TOMMY
Even though the expected call from Kim was brief, the contents of the conversation were more than sufficient to cause Tommy's dick to rise. Of course, talking to Kim usually did that, since by agreement Kim was pretty much his for the fucking that year, but this was special, and much more exciting.
So Kim was going to deliver Carrie to him Friday night. It was still conditioned on the team winning the game, but that was not really in doubt, since Tommy had already promised Kim's body to the winning pitcher and the top hitter for the game. Even though this was the playoffs, Tommy doubted very much that the other team had the kind of incentive that his boys did.
Susan's graduation last year cost both Tommy and the school cheerleading team their 'Head' Cheerleader. Until Kim had approached him this year out of the blue, his balls had been blue for long periods of time. Days, even. As one of the top athletes in the county, he was unused to such hard living.
Kim was a hot, sexy, horny girl. He had always been a fan of petite Asian women, and Kim was all that, plus she was gorgeous, horny and enjoyed the significant lack of a firm moral compass.
In other words, she was perfect.
That first time with her, in the back of his mustang behind the old abandoned factory ... well, everyone has good games and bad games. Nothing much you could do about those bad games. But occasionally, every once in a while, the receiver is always open, the basketball net looks as big as a swimming pool, your curve ball has an extra three inch drop; every once in a while, if you really worked it and the moment was right, you could give a woman an out of body experience.
That evening, he'd popped Kim's cherry for sure, but he had also given her four orgasms, and left her begging for a fifth. You always strike when the iron is hot. That was a phrase his mother often used, although he didn't think she intended for him to put her life lesson to use in the manipulation of women in moments of pre-orgasmic weakness.
Who knew that Kim wanted more than a fling? What had she said? Something like, "I want to be fully prepared for college. I don't want to get to college having just had sex with one guy." And she'd been apologetic about it! As if she had expected them to be going steady just because she had spread her legs in the backseat of his car.
"Worry about that later, babe. We're just getting started on the evening."
She had gone from one orgasm to the next under his tender ministrations, and he had gotten into her head with dirty talk. Soon she was discussing her deepest fantasies, describing them to the first person she had ever met who could possibly make them happen.
Who knew that Kim Xu, that reserved, beautiful and elegant Asian princess, was secretly harboring slut fantasies? Detailed and naughty, very naughty fantasies.
Well, Tommy could certainly supply the cock. She just had to earn it.
Kim had been shocked by this turn of discussion and started to object, so he brought her to another orgasm ... almost.
