Joshua Adams... Could there be a more perfect example of a male specimen?
Brains? About to graduate valedictorian, so check.
Body? Captain of the wrestling team, hubba hubba.
Girlfriend? Nope, ready for the picking.
I've had my eye on Joshua since he started 10th grade here as a transplant from Idaho. Much to my dismay, he hasn't had his eyes on me, or anyone else. Oh don't get me wrong, we've become good friends. He's just so convinced that if he even shows a small interest in anyone he is going to burn in hell. The product of a super religious upbringing.
But that ends today. We've got three weeks left until summer break and we both head off to college. We are both eighteen, and I'm going to make sure he's a consenting adult because I sure as hell will be.
I'm sitting on the bleachers waiting for him to finish getting cleaned up after his last match. We are supposed to grab some food after school together after all.
The gym has cleared out, it's just me, and soon to be him. I heard the door open at the far end coming from the locker rooms. My eyes darted to them, and there he was, freshly showered, looking all handsome, and most importantly alone.
He approached and I stood from my seat.
"Where are we going Steph?" he asked as he approached.
"I was thinking sushi," I said with a smile on my face. Knowing he wouldn't touch sushi with a ten-foot pole.
"Eeew! You know I don't do sushi. How about burgers at Burger Barn?" he responded. Reaching over to grab my backpack from its resting place.
"Nope, it's my turn to pick, and I pick sushi!" I declared with a triumphant smile.
"Them there is fighting words, my lady," he said with an equal smile.
Yes! Exactly what I expected him to say. Oh, Joshua, I know you so well.
"Tell you what, you wrestle me for it. If you can pin me for 5 seconds, you get to pick where we go. If I can pin you, I get to pick," I started to say.
"Oh that would be too easy, you wouldn't stand a chance!" he interrupted.
"I didn't finish," I said sternly. "When I win, since I am shorter, lighter, and obviously not your match, you have to do whatever I want for the next thirty minutes. You cannot say no. Your word is your bond. If I ask you to murder someone, you have to do it. You know God doesn't tolerate liars." I said in a tone that left no doubt I expected to win.
"Wow Steph, that's pretty serious," he said taking a step back from me and giving me a firm stare.
"And I am serious about wanting Sushi today," I quipped back.
"Very well, but no cheating. None of that tickling crap you always try. No pinching, no biting. Fair and honest," he said reaching out his hand to shake.
I took his hand in mine and gave it a shake. "Agreed, but you have to uphold your end as well. If I win, I get ANYTHING I WANT for 30 minutes, even if it means you burn in hell for eternity," I said.
He squinted his eyes at me. I could tell he was having a moment of hesitation.
"What's got you so worked up Steph?" he asked.
"Oh nothing, I just know you won't ever go back on a promise," I said with a huge grin.
"Ok, well no matter, this is going to be over in five seconds flat," he said.
There weren't any mats left out, so we just moved to the center of the basketball court.
"Ready? I'll count to three," he said.
I nodded and he began counting. As soon as he hit one he lunged forward in an obvious attempt to tackle me to the ground. It was exactly what I was expecting. I wasn't a wrestler, but I had been watching his matches for years now, and I had been practicing for this moment for weeks.
I quickly sidestepped out of his reach. His forward momentum kept him from being able to correct quickly. My right leg came out and caught his ankle just enough to trip him. As he fell to the ground I rushed forward positioning myself above his shoulders. He tried to roll, but I expected it and he fell directly into position for me to wrap my legs around his neck. Quickly I locked my ankles and positioned my upper body mass on top of his right arm.
He tried to bring his left arm up to break my hold, but I just squeezed tighter.
"Yield!" I screamed.
"One," I yelled out as he struggled to push my thighs apart with his hand.
"Two," I grunted as he was trying to use his strength to free his right arm.
"Three," came out with a gasp as I used every last ounce of strength to hold him.
I wasn't going to make it to five, he was too strong, I needed a distraction.
"Bet you wish I was naked so you could smell my pussy in your face!" I shouted at him.
That did it, for just a moment his fight subsided.
"Five! I win!" I proclaimed triumphantly.
He in turn patted my leg to let him up, but I didn't.
"Oh, no mister! A promise is a promise," I declared.
Before he could react I used my left hand to pull his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, and my right to grab his cock and guide it to my mouth. It wasn't the easiest position to achieve, I had to keep my legs locked around his neck and get myself on top of him enough to reach him, but I knew if I let him go, this would all be over too soon.
My only hope here was to get his lower brain to take over before his big brain could react. Cock sucking isn't exactly my forte, but I was pretty sure I had seen enough videos and practiced on my dildo enough that I would at least rock his virgin world.
I sucked his flaccid penis into my mouth and quickly began to wrap it with my tongue.
"Steph!" he blurted out.
"What the hell!" came out with a gasp.
I sucked him hard and circled the tip with my tongue.
His left hand pushed at my legs around his neck, but his cock was also quickly growing hard in my mouth.
"Steph, what are you doing, this is a sin!" he cried out.
My left hand found his balls and I began to stroke them as my head began to bob on his shaft.
His right hand stopped struggling beneath me and I took the decrease in resistance and shifted to give me a bit better access.
His cock now rock hard was six maybe seven inches, and tears weld up in my eyes as I guided it into my throat.
A moan escaped his lips, and his left hand began to give up the fight.
I held him deep in my throat while my hand stroked his balls as long as I could, then I pulled back to catch my breath.
"Steph, you're going to make me pee!" he exclaimed as he resumed his struggle. I quickly tightened my legs and put my weight back onto his right arm to keep him from using it to push me off.
I focused on the tip of his cock, flicking my tongue across the sensitive underside. My right hand stroked the part of the shaft not in my mouth, and the left gave his balls a gentle tug.
"Steph I am serious! I can't hold it," he cried into my thigh.
Then I felt his tense as his cock twitched sending stream after stream into my mouth.
I froze for a moment as the first stream hit the back of my throat and caught me by surprise. Then I resumed my sucking and stroking, though a bit more gently.
"Oh Steph, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I couldn't hold it," he almost sobbed.
"You didn't pee you idiot, you just came in my mouth, and I rather enjoyed it," I said in a little more mocking tone than I had intended.
"In fact, I enjoyed it so much, I am going to make you cum again because I still have several minutes left on your promise," I added before returning my mouth to his shaft and licking the cum that had dribbled down his shaft while I talked.
"Oh my god Steph! This is a sin, you will surely burn in hell for this, and you have made me sin with you," he anguished.
His protests subsided though as I pulled his balls a little more firmly and squeezed his cock shaft between index and thumb a little more tightly.
I held his cock still in my mouth resting it on my tongue, as I had read the tip can be too sensitive immediately after cumming. I stroked him and massaged him for another couple of minutes, his cock which had softened slightly after cumming was now fully erect again.
As I began to bob my head again, he let a moan escape his lips. His left hand now rested on my leg, it no longer put up any resistance.
I continued to gently stroke his balls with my fingers, while I treated his shaft as my personal lollipop.
Sensing all resistance had faded, I shifted so I was now fully on top of him in a sixty-nine position. I was wearing a pleated knee-length skirt and a G-string. So I was well aware that I had just given him a very good view.