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.