This story includes First Time, Inter-racial and Incest/Taboo as well as Erotic Coupling but has so much more Erotic Coupling, I've chosen to list it that way.
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I'm Hawaiian. Well, half-Hawaiian. My father is half Hawaiian and half Japanese, my mother half Hawaiian and half Samoan. Even that's probably not correct since my grandparents had all been in the islands for several generations with the chance of many mixed marriages. But anyway, as far as I'm concerned I'm Hawaiian, even though I live in Southern California, Los Angeles specifically. I'm male, 6'1 tall, 180 pounds, 21 years old, about to start my junior year at university. My father came to the mainland on a swimming scholarship from USC and was an excellent swimmer, earning a number of awards, but a poor student, so he never finished college. He went back to Maui to marry my mother and bring her back and together they've built up a decent business. He started cleaning swimming pools and still does. But we're also a distributor for a number of pool supplies, with a good size warehouse, have contracts to care for a large number of pools, municipal, county, school, country club, in addition to private pools. We have several teams that carry out much of the work.My mother pretty much runs the business, my Dad has always claimed it was good to keep in touch by continuing to do the actual work of pool maintenance. But just now, my life has gone under a major change.
I swam competitively for years, starting around ten or so in clubs and continuing through high school, where I was on the school team. That kind of swimming is very demanding, time consuming and requires a huge amount of hard work. It's great for the body. I have almost no body fat. Swimming builds what I've heard described as the long muscles. So, swimmers are certainly fit but they don't have the muscle definition of body builders. In actual fact, body builders can't be great swimmers, their muscles get in the way of long, easy strokes. Starting university I dropped competitive swimming. I can't do the academic work and also maintain my peak swimming edge. It's just too time consuming. I'm still in great shape, still exercise and have not gained weight or lost fitness.Or not lost a lot of fitness, I probably have lost some, it's inevitable.
My high school was interesting. It's towards the west side of L.A. and included a wide range of people. At one end is a very upscale area. We get some students from there but many go to expensive private schools. There's a large middle-class area of private homes and parents who care a lot about their children and their homes. But there's also a large area of rental homes and then even some apartments. Some better than others although none are county projects. So we have striving students and loafing students and drop outs and almost drop outs, law abiding students and some that are questionable. Students that are encouraged at home and students that have miserable home lives.
Anyway I swam, primarily distance races. I had (and have) stamina, could last and last at a good pace. I wasn't as explosive in short distances as some others. If you'd ever been to high school swimming contests a few years ago, you'd have seen that everyone wore Speedos or some variation of minimum suits that helped cover you but didn't get in the way of sleek aerodynamics. All intended to help you slip through the water the cleanest possible. One afternoon, extending until after regular school hours, I was part of my school's team at a swimming meet at another school that had an indoor pool. I had finished my race. Won it, in fact. Just to cool down, walk it off a little, I went through a set of double doors into a hallway of the school. I meant to walk around a little and then return to watch the rest of the meet. A girl from my school, who was at the meet, I learned later, because a friend of hers swam on the team, followed me through the door a couple seconds later. She's a really beautiful girl, Amy. Tall and slim and classy. Blond, blue eyes. She comes to me and puts her hand on my bare chest.
"Danny," she said, "you have the sexiest body ever. Seeing you like this, almost naked, really turns me on." Her other hand came onto my chest also and her first hand slid down onto my stomach. "This tiny little suit is almost like a tease, making me want to see what it's hiding." Her hand slid down a little more as if it's about to go inside my brief suit.
Let me say here that at the time I was a virgin. I was old enough. Legal. I was interested. I thought about sex a lot. I looked at stuff on the internet a lot. I think I had just always been too busy, too occupied with other things demanding my time to ever get to any actual sex yet. And this girl Amy. Well, I had thought before that it was a little odd she was in our school. Her family is wealthy, or so I've heard. I would have thought she would be at some private, exclusive school. But she wasn't. The other thing was, she was a knock out. Beautiful. She never dressed to flaunt her figure, as I said earlier she always seemed classy to me. But even with what she wore you could tell she had a nice, firm butt and there was plenty of breast her clothes draped over. We knew each other, sort of. I mean we had been in the same classes and spoke to each other at times. But, truthfully, we were not in the same social circle. She was beyond me, I had always thought. Classy is how I would describe her. However, a girl I knew well once sort of snorted when I said Amy was classy and said, "You don't know her."
So here's Amy fondling my body and saying she wants to see my cock. I'm inexperienced but not a dumbbell. "Amy, there's an old saying, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."
Hr hand feels as if it's ready to slide inside my suit and grab my cock but it stops. "Here?" she asked.
We're alone. The lights are half off so we're in an empty, dim, school hallway. Just on the other side of the double doors a swim meet is going on with probably a couple hundred people all together. We're right next to a door. So I grab the door handle and turn it and pull and there's a classroom. An empty classroom with a bunch of desks all lined up in rows. "How about in here" I asked.
Her face lit up. "Danny you're a wonder," she said as we both stepped in and closed the door behind us. It's fairly dark. A low level of light is coming in from the hall through windows in the door so it's not total darkness. We can see each other. In fact, later I've realized it probably added to the sexiness of it. We couldn't see all the details, perhaps the less attractive parts of each other. And it made us more of co-conspirators. "So you want to see more of me?" she asked, teasing.
"I want to do more than just see," I answered her. She got a big grin and pulled her knit top up over her head and laid it on a desk. Then she reached behind her and unfastened her bra and pulled it off her shoulders and it went onto the desk. She had gorgeous breasts. Full and firm, the nipples staring at me like eyes. But immediately she bent over a little and pulled her skirt down from her waist and stepped out of it, then still holding it grabbed the waist of a pair of pink panties and pulled them down and stepped out of them and put it all on the desk. She still had on socks and shoes but otherwise was naked.
"Amy, you're gorgeous," I said.
She reached for my bathing suit and started pulling on it. "My turn now," she said. I pushed on the waist some and helped her. She knelt down as she pulled it down my legs. I stepped, one foot at a time, out of it and she just tossed it to the side on the floor. She was staring right at my cock, which was very erect, then put one hand on it and sort of held it up from below. "Danny, this is what's really gorgeous," she said. I had heard about, read about, and seen on the internet that girls sucked cocks but it had never happened to me. Well, now it did.
