Spring Brea Up

Natalie answered the phone.

You have received a collect call from Martin, an inmate at the Maricopa County Jail. Do you accept the charges?

Natalie was caught by surprise. She didn't know what to do. She had never answered a call like this before, but something about the call had the air of truth to it.

"Yes."

"Nat- tee .... I need you to come to the jail in Phoenix and bail me out." Said Natalie's boyfriend. The sound of booze, clearly present in his voice.

"How much is your bail Martin?" Asked Natalie.

Natalie could hear muffled voices. It was obvious that Martin had put his hand over the receiver. After a moment, Martin came back on the line.

"It's ten thousand dollars."

"Wait ... What? Ten thousand dollars, why so much?"

"The cops say I ran over someone. Can you believe it?" Slurred Martin.

Natalie fumed. Martin's drinking had taken off like a wildfire over the last six months. It was just a year ago that she had agreed to resume dating him. After she gave him an ultimatum .... Booze or me, not both.

"Martin, I don't have ten thousand dollars, and if I did, I wouldn't spend it getting your drunk ass out of jail. We are through. Do you understand me. This is the last time." Screamed Natalie before she slammed the phone back into the cradle.

"Drunk bastard has lost his mind." Natalie said to herself. Ten thousand dollars might well have been a million. Natalie put her head down and began to cry.

She had been looking forward to this weekend for months. Martin, or Senior Airman Martin Ford had been on temporary duty in Alaska and had just returned to Luke Air Force Base. She was so horny.

Natalie had been through a lot with Martin. They had started dating two years ago when she was just eighteen. She had thought she was in love with him when on their third date, she had given him her virginity. Now two years later, after numerous fights over his drinking, Natalie had reached her limit. There was no way she was going to spend her life waiting for collect calls from the jail, or worse, from the morgue.

Clay had been quietly sitting on the stairs and had overheard Natalie's side of the conversation. He didn't need to hear Martin's side. What was there to hear?

Clay had harbored a crush on Natalie for years. At twenty, Natalie was two years older than he, and he thought she was the sexiest woman alive. Natalie knew that Clay had a thing for her, but she didn't know that he thought about her regularly while jacking off. She still thought of Clay as a child. It wasn't really her fault. Clay was super small for his age and a real late bloomer. He looked like he was fifteen and not eighteen, although that was rapidly changing.

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"No Sharon, I'm done with him." Whispered Natalie to her best friend. "I know we were supposed to spend the weekend partying. Yes, I'm super disappointed. I shaved and everything. God I'm so horny. It's been since January. Yes, I am talking about down there. Do you think I would tell you that I shaved my legs. I do that every week anyway. Alright, I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow."

Natalie got up and it was then that she saw Clay sitting on the stairs.

"How long have you been there? Oh, god. Were you listening to my call?" Said Natalie.

"I have been here for awhile. I heard most of it I think. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop on you. I had no where else to go."

"Why aren't you hanging out with Jimmy? Oh, god .... He's fucking that whore again isn't he."

Clay just sat there and nodded.

"How much did you hear?" Asked Natalie.

"Pretty much all of it. You did the right thing."

"What do you mean I did the right thing? You think I don't know I did the right thing? I don't need your approval. Like a fifteen year old knows what is best for me." Said Natalie her face turning red.

"I'm eighteen, and I'm not judging you. I'm trying to support you. What you did was hard. I know that, but it's better in the long run. He's never going to change. Once a drunk, always a drunk .... Like my dad."

Natalie fumed. She paced the living room letting it all sink in. Clay just say quietly.

"Okay, you can hang out with me. I swear, I don't know what he sees in that cum dumpster."

"Really?"

"Really what?"

"You really don't know what he sees in her?"

Natalie was silent for a moment then snorted. "Okay, you're right. He's getting laid. That's what he sees in her."

Clay followed Natalie up the stairs. He had radar lock on her tight little ass in those Daisy Dukes. Natalie was five foot three and weighed a hundred pounds. Brunette with pert little A cup titties.

Natalie pointed for him to sit on her bed.

"God Clay, I can't believe that you are really eighteen. I remember when we first moved in, you were like eight years old." Said Natalie, reminiscing about the past.

"I was thirteen." Said Clay.

"Sorry Clay, I don't mean anything by it. You look how you look."

"I'm starting to grow. I out grew two pair of shoes this year, and I have outgrown my jeans too. Thank fully, I always wore them cuffed. I was able to undo the cuffs and still wear them."

"How is you mom?" Asked Natalie, gently. "Is she dating anyone.

Clay's dad had been killed in an accident a year earlier, hit by another drunk driver, a twenty year old from Arizona State. A drunk on drunk crash.

"She has a boyfriend. They are in Mexico for the long weekend." Said Clay stoically.

"Where's your sister?" Asked Natalie.

"She's at her dad's house in Scottsdale."

"So you have the house to yourself? Why are you here?"

Clay looked down and was quiet for a moment. "I guess I don't like being alone."

Natalie studied Clay. He seemed really sad. This wasn't the Clay she knew. With the exception of a few weeks after his dad died, she had never seen him down. All in all, Clay was a happy, sweet kid. He brought out the best in her brother. And that's saying something. Thought Natalie.

"Hey Clay, do you want to swim?"

"No, my trunks are still wet. You know how gross it is to put on a wet swimsuit." Said Clay glumly.

"Ah, c'mon. It will only be gross for a minute, and I don't want to swim alone. In fact its against house rules to swim alone."

Clay thought about it for a minute then got up and walked towards the back of the house.

"See you in the pool." Said Clay. His depression beginning to fade.

The water was warm, but not hot. It was only late May, the water wouldn't become unbearable until July. That's when they would throw bags of ice into the pool after sundown to get a little relief.

Clay was treading water when Natalie came out through the sliding glass door.

"Was it gross?" Asked Natalie.

"Was what gross?" Replied a confused Clay.

"The wet swim trunks silly."

"Nope."

"Where they dry already?" Asked Natalie.

"Nope." Replied Clay mysteriously.

"How is that?"

"I'm not wearing them."

Natalie had assumed that Clay had worn his dry shorts into the pool. She put her towel on the lounger and stepped into the pool. She had come within a few feet of Clay when it hit her. She looked back and saw his shorts sitting on the other lounger.

"Clay are you naked?" Asked Natalie, her interest peaked.

"Maybe, why?" Asked Clay playfully.

"No reason." Responded Natalie.

Then in one swift motion, Natalie stepped forward closing the distance and reached out and grabbed Clay.

Natalie expected Clay to shriek and back away, a game in the making.

But Clay surprised her by stepping into to her advance. Natalie could feel Clay rapidly grow hard in her hand.

"Do you like what you found?" Asked Clay. There wasn't a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Taken by surprise, Natalie was continually a step behind the curve in this endeavor.

Thinking quickly, Natalie attempted to regain control of the encounter by stroking Clay's cock, but Clay wasn't thinking, he was acting on instinct. The delay from thinking would have given Natalie time to catch up. Clay leaned in and kissed Natalie on the lips. It wasn't a tongue job, but it wasn't a closed mouth kiss either.

Months of sexual frustration and inattention had taken a toll on Natalie, and she wasn't thinking clearly either. While stroking Clay, she put her free hand around the back of his neck and kissed back. With tongue.

Again without thinking, Clay responded to Natalie's tongue kiss with tongue action of his own. What followed was the most passionate kissing of Natalie's life.

In a flash, the balance of power had shifted, and Clay had lost control of the power continuum.

"Nat, I'm going to..." gasped Clay.

Natalie saved the day by pinching the head of Clay's cock and pushing him towards the stairs.

Sitting him on the top step, Natalie leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Her pinch off had staved off the imminent explosion, but Natalie's enthusiastic blow job brought it roaring back. Natalie took his cock as deep as she could then swirled her tongue around Clay's purple head on the upstroke. It took less than ten of these before he groaned and cut loose.

Natalie had known it was coming. Martin was always pressuring her to give him blow jobs, something she found repulsive. But there was no repulsion tonight, Natalie was completely invested in Clay's first blow job and was ready when his balls tightened and his cock spasm-ed. Where Martin's semen was bitter and gross, she found Clay's pleasant. She swallowed his enormous load down without missing a drop.

In the matter of a few short minutes, her perspective had completely changed. She was angry at Martin but would have probably forgiven him. Now, a few minutes later, Martin was past history, and she was completely infatuated with Clay.

"Come on." Said Natalie, grabbing Clay by the hand and leading him into the house. It was a miracle that she had remembered to grab the towels and Clay's clothes on the way in.

"It's my turn." Said Natalie. Her brown eyes were smoldering, and Clay swore he saw red and orange accents.

Clay stepped in and kissed her again. There was an unmistakable heat to their passion.

"Take me Clay."

Clay gulped hard. He hadn't thought this through.

"Um Natalie, I don't have protection." Croaked Clay weakly.

"I do, now take me." Said Natalie untying the top to her bikini and letting it fall to the floor.

Clay had never seen a woman's breasts in person, let alone touched them. Natalie's breasts were small. Clay had known this having lusted after Natalie for years. Her nipples were huge, the size of pencil erasers and standing straight out. Clay took her left nipple into his mouth and her right nipple into his fingers rolling it firmly.

"Ahhh. Clay you beast what are you doing to me." Gasped Natalie. Her excitement was spiraling out of control and it was building stronger and faster than she had ever experienced.

Being out of control himself, Clay was a whirlwind of sexual energy and lust. He put his fingers between her legs and stroked her. The bikini bottoms were still wet from the pool, but Clay knew she was wet and hot. It was her excitement he was feeling on his fingertips. Natalie was radiating heat.

Clay's excitement had overtaken him, and in his lust, Clay didn't pull her bottoms down, but pulled them aside and plunged his middle finger into her, stroking in and out as fast and hard as he could. Fifteen seconds of stroking was all Natalie could take, throwing her head back, crying out, and going into a hard spasm of bliss.

Ten minutes later, Clay was on his back, deep inside her. Natalie had recovered from her orgasm, removed her bottoms, placed both of Clay's hands on her tits, and began her slow, grinding assault on Clay's sanity.

Three minutes of grinding and Clay was having his second orgasm in twenty minutes. But Natalie wasn't done yet. Turns out Clay wasn't the only one having a liberating sexual awakening. Mouths connected and tongues intertwined, Clay had stayed hard after his second orgasm and was pumping up into Natalie as she rode his cock for all it was worth. Their third orgasms of the evening took much longer. The new lovers tried different positions until reaching their final climax of the night.

The resulting sleep was the deepest most restorative either of them had experienced since they were toddlers.

Jimmy and Brit were sitting at the table having coffee, grinning wildly at her.

"Uh, Jimmy... Something happened last night. Can we talk?"

"We know, we heard you. Martin has been gone a long time."

"Yeah, Jimmy... That wasn't Martin."

Jimmy and Brit looked at each other and then looked at Natalie.

"What do you mean that wasn't Martin. We heard you. Shit Nat... Mom and Dad heard you in Hawaii."

"Oh, they heard me alright." Smiled Natalie. "That was me and Clay."

Brit was almost catatonic and Jimmy was gasping for breath.

"Clay who?" Asked Jimmy when he finally caught his breath.