Spring Break Ch 03 Sat Afternoon

Series background:

This series of stories follows Dirk and Steve, who are 20-year-old second year students at the University of Stellenbosch during their spring break, which is late September to early October in South Africa.

This chapter can be read as a standalone story. However, some readers may find it useful to read the earlier chapters first to better understand the events of this chapter.

Matric refers to Grade 12 or the final year in school, equivalent to senior year in the US, a year during which scholars turn 18 years old. Several interprovincial school sport tournaments (South African Championships or SA's in short) take place during the winter break (July). This is the story of what happened during the most recent winter break.

All characters are 18 or above.

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Acknowledgements:

I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. I take responsibility for any error that remains.

I also want to thank bbcbarry9033 for giving valuable feedback after an initial read-through. A word of appreciation is also due to members of the 'Author's hangout' for suggestions on how to deal with history.

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Previously: Dirk and Steve were travelling the 1,800 kilometers (1,120 mi) from Stellenbosch to Tzaneen by car. The radio wasn't working and they decided to tell each other stories of their past sexual encounters to pass the time.

It was a two-day trip and they completed the first two out of three driving stretches of the first day in order to overnight in Bloemfontein which is almost 1,000 kilometers (620 mi) from Stellenbosch. During the first stretch, Steve told Dirk about the sex he had with Juliette, a lactating young mother (Chapter 1). During the second stretch, Dirk told Steve how he took the virginity of his best friend's sister (Chapter 2).

The two travelers were ready for the third and final stretch of the day towards Bloemfontein in Dirk's red VW City Golf.

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The two men went through the same seat-switching ritual as they did at the start of the second part of the trip. Dirk almost hooked his knees behind his ears when he shifted into the cramped space behind the steering wheel that Steve vacated at the end of the last stretch. As he moved his seat backwards to create more leg room and rhetorically mumbled something about big guys and small cars.

Steve was pulling his seat way forward to afford his feet a resting place on the footboard. He took his time to position his orthopedic support for his back.

Dirk was eager to get Steve going on another story. If it was as hot as Steve's previous story about the lactating mother, then he would be in for another treat. Steve was still busy sorting their new snack purchases when he prompted him to begin. "Why don't you tell me about your first sex?"

Steve wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea. "That story wouldn't last until the first off-ramp. I have very little recollection of the event because I was semi-drunk by the time we went to bed. It happened at the after-party of the matric ball, which was less than a month after I turned eighteen. The girl, she turned eighteen in February, had some previous experience, while I wasn't too sure about what to do. She took the initiative and sucked me off. When she got me to the edge, she mounted me cowgirl style and helped my hands to her breasts. She rode me until I came, bareback.

"We drank on the occasion, but she must have spiked my bubbly and slipped in a Viagra as well. I fell asleep shortly after I came and woke up the next morning alone and naked with my pubic hair in a mess from cum that leaked from her when she dismounted. I searched for her with a pounding headache and raging boner and found her in bed in the arms her friend's boyfriend -- her best friend knocked out at the other side of the bed. I went back to the room to freshen up with a shower, got dressed and went home.

"I can try to color it in a bit more, but that is the whole story. A case of 'wham-bam-thank-you-man'. I don't even think she came, at least not from me."

"Why would she put up with you if you are inexperienced and drunk?" Dirk was caught unprepared for this turn of events and tried to buy time to think of an alternative theme.

Steve gave it a bit of thought before he answered. "She was the one who got me tipsy in the first place. I guess that she and the boyfriend actually wanted to sleep with each other from the beginning and spiked her friend as well."

Dirk was still puzzled. "Why screw you if she was interested in sex with another guy?"

This question bugged Steve in the past and he figured that he had an idea. "I think she just wanted to fuck a guy who was still a virgin, something on a bucket list like in my case. And I believe girls think I am large because my genitals are more pronounced on my small stature although I am average down there." Steve's ego couldn't let his honesty about his size get away with it. "Actually, somewhat bigger than average." He gave a quick look in Dirk's direction when he remembered that Dirk has a significant larger member than him.

"You are such an extrovert, how come you ended up with her?" The whole situation was strange for Dirk.

"I wasn't always this extroverted. I was one of the youngest and the shortest boys in the class and it got on top of me. If I had been more outgoing at school, I wouldn't have been unattached during rage. My encounter with Juliette changed everything, it gave me an emotional boost.

Dirk realized that the idea wasn't going to fly and thought of a different theme. "What about... the most recent?"

Steve started to smile. "You say the most recent? There is a story there and I think you'll love it.

"It happened during this past winter holiday. I was alone at home because Mom worked during the day, marking exam papers, and Sis was selected to represent the Free State schools netball team at the SA's in Nelspruit, only to be back on the Friday. At first, I thought it was a big mistake and that I should have accepted your invitation to go to Tzaneen with you instead.

"I was tired after the exams and did not feel like visiting my old school pals, in any case. Many of them were no longer in Bloemfontein and those who still lived there, worked during the day. I was totally bored for the first few days and got out of bed late in the morning. When I was awake, I played Final Fantasy on my PlayStation to pass the time. Remember those accounts that we played with at the beginning of the year?"

Dirk smiled when he recalled the weekend of non-stop play and nodded his head.

"It snowed on the Drakensberg on the Wednesday and it became shivering cold to make matters worse. Nobody dared to go outside, and those who did brave the cold, were dressed like Eskimos; the more layers you wore, the better.

"By Thursday, not even Final Fantasy could interest me any longer and I couldn't wait for Sis to be home again. The tournament ended Thursday afternoon with the closing ceremony during the evening. The Free State team's bus departed shortly after the ceremony, planning to drive through the night. I was just too grateful when they let me know just after ten on the Friday morning that they were at the drop-off point and I had to pick her up.

"The group of girls was huddled in a circle in an effort to keep warm when I arrived. The cold spell caught them unprepared after the nice sub-tropical Lowveld weather of Nelspruit. Sis was as glad to see me as I was to see her, and ran to greet me. I told Sis how I missed her and how bored I had been for the past few days.

I first had to congratulate her, she turned eighteen during the tournament, and she was selected as the primary choice for the position of 'Wing Defence' for the Nationals Schools Senior team.

Then Sis called over to another girl with red hair that was still huddled in the group, and introduced her to me. Sis explained to me that her red-headed teammate would stay with us until Sunday because her parents were overseas and would only return on Sunday. They tossed their luggage into the car and the two of them returned to the group to say goodbye to the rest of the team before we left for home. As they talked, I noticed that the redhead was the tallest on the team, probably five foot ten. She told me later that she played in the 'Goal Shooter' position because of her height and was selected as stand-in or second choice for the National Schools Senior team.

"The redhead's freckled face did not detract anything from her beauty, but rather, enhanced her looks. She had an almost straight nose and beautiful ice blue eyes. I could not make out her body shape because she wore a team blazer over her tracksuit.

"Sis sat next to me and the redhead got seated in the middle of the backseat to be able to chat with both Sis and me. On the way home, I constantly checked her out in the rear view mirror. She caught me a few times and eventually blew me a playful kiss.

"I started playing around with the idea of ​​having sex with the redhead because somewhere I heard that, on average, women with red hair have sex more often than other women. I tried to figure out ways to get her alone, but couldn't think of any excuse to get Sis away. I could try my luck at night, as she would probably sleep on her own in the guest room, but I needed a way to probe her willingness to go beyond blowing me a kiss. The kiss was at least a good start.

"Just then, Sis asked if it would be okay if she left Redhead in my care for the entire afternoon because she had to go to school for math extra classes. It was one of the reasons why the bus departed soon after the closing ceremony rather than the next morning. I thought that I owed Sis a favor for this turn of events. Redhead blew me another kiss when I looked in the rear-view mirror and I became aware of my penis showing interest in the situation.

As I took the last corner into our street, Redhead received a message on her phone. Shortly thereafter, she checked with Sis if she was available for a games night party at her home next Saturday. Sis said that she was available and that it sounded like fun. Next, Sis placed her hand comfortingly on my shoulder and said that she felt sorry for me, that I'd have to deal with my boredom while she had fun.

"Redhead picked up on Sis' hint and said I was also invited and I thought I should nominate Sis for president if there is a chance. She was so considerate as to hint that I would be home alone. Unfortunately, I already arranged with Nathan that we would return to Stellenbosch on Thursday and had to decline the friendly offer.

"When we got home, Redhead immediately noticed the PlayStation with the Final Fantasy CD box next to it and asked if I was playing. She then admitted that she was a big Final Fantasy fan and immediately asked if she could join me in the game. Suddenly, the idea of playing Final Fantasy sounded like fun, especially with my plans in mind. After I carried her and Sis' luggage to their rooms, we started a new game. We asked if Sis also wanted to play, but she said she needed to prepare for her extra classes.

"I chose a warrior character from the Hume race and called him Cowboy. Redhead chose a red-headed red mage from the Mithra race, whom she named, Mithrada, as her character. Sis soon saw that Mithrada and I enjoyed playing together and that she would call Mom for a quick chat and to tell her that they were home. When she disconnected the call, she offered to make toasted sandwiches for lunch.

"Sis had to leave for her extra classes by the time we finished our meals and asked me to take her in the car. She asked Mithrada if she wanted to tag along for the trip, but Mithrada declined because she said that she needed to unpack and sort her stuff out because she bundled everything into her suitcase when they left Nelspruit. I was disappointed at this turn of events, thinking that Mithrada was avoiding being alone with me.

"Again, Sis apologized for leaving her in my care, but Mithrada insisted that she was very happy to play Final Fantasy with me because she could already see that she could learn some game strategy and techniques from me.

"I drove Sis to school and on my return, I saw that Mithrada brought her duvet to the TV room to cover her legs. I decided to turn the gas heater on to heat up the room. I regarded it a waste to turn it on for me alone, but I decided it suitable for two people, especially if one was a guest.

"I could also see additional benefits if we heated up the room because it would create a reason to remove some of our layers of clothes. The TV room was slowly getting warmer and was boosted by the additional warmth of the winter sun which shone through the sliding door. Before long, I felt ready to get rid of the outer layers of my clothing.

"I started by casually taking off my warm coat and threw it onto the chair closest to me. Mithrada didn't keep me waiting and took off her coat shortly afterwards, not as indifferent as I was -- she pretended to be a stripper. When I next removed my sweater top, I also attempted a seductive routine. She did the same when she removed her next garment shortly afterwards. It later felt like a competition, to see who could remove the garment in the most sensual way. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife after a while.

"We were over-enthusiastic and soon, I was left with just my denim and shirt and she with her denim and blouse, even though the room was still on the cool side. I offered to go and make hot chocolate for us, it would at least buy some time for the heater and sun to heat up the room even more and help to provide heat from the inside.

"When I returned later with the two steaming mugs, Mithrada was sitting with the duvet pulled up to under her chin. Her bare arm extended to take the cup of hot chocolate with me. It was strange because she was wearing a long-sleeved blouse before I left for the hot chocolate. I could only guess that she stripped from it as well, which meant that she might have been sitting there in her bra only. I recalled her playful kisses and my penis started to rise again.

"I decided to act as if I didn't notice the change and finished drinking the hot chocolate in silence. When she was done she handed me her cup. I took it from her and put it down next to mine on the TV cabinet.

"When I turned around to pick up the controller to continue playing, my jaw dropped to the ground. It seemed as if Aphrodite herself was standing in front of me with measurements that should be close to 36-24-36. Her red sleeveless blouse was one of those with long ends that could be fastened with a knot under her breasts. It seemed as if not a single button was fastened and all that held the ends together was the loose knot above her navel. I couldn't see the gore of a bra and decided that she was not wearing a bra at all. With the amount of cleavage visible, and I was surprised that her nipples or even part of her areolas weren't peeking out at all.

"Her athletic waist was visible below the blouse, perfect except for a long diagonal scar right below her navel from where a diamond and a ruby crystal dangled on silver chains.

"Further down, she wore a red satin micro skirt with a large button on her one hip, leaving a gaping slit. She was standing with one foot on the ground and the other on the couch and it appeared as if she was not wearing anything under her skirt."

Dirk wanted to clear up some uncertainty. "She either wore a panty or nothing. Why unsure which it was?"

Steve continued, "The skirt was long enough to cover her pussy area, but her movement caused the skirt to lift and expose the area. The glimpses that I got were too quick to tell if she had something on, or not.

"I was still amazed at the scene before me when she untied the knot of the blouse and started pulling the ends outward in a slow motion. The material strained against her breasts until one slipped free, revealing a nice D-cup breast with a medium sized light brown areola and semi-stiff nipple. Soon after, the second breast was released to freedom with the same mouth-watering nipple and areola arrangement. She continued until the blouse's shoulders slipped off her shoulders. She released the ends and let it slip from her arms and drop behind her back onto the edge of the couch.

"Her nipples pointed almost straight ahead and slightly upward as if they were deep brown eyes looking straight at me. I immediately had a rock-hard erection and lost track of time while staring at her perfect body. When I finally got to look her in the eyes, she asked if I would like to continue our PlayStation game, or if I would rather be interested to play the 'Final Fantasy - Live Action' version with her.

"My brain must have overheated because I couldn't properly process what she had said. I was unable to pass a single word past my heart that was beating in my throat. It was just my idiotic smile that showed that I would rather play the 'Live Action' version. I only got out of my trance after I managed to swallow my heart back into its place.

"When she saw that I had collected myself, she pointed to her right nipple and said that it was the play button. The left nipple was the action button. I was amazed at how perfectly she played out her Final Fantasy character's racial trait of playful mischief.

"I wanted to pull my shirt over my head, but she offered to do it while I tested the controls. She stepped closer and pressed her hips against my erection. Her one hand slid behind my back and pressed our hips even tighter against each other. With her other hand, she took my hand and placed my palm over her play button. I started to make circular movements with my hand and could immediately feel how hard the nipple was. I think the cold breeze helped because I noticed that the other one, that has not yet received attention, also looked wonderfully hard.

"When she was satisfied that I understood how to operate the play button, she let go of my hand and started to unbutton my shirt. After she got rid of my shirt, she unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor and my boxers soon followed. When she was done, she wrapped her arm around my chest and pressed our torsos together. I considered what to do with my hand that was not playing with the 'play' button because her arm, which pulled our hips together, prevented me from playing with the 'action' button. Before I could put it to better use, I felt my lower lip being sucked in between her lips while she softly nibbled on it.

"My arm then slid automatically around her body to press her lips harder against mine. My erection pulsed and she momentarily gave it space to rise and trapped it between our bodies. While we kissed, she ground her hips and worked my erection so hard that it felt like it wanted to burst out of its skin.

"When our lips finally parted, she pointed to the button on her hip and said that the first challenge was to unravel the problem to gain access to the Lost Valley.

"I could just imagine what the 'Lost Valley' was, that it was hidden under her skirt and so I wanted to unravel the button on her hip right away. She stopped me and said that it could only happen after my character gained sufficient experience points. I did not allow myself to be invited twice and started kissing the action button with abandon while my hand was still playing with the play button. She got my dick in her hands and I suggested that she too should work on her experience points by testing out the joystick.

"My free hand slid down her back and cupped and squeezed to her firm buttocks. It was not difficult to lift the short skirt. I grabbed her bare buttocks directly. And in case you were still wondering, she was not wearing panties.