Kait and Nick continue their quest to prove that even geniuses do stupid things. All characters in the story are 18 years old or older. It had been a week since Beth shot the videos and Kait and Nick had intercourse for the first time.
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They had enjoyed the minor risk-taking of having Beth video them. It felt naughty and was a way for them to counter their lack of teenage rebellion. They were still spending almost all their spare time together and fooling around every evening.
Kait had previously mentioned some 'ideas' about proving their prefrontal cortexes weren't fully developed. This was a running joke with them. The prefrontal cortex in the brain is the center for decision-making and moderator for impulsivity. It doesn't fully mature in humans until age twenty-five. They had both shown little revolt against authority in their early teens and instead focused on grades to the detriment of peer relationships.
"You said you had some ideas about our next revolt against compliance and mediocrity."
"Such revolutionary language from a boy who graduated from High School Summa Cum Laude, numero uno in a class of 962, with a GPA of 4.2."
"I did too many extra credit projects."
"You and me both."
"Well, do you have an idea for our next naughty, subversive plot or not?"
"I do have two ideas, but it's time for our evening sexual interlude," she smiled.
"Let's get naked!" He suggested enthusiastically.
They quickly undressed, tossing their clothes on the floor. Making love was still too new to them to waste time. Nick's eighteen-year-old cock was hard before he pulled his briefs off. He jumped on the bed with it fluttering around wildly. Kait pulled her panties off and crawled up between his legs. She dragged her tongue in one long stroke from his balls to a quivering cockhead.
"I want to be on top for the first encounter tonight."
"Awesome!" He responded.
She put her knees on either side of him and sat on his chest to get warmed up by his tongue. He complied eagerly and soon she was wet and horney. She moved back and guided his hard ship into home port. Leaning forward and laying on his chest, she kissed him enthusiastically. Their inexperience led to a lack of coordination. He was humping madly, and she lifted when he was on a backstroke, which resulted in his cock slapping down on his stomach. They had some additional difficulty with reinsertion... the angles were wrong. Both their hands were getting sloppy wet trying to orient his thing, into her thingy. They finally figured it out and were much calmer in their movements. A moderate sensual groove was working, and they were slowly climbing the sexual ladder to nirvana.
Kait decided she wanted to sit upright, like the video she had watched. She pushed up off his chest and sat on his pelvis, making it impossible for him to continue thrusting. It also bent his cock backwards to an unaccustomed angle. It was initially uncomfortable to him, but it felt absolutely stunning to her. Kait didn't realize, she was going to have to do the work now. So, they remained still for a minute. Nick was not convinced this was going to work out.
It turned out fine, because by the time she realized the need to flex her thighs and 'ride' him, his cock had adjusted to pointing straight up from his stomach. Kait started moving and grinding her pubic bone on his, which caused her to rotate around his cock. Now, they quickly moved from a 'moderate groove' to a fantastic groove. Kait hooked her feet over his thighs for stability and placed her hands on his chest. Seriously pursuing her climax, she closed her eyes and focused on nothing but the point they were intimately crunching together.
Nick was watching her lovely little titties swinging in a small circle as she attempted to unscrew his cock from his body. It felt nice, but it was more about what it was doing for her than him. When she came, her chest glowed dark pink, and her nipples looked diamond hard. He felt a small ejaculation of warm fluid run down his cock. She collapsed down on his chest and began to slowly lift her hips up and down over his rod. She kissed him passionately, as if the kiss was meant to express the power of her orgasm.
"That was fuckin' astonishing!" she said forcefully. "But you haven't cum yet."
She moved her feet under herself, so she was squatting on his cock. Her hands were on his shoulders, and she moved up and down on him. He placed his hands inside her legs on her butt and provided some stabilization. She bobbed perpendicularly in a fluid motion that was highly effective on him. Her breasts jumped up and down vertically. When she came down on him, her weight pounded him into the mattress. It was an amazing ride and she finished him off quickly.
When he started cumming, she sat on him and clinched her pelvic muscles repeatedly. She was pulling every drop of jiz out of him. He felt milked and it was red-hot to be used by her. She had tapped the base of his cock to mill her own orgasm and now she was pulling his out. It was a power exchange trip that he hadn't expected but enjoyed thoroughly. When he finished, she lay back down on his chest, and gently kissed parts of his face.
"That was quite a ride."
"It was," he replied.
"It made me feel powerful... in control."
"You were, totally."
"It wasn't making love. Was it?"
"No, but that's not a bad thing. Sometimes when I get really vigorous in the missionary position, I pound away on you. It almost feels like you are giving yourself to me. You even said to me 'Take me. I'm yours.' This was the reverse. We just didn't know it when we started."
"I don't feel used when you do that. At least not in a bad way. I like the fact that I can give you that. And... it feels good to me as well."
"I enjoyed watching you take control. The look of joy on your face when you were working for your 'O' was wonderful. So, I agree that giving you my body feels good."
"Win... win," she concluded. "Fucking each other can be fun too. Not that making love isn't enjoyable."
"May they both stay in our lives for a long time. Now tell me your naughty idea to rage against the machine."
"Are you talking about the band? Or standing up against oppression, and conformity?"
"There's a band?"
"You dork! Of course, there's a band... never mind. So, this idea came out of the fantasy I described about you 'servicing me under the library table.' Remember?"
"Of course... very erotic. But would result in both of us getting expelled."
"Agreed. So, this is how we do it and avoid getting banished. There are five steps. First, we make sure we find an area in the library that doesn't have any cameras around or we'll be Pee Wee Hermaning our way to campus security. Second, we find an aisle with crappy books so no one with the intelligence to realize what we're doing is likely to walk by. Third, I wear a skirt with no undies. Fourth, you work very quickly. Fifth, I can't scream in ecstasy."
"Are we discussing fantasy? Or do you really want to go that far?" he asked.
"It's scary. It's dangerous as well. But I think we could pull it off. It would certainly strike a blow in proving we're immature and make bad decisions."
