I had my heart set on Sarah. She was beautiful, smart, athletic and had a tough personality that took on the world and succeeded at everything she attempted. We were emancipated seniors and headed to good colleges in the fall.
"Ross, are you making eyes at me again? I told you I do not have time for a boyfriend!"
She was tall for a girl, with an angular face coming out of teenage softness. The rest of her was all muscles and quick moves. My friend Tommy said she had a fast kick in the balls for any guy that hassled her.
"Sarah, my tender feelings for you are going to turn violent. I do not put up with girls that tease."
I got a glare and a sudden move to knock me to the floor of the gym where we were working out. We went down together on the mat and she landed with a knee in my crotch and a triumphant cry.
"Ross," her whisper was low, "you are going home with me after we clean up."
That was all she said. No explanation, no threats, just a thin smile and a flash of dark eyes.
In the school parking lot, I was required to put her bike in my trunk.
"My Mom is at a conference. We are stopping at the grocery for dinner, which you will share with me. Do you need to call home? Let me drive and you make excuses."
Wow. Was I ever behind the power curve with wonder woman. My story about a group study session on the Civil War went over well at home, even the part about dinner being provided.
"You lie like a fish. I will have to remember that for future reference." The cynical smile was edging toward a giggle but didn't. At the store, she tortured me with suggestions about vegan specialties, but relented and settled for chicken lasagne from the deli section with green salad on the side. At her house, I carried everything in and was rewarded with a choice of wine or beer.
"Are we going to break training together?" I asked. She closed with me for a quick kiss, "A little alcohol will soften the impact of our talk."
I decided things were going too far and didn't let go. "Sarah, there are limits..."
She wiggled away, "You must have patience. Sit on the back patio and relax. I will bring things out."
I gave her my own glare. "There had better be some explanations..."
"Yes, I know. You are big and strong and irritated by a pushy girl. Go sit."
I grumpily sipped my forbidden beer and wondered what she was up to. I doubted she knew I had the hots for her. Sarah is one of these everywhere at once females with a mountain of energy who seem to just legislate males out of their world view. Damn.
She came out with a tray heaped with food and an extra beer.
"Before we eat, I have to tell you something."
Climbing into my lap, she spread her thighs across mine and hitched herself forward so her sex and my hard cock pressed together.
"Hmmm. This is nice. Maybe I should just settle for being your bimbo until your lust overflows and you throw me on that lounger and ravish me!" The kiss was long and scorching.
"We have to have sex."
I asked, bewildered, "That is the message? All this fuss just to tell me we need sex?"
"Let's eat while I tell you the rest. Are you excited by the message?"
"Mostly, what I am excited about is tanning your rear for being such a twit."
She kissed my ear and cooed, "Please no. Not that. I don't do rough until later."
I put my fork down and folded her across my knees, the capris disappearing quickly. There were no briefs. My hands caressed two very muscled and tough globes. "This is going to be fun. I've never had the pleasure of disciplining a misbehaving girl with such a luscious ass."
"No, no, no." This time the voice quavered, knowing she had pushed too far. "I promise no more tricks. It was very dumb of me but I have a real problem."
I let her up but said the pants were to stay off.
She stared, "You better be on best behavior."
We ate dinner with hands pressed together. "Ross, my cousin Annie is coming to stay with us so she can take summer courses at the JC. Mom and I had a talk. Annie's mom thinks she is gay and that might be a problem."
"Aren't we supposed to be accepting of gay people these days?"
Her hand squeezed mine. "What if she crawls in bed with me and wants sex?"
"Are you going to turn down a little hot girl sex? Wouldn't it contribute to your education?"
She pushed her small front into my chest. "You are being cruel. I'm offering you my body and you are asking why I don't want girl sex?"
I picked her up and walked back inside, finding her bedroom easily by the posters on the walls. The bare bottom felt terrific in my hands. I did my Grr noise in her ear and pinched below the waist. When my toss landed her in the middle of the bed, she laughed and spread her legs as wide as she could.
I started undressing, giving her my hard stare again. Her eyes narrowed, "You are going to do me?"
"Wouldn't want to waste all the effort to get me here, would we?" My briefs went down with the jeans, and she got a hard cock poking directly at her. The bimbo seemed to be evaporating in front of my eyes. We weren't going to have sex tonight, but she didn't need to know that right now. I changed the Grrr to a growl and advanced on the bed. She seemed frozen in place. The in my face pushy female had disappeared. I lunged and pulled her to my chest, grabbing for the duvet at the same time.
"Are you ready for the sex you asked for?" I spoke slowly and threateningly.
"Um, can we talk?" The strong woman was actually shivering in my arms. I buried my face in her shoulder, teeth taking a generous bite of muscle. "You asked for it, you're getting it!"
Suddenly she was collapsed to my chest, crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ross. This was a really dumb idea. The thing is, I don't know how to be anything except a tease around guys!"
I pushed her down to my side, kissing her forehead. "That's better. We are going to talk and makeout and you are not getting fucked today..."
This sent her back to my chest with a fresh burst of tears. "Oh god, I don't deserve a guy being nice to me."
My fingers worked up and down her spine, producing quiet little happy noises. I was going to say something, but a glance at her face showed eyes closed and breathing slowed. The shedevil had gone to sleep on my chest. Her pelvis seemed to be rocking gently on me. Sarah needed sex but didn't know how to go about it. I smiled to myself and slept.
"Help! There's a strange man in my bed! A naked man!" She was in the doorway with a tray, body outlined by bright sun behind her.
"All the better to subdue bimbos," I growled.
Slipping in next to me, she said, "You are not letting me forget that, are you?"
Taking a sip of juice, I said, "The hospitality at this location is very nice. Do naked wenches do all the serving?"
She pulled my ear and said, "We have to make a deal about teasing."
"I thought I was here to provide advice on your sex life?"
She munched on a piece of toast and let the silence lengthen. "You are. But so far, you are being very good about taking a roundabout route to the end game." She kissed my ear instead of pulling it. I needed to stop fooling around.
"I've been hard for you since I walked in the door. I'm hoping for something more than fuck and run. Is that possible?"