physical activity as much as she liked gentle touches. “Cummmmming,” she said loudly. “It’s a good one! It’s a good one!” Her legs flipped up onto his shoulders, and she lifted her hips high in the air, pulling his thumb out of her. From this position, she finished herself off, swaying her hips side to side as she rested her legs on his shoulders. Then, she dropped her hips down to the bed. She breathed heavily for a few minutes as she lay on her back. He crawled up onto the bed beside her and held her close. She kissed him and stroked his cheek. She began to chuckle softly.
“What?” he asked. So far he had enjoyed her sense of humor.
“At my cousin’s wedding my great-aunt, who was about seventy, got a little drunk and grabbed my great-uncle by the necktie and told him, ‘I don’t care if you respect me in the morning, darling, as long as you fuck me tonight!’ I was just thinking the exact same thing.”
“I knew I should have worn a tie. I never dress right for the occasion.”
She glanced up and down his naked body and then returned her gaze to his erection. “Put on a raincoat, and I think you’ll be dressed just fine.”
“Hells, yes, Zeb. I really want to.” He got up and rummaged through his clothes to find the condoms he had brought. He put one on and returned to the bed. She lay on her back across the big bed and spread her legs. “Right in, baby. Go right in.” She had trembled slightly when she first touched his cock, but she was sure of herself now.
Zeb lined himself up as he descended on her. She was very ready, but she was still a freshman virgin and still extremely tight. Her eyes slowly opened wide as he inched his way into her. He thought of driving deep from the start, but he wanted to savor every instant; he wanted to feel each bit of her stretch to accept him. It was exquisite. Her pussy gripped him fiercely, but didn’t fight him. If anything, his mind imagined it coaxing him along. He hit her hymen. “Go ahead, lover,” she moaned. “Take me. I’m yours, Zeb.” Then, managing a bit of her playfulness in a moment that terrified many girls, she added, “Stake your claim, pardner.” He had never really grinned as he had broken a hymen before. It was no less sacred an act to him just because it was done playfully instead of nervously. She took a deep gasping breath as he broke her, but she didn’t cry out in pain. Her hands clawed at his back for a moment, and then she relaxed her long slender fingers. “Yee-haw!” she whispered with a touch of amazement as he bottomed out.
“That barely hurt at all, and I feel so full inside. Fuck me, Zeb. This feels great.” Zeb began to take her. He wasn’t slow and gentle like he had been with his first two virgins; everything about Brandi had been certain and comfortable. “Yes! Yes!” she cried as he began giving her long, swift strokes. “Yes, baby!” Zeb lowered himself onto her naked chest and let his haunches drive him over and over into her as he held her beautiful ass in both hands. Her long legs seemed to be everywhere, down on the bed, at the backs of his thighs; once, she had them in the small of his back for a few seconds. Her hands roamed freely as well. She seemed to like having them in the small of his back or on his ass, urging him in. He had never taken a girl who was taller than him before, and it was amazing to him to feel the way she could seemingly reach anywhere on his body. “Am I… doing it… right?” she asked with a few pants.
“Best fuck I ever had—by a long ways, Brandi!” he managed.
“Thank you! God I love this! I love fucking you!” She urged him in with her heels to the backs of his legs. “Can we try… different positions? Would it throw you off?” He didn’t speak, but rolled off of her and then placed her on her side. He was using the internet as a guide now. This position was brand new to him. He placed her long leg on his shoulder and slid into her from behind. It worked. “Fucking awesome! Grab my tits!” He could barely reach at first, but she snuck an arm up and bent her leg further back so he could lean forward. He began to squeeze her tits as he marveled at how flexible her long limbs were and how easily she kept her hips in a position that made it possible for him to keep thrusting into her tight pussy.
“What a sweet fucking pussy!”
“Fuck my sweet pussy, Zeb! I love this!” Zeb did something he had never quite had the guts to do in the middle of sex before. He leaned back up and smacked her playfully on the ass. She laughed slightly and smiled at him. “Do it again! But just a little!” He gave her a few more playful little smacks, and she smiled and laughed each time. He had to change positions or he was going to smack her more times than she probably wanted.
He pulled out and rolled her over to full doggystyle. When he entered her from there, he noticed a sudden change in her. She was still meeting his thrusts, but she was less playful.
“You okay, Brandi? Want to switch to something else?”
“God no, Zeb. Don’t stop this,” she whispered urgently. “I don’t know why, but I love this more than anything. Keep going, baby. Keep going.” He kept going at her. The changes in position had caused little breaks in his rhythm, and the result was that he was going to go a little longer than he had dared hope to last in such a tight and hot pussy. “I am! I am!” she said in a voice choked with wonder. He wondered what she meant by that. “I’m going to cum again!” she exclaimed, just as he was nearing his own climax. He was at a point where he couldn’t do anything except go hard anymore. There was just no way he could try and slow to make it last. Her pussy owned his movements now. “It’s a good one! It’s a good one!” she cried, pulling the sheet loose from the bed and then collapsing onto her torso.
Zeb emptied himself into the condom he had long since forgotten he was even wearing. He felt her contractions and spasms as her overloaded nerves told her body to do too many things all at once. She was still rolling her hips, and he realized that she was about to have another orgasm, chaining together with the last. He was spent, but tried to give her anything he could muster to work against. He reached around and fingered her clit, and it gave her what she needed. This time she was silent at first, but in the end, she whispered, “It’s a good one!” She fell into soft weeping, but somehow he knew she was not upset.
“How did you even do that?” he said. “Your body is an incredible thing.”
“I don’t know,” she said, rolling to her back and wiping away her last few tears. “Things just kept happening down there. I made myself cum twice one time when I was masturbating, but never anything like that.”
He found a Kleenex and removed the condom. “Make sure you empty the trash, okay?” She nodded and smiled. She rolled the right way on the bed and climbed under the covers, lifting the edge for him to slide under. “You cried at the end. Body chemistry just do that on its own?”
“No,” she said, rolling to him and kissing him. “It was just so beautiful. You were so perfect for me, for my first time. I didn’t need candles and wine and romance. I just needed a good friend like you who was…” She stopped and sniffed back a few new tears, “…kind and sweet and funny and really, really good at sex.”
“I found the same thing in you, Brandi.”
They wrapped each other in a sweet embrace and reveled in the presence of the other person. Brandi grew thoughtful and then spoke at last. “I can’t have a steady boyfriend right now, Zeb. I just can’t. It would be more pressure in my life than I could handle.”
“I understand,” he said with a tinge of regret.
“But if you want to, I’d like to do this every once in a while. Sometimes I’d like to have a boyfriend just like you for a night.”
“I’d like that, too.”
“Did I say ‘yee-haw’ at the moment I lost my virginity?”
“Apparently I like fucking.”
“Well, you’re awfully good at it.”
“Thanks. And I blame you for the whole ‘yee-haw’ thing. Zeb is a damned cowboy name.” They laughed together. Zeb didn’t lose track of the orgasms like he had in the story with Mindi, but he sure as hell lost count of the many times Brandi and he laughed together before the night was through.
The next day in school, Zeb saw Mindi standing on the far side of the lunchroom. She jerked her head to indicate he should come over. “You’re welcome,” she said before the conversation even started. He just grinned. “I pumped Brandi for information, but she only gave me a little. Apparently someone pumped her pretty good last night.”
Zeb still wasn’t going to speak. Clever Mindi could have been bluffing. Brandi might not have confessed to anything at all.
“Four times?” she asked. He shrugged in admission. These girls sure liked to talk to each other. “That’s damned near as good as the bullshit story I made up.” She thumped her chest with her little fist. “Respect!” she said, imitating a man’s voice. Zeb still didn’t speak.
“Hey, remember when you first rescued me and called me Cyndi?” He nodded. Mindi gestured to her usual table, and a cute little girl with black hair walked over to them. She looked a little like Mindi, but was busty on top and round on the bottom whereas Mindi was little all over. “THIS is Cyndi.” Mindi smiled and walked away.
Zeb stared down into an adorable little face with light freckles on it. Big brown eyes stared back up at him. “Zeb, I realize I don’t know you very well, and you don’t really know me at all, but Brandi is my friend, and she said I should ask you to help me with my homework.” She looked a little embarrassed but didn’t turn away. “I’m supposed to say it’s a new subject for me, and I could really use a patient tutor.” Cyndi’s eyes darted to the entryway of the lunchroom. Brandi was there, flashing her brace-filled smile. She nodded to Zeb.
“Sure, Cyndi,” he said. “I like helping people.”
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