Flashback Two
January 1996
Rig entered the locker room after the last football game he'd play as a high school senior. He was melancholy as he changed out of his jersey and undershirt. He kept is football pants on, though. They were comfortable enough. Even though they'd won the game, he still felt like he'd lost something. "Cheer up, Johnson," Lance said slapping him on the back. "This may have been our last game, but we went out with a bang!"
Rig grinned at his friend. "Whatever you say, Lancelot," Rig teased. He and Lance had had a rocky start to their relationship as freshmen, but as the months wore on, they had formed a sort of friendship. Turns out, nobody had stood up to Lance before so Rig quickly became the talk of the school. Lance had ultimately apologized and the two had tolerated each other for a while before solidifying their relationship on the football field. Lance was a hell of a quarterback and any time Rig was open, the ball would come sailing beautifully into his hands.
"I wasn't gonna bring it up, but since you went that route," Lance chided, "you almost cost us the game in the third by almost fumbling that pass I sent your way."
"Yeah, well," Rig shot back, "what happened to that sexy ass spiral you're always sending down the field. It's a miracle in itself that I even caught the damn thing! Damn ball was wobbling harder than those bald ass tires you got on that piece of shit Chevy you drive around."
"Oh, man," Lance joked, going for a headlock. "You done fucked up now, Riggie-boy. You don't mess with a man's truck!"
Rig dodged him easily and the two squared off in a playful tussle. "Is that what you call it?" Rig laughed. "Looks like it belongs in the junkyard!"
"It's a sight better than that piece of shit 'found on road dead' you drive around!" he shot back.
"That's 'first on race day' to you, pansy ass!" Rig grinned and the two locked hands. They each tried to overpower the other and when neither of them could get an advantage over their opponent, they gave up and sat down on the bench against the wall, breathing heavily. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments.
"Gonna miss this," Lance said, a far away look in his eyes as he looked around.
"Yeah," Rig replied. "But, hey. We still got four more months til graduation."
"That's true," Lance said. He looked over at Rig. "Taking Rebecca out tonight?"
"Thought about it," Rig replied. "Not sure how her parents are going to react, though."
"What do you mean?" Lance asked.
Rig shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, ever since she turned eighteen, they've been acting...weird. Almost like, overbearing. 'Where are you going?' 'When will you be home?' That kind of shit."
"They didn't used to?" asked Lance, astonished.
Rig shook his head. "No. That's the thing. I've always abided by their wishes and any time we went out, Rebecca was home well before her curfew. It's like they don't trust me anymore and I don't know why."
"Have you talked to Rebecca about it?" Lance offered.
"Yeah," Rig answered and looked over at his friend. "She said they won't give her a straight answer. They keep dodging her questions." He shrugged. "It's frustrating to no end."
Lance slapped him on the shoulder. "Well, cheer up, man. In four months you'll both graduate and you can elope or something." Lance stood up.
"What about you?" Rig asked Lance. "Got any plans for tonight?"
"Uh, the Latham party?" Lance said like Rig was an idiot. "The twins have been eyeing me like a piece of meat for months now. I might just let them make a sandwich out of me." He grinned wickedly.
"Uh, they're underage, you dimwit," Rig chided.
Lance grinned. "Not anymore, they're not. Tonight is their birthday party and mommy and daddy are gone for the weekend."
"Dude! Jason is going to kill you if he catches you!" Rig warned him.
"Na, bro," Lance waved him off. "I got a plan. Big brother is going to be so drunk he can't see straight. I just gotta talk the girls into helping him along, is all."
Rig grinned and chuckled. "You're fucking crazy, man."
"Always have been, bro!" Lance ruffled Rig's hair then took off. "See you later!" he called over his shoulder.
Rig shook his head as he watched his friend leave. He laid his head back against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. He just wanted to sit here for a bit longer and relive some memories before heading home to get cleaned up and call Rebecca. His reverie was interrupted, however, by soft, cool hands trailing up the tops of his thighs. He jolted as his eyes shot open. Rebecca was kneeling between his legs and her hands went to the strings of his pants, untying them.
"Rebecca, what are you doing?" he forced a whisper, looking around in a panic. "How did you get in here?"
"The door, silly," she giggled a reply as she tugged his pants down and fished out his fleshy member that was rapidly filling with blood. She leaned down and licked the bottom of the shaft to the tip.
Rig groaned. "What are you doing!?" he asked, his heart beating rapidly. "Someone could walk in on us!"
"That's what makes it all the more exciting, Master," she cooed in a sultry tone. She took his now almost fully erect cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down a few times before pulling off it with a 'pop'. "You're my Master," she said as she stroked his shaft using her spit as lube. "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop," she teased as she winked at him.
He groaned from deep in his throat as his breathing quickened. "I don't want" *pant* "you to stop. I'm just worried, oh fuck that feels so good, that we'll get caught."
"I don't care, Master," she breathed. "I want you, right now." She let go of his shaft and tugged at his pants, pulling them down to his knees. She stood up and lifted her skirt. She was wearing a simple flowing thigh-high mini-skirt and as she lifted it up, Rig could see she wasn't wearing any panties. He could also see that she had shaved her pubic hair. It was completely bald and his cock twitched at the sight. "Do you like it, Master?" she asked coquettishly.
He answered her by pulling her hips toward his face and lashing out with his tongue. He loved the way she tasted. She was always clean and now that he didn't have any hair to contend with, it turned him on even more. He could feel the pre-cum oozing down his shaft as he flicked at her clit with his tongue. She had her hands on the back of his head and was holding on for dear life. "Ohhhh," he moaned. "You taste so fucking good, my pet."
Her breathing quickened as her excitement built. The feeling of his warm tongue on her slick pussy lips caused her to quickly climb to the threshold. She was rocking her hips back and forth. "Ohh, Master," she moaned. "Ohhh, Rig, I love you so much!" She started breathing heavily. Right as she was at the cusp of spilling over into erotic bliss, he pulled back. She looked down at him, her face flushed with desire. She bit her bottom lip in the way she knew drove him crazy.
He sat back against the wall. He scooted his hips forward on the bench and angled them up slightly, a silent invitation. She looked down at his fully erect cock and watched in amazement as it twitched and oozed pre-cum out of the tip like lava from a volcano. She leaned down and took the whole shaft in her mouth, relishing in the combined taste of his cock and slick juices. She sucked hard all the way down and back up once. He groaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, pet." She did it once more and his legs spasmed as he mustered every ounce of willpower he had to hold back his orgasm. "OH, FUCK, Rebecca! I love you, too!" he groaned loudly.
"Shh," she cooed playfully as she released his cock and put a hand over his mouth. "If you keep that up, Master, we really will get caught." She giggled.
"I can't help it," he breathed trying to catch his breath. "You just feel so fucking good."
She lifted her skirt again to show him how wet she was and bit her bottom lip again. She batted her eyelashes at him as she teased, "Well, then, I might need to stop now seeing as you're not going to be able to keep quiet if I stuff your rock hard shaft in my hot, wet, tight little pussy." She batted her eyelashes at him again. "Master," she finished, biting her bottom lip one more time for full effect.
It fucking worked. Rig clamped a hand over his own mouth and nodded at her. She climbed up and positioned her pussy lips right over the head of his cock. He reached down and moved the shaft slightly, rubbing the head against her warm folds. He groaned through his fingers as she moaned through her own. He looked up at her and she nodded down at him. He positioned his cock at her entrance and she slid down, enveloping his cock with agonizing slowness. He let out a stuttering groan as the tip of his shaft popped past her entrance as if something gave way. He tensed up for a moment, but mastered himself by some miracle, holding back his orgasm.
As his tip stretched her, she let out a loud moan into her hand and gripped his shaft like a vice. "MMMMMmmm" she moaned again as inch by erotic inch pierced her vagina. She wasn't a virgin anymore. She had given that to him a few short weeks ago. However, this time for some reason, was almost like the first time. The only difference was it was absent of pain. Only the pleasure remained. She clenched and released around his shaft as after what seemed like an eternity, she reached the base and let out a long, relaxing sigh. "AAAAHhhhh," she whispered as she sighed, pulling her hand away from her mouth and falling against him. They stayed like that for a moment, collecting their breaths.
