“Uhhhhnnnnnnnnn!” I moaned as Karl slipped in and out of me, thrusting away on top as I lay underneath. Within moments he’d pulled out of my pussy and shot his spunk all over my stomach and tits.
“Whew, Kate, you’re the best!” he said as he rolled off and sat on the edge of my bed.
Moments later he was dressed, kissing me quickly and walking off home, leaving me waiting for my parents and kid brother to get back from the shops. Why was it always the same, I thought. I hated Karl, really disliked him, but there wasn’t anything I could do. His family and mine were really close, my father and his best buddies, and it had been our fate since children to go out together, and the families expected us to get engaged and married at some stage in the near future.
Sadly it had all gone wrong from me as Karl matured. He’d grown into a hulking young man, broody and with hidden depths, his mother said. I thought he was shallower than the local paddling pool. He was my opposite. Sporty, where I just enjoyed games, and he was much slower than I in school, lacking even a basic sense of humour so I couldn’t even enjoy his company too much. Even sex was bad as he always thought of himself. Although I’d been on the pill for some time he always insisted on withdrawing and coming over me. I think he’d seen too many ‘money shots’ on the porno videos he and his friends swapped so often.
I was too scared to do anything for fear of upsetting the family applecart, though.
The phone rang, jolting me out of my reverie.
“Kate speaking” I said into the receiver.
“Hi Frank” came the voice of Tim, my study buddy, at the other end. He always called me Frank, after I’d told him my middle name was Frances. It was his special name for me. I knew he’d held a candle for me ever since we were young, and as we grew up we found out that we had the same school interests and could help each other study and improve, getting better marks and greater understanding, with the goal of a good university place in mind.
“It’s Sunday, and we’re doing geomorphology later, yeah?” he asked.
“Ah, shit!” I exclaimed. “I forgot. No mind, just come on over in a half hour, OK?” Gives me time to clean up I thought, aware that I was still lying naked on my bed, with Karl’s rapidly cooling deposit drying in streaks on my stomach and breasts. “See you soon.”
I grabbed my dressing gown and hopped into the bathroom. Turning on the shower I jumped in for a quick wash down, getting rid of the evidence and smell of my earlier sex session. I washed my blonde shoulder-length hair, rinsing and allowing the suds to run over my tight 34B breasts, using my hands to brush the soap off my little brown nipples. I soaped myself up and washed the semen from my front, then cleaned my shaven pussy.
