Thank you, readers, for your patience as I continue to work on this story. The older I get, the less time I have for writing, but these characters are constantly on my mind. This story will make more sense if you read Amanda's Adventure in the Pool, but you should be able to figure things out if choose to dive in here (see what I did there?). All characters are of legal age.
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Once inside the locker room, Amanda and Jeremy again found themselves alone. The swimming pool was generally quiet this time of day, and after the tribulations they had just endured, they both felt karma owed them a moment of solitude. Jeremy sat on the bench and pulled Amanda into him. He spread his legs as she, still wrapped in a towel, inched close enough for her breasts to rest atop his ribcage. He looked up towards her, their faces just inches apart.
"So, I have to know," he began. "Earlier in the pool you kind of took me off guard by asking if I've been with half the girls on campus."
Amanda blushed. "I know, I'm sorry."
"That's OK, I understand. But I hope you can also understand when I ask the same thing. Did you work your way through half the guys at your high school?"
Amanda gasped, half in shock, half in mock-anger. "What?! Why would you ever think that?"
"Well," he said, "For one thing, you didn't put up much resistance when I came onto you."
As he spoke, his hands slipped under her towel and up the backs of her inner thighs. Amanda welcomed his touch, sensing his chewed fingernails and calloused fingertips chafe tantalizingly against her lotion-ed skin. She subtly separated her feet a few inches further apart, allowing him access just a trace higher up her legs.
Amanda smiled. "You were pushing all the right buttons, what can I say?"
"That may be, but I find it hard to believe that you were a prude if you can walk all the way back here and not know where your bikini is."
With that, he grabbed the tiny strap that was dangling out of her ass and slowly started to pull it out.
"Holy fuck!" Amanda yawped as her body pressed hard into his in response. It felt like her bowels were being forcibly evacuated, which caused her knees to buckle, and she latched onto him in desperation. It was still unclear to her what was happening.
A second later, her thong fell with a splat to the floor, and Jeremy held her bikini top up to her, draped over a single finger. She snatched it from him, not having put two and two together yet.
"What I'm saying is, you had your bikini stuck up your ass and you didn't even notice. Wouldn't it be safe for me to assume that you've take a dick or ten up there in the past?"
"This was in my ass!?" she screamed, throwing it to the floor with palpable revulsion.
"You couldn't feel Andrea shoving it up there?"
"No! I mean, I've never had anything in my ass before! I thought she was just fingering me there, and what I was feeling afterwards was the lingering effect of having my ass stretched for the first time."
Jeremy smiled at her, and she couldn't help but to smile back. This conversation was beyond humiliating, but she felt a comfort in his arms. She knew he was more experienced than her, but she wanted him to be her squire through her stages of sexual liberation.
"I swear," she said.
"OK, I believe you, since you believed me. So what now? I've half a mind to throw this towel in the hamper and ravish you until we're caught again, but I don't think I can get hard again this quickly."
Amanda shifted to sit on his knee. "Well, I promised myself that I'd let loose a little now that I'm out of the shadow of my childhood home. Why don't you take my number, and let me know when you'd like to meet again?"
Jeremy took his cell phone out of his pocket and transcribed her number as she recited it.
"So what did you have in mind by 'letting loose?' I mean, what we just did was pretty wild. Do you want more adventurous than that?"
Amanda shrugged her shoulders demurely. "I don't really have anything specific in mind. I wouldn't say anything is off limits, but I also don't know what goes on on campus. Can we play it by ear?"
Jeremy couldn't believe his luck. To have this tight-bodied, big-titted, freshman nubile asking him to help her explore her sexuality was the kind of dream he never allowed himself to assume might become true. If he played his cards right, his senior year would be his best one yet.
"Sure, babe. Let's play it by ear. I'll be in touch soon."
He kissed her on the lips, quickly considered devouring her again, then made his exit.
Amanda removed her towel and started slipping on her thong when her phone vibrated in her locker. The vibrating of plastic against steel rattled around the tiled chamber in which she stood, jolting her psyche. She picked up the phone to silence the noise, expecting that the incoming messages would have been from Andrea, making her next demand. Instead, the source was an unrecognized number.
Hey, it's Jeremy. Couldn't wait. How about tonight?
She felt a flutter in her pussy, astonished that he would make contact so quickly, let alone to set up a date that same day.
Can't wait! What did you have in mind? she replied.
Come to my room at the East Dorm, #241, at 9pm. Wear something suggestive.
Her fingers trembled as she typed her response. OK. I'll see you then.
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Jeremy had just added the rigatoni to the boiling water when he heard a gentle knock on the door. The Bolognese, his mom's specialty, had been simmering for hours. He knew it wasn't the perfect precursor to an all-night fuck session, but it was the one dish he knew how to nail every time. He planned to start with a small portion, fuck Amanda until they were both drained of energy, and then eat some more to re-energize for round two.
When he opened the door, though, all of his plans escaped his mind. Amanda looked both innocent and experienced in a little black dress. It stopped about six inches above her knees, with simple, two-inch wide straps over the shoulders. But most tempting was the sultry, wanton look in her eyes.
"Hey, come on in," he offered, somewhat taken aback by how much this glimpse of her had caught him off guard.
"Thank you," she said as she followed him inside.
Jeremy grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and started opening it.
"How long until dinner?" Amanda asked.
"Pasta just went in. Should be about ten minutes."
As he withdrew the cork and started pouring the wine, he felt her presence behind him. Her hands were on his waist, and then sliding forward.
"What if I can't wait ten minutes?" she asked, suggestively, as her right hand grazed the front of his jeans.
Jeremy set down the bottle and turned around to face her. He put his hands behind him on the counter, allowing her to continue touching his cock through his jeans.
"Someone missed me," he said with a grin.
Amanda started rubbing him faster. "I really did. Do we have to wait?"
"If I stop boiling the pasta halfway through, it won't come out right. You're going to have to be really tempting."
Amanda smiled, grateful for the opportunity. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Why don't you start by showing me what's under that skirt."
Amanda removed her hand from his crotch and took a couple steps back. Grabbing the hem of her skirt, she slowly lifted it until her lacy cheeky panties came into view. Without prompting, she slowly turned to give him a peek at her ass, before spinning back around to face him again.
"That's a nice start. Now why don't you drop those panties to the ground and hand them to me?"
Amanda hooked her thumbs into her panties and peeled them down her legs. They rolled up as she did so, making it easy for her to fling them at Jeremy's face when she was done. Jeremy caught them and brought them to his face, inhaling deeply. Amanda was so turned out by the image of him savoring the scent of her pussy, she started to squirm.
"That's good. These are mine now," he said before stuffing them into her pocket.
"I don't think so," Amanda answered cockily. "It's windy outside and I'm pretty sure I accidentally flashed my undies to a couple guys. I don't plan on flashing my bare pussy around campus tonight."
"Then maybe you shouldn't go home tonight," he replied confidently. "Now, I can see that you're wet already. Go ahead and play with yourself. Show me how badly you want me to turn off the stove and join you."
Amanda held her skirt up so he could see, then started rubbing her clit with two fingers.
"Tell me, Amanda: do you masturbate often? You're quite good at it."
"Almost every night," Amanda breathily replied.
"Every night! That's a lot! Even for a guy!"
"Well, I told you I've only had sex once before you. I masturbate daily so that it's not on my mind 24/7."
"And what do you masturbate about?"
Amanda started to flush.
"Oh, don't be shy now, baby. You're standing half naked in my kitchen stroking your pussy in an effort to tempt me to put my cock in you. You can tell me what you fantasize about."
"I fantasize about a certain type of guy."
"What kind?"
"The kind of guy that my dad would hate."
"Bad boys? And what do they do to you?"
"It's not about what they would do to me. It's just the thought of knowing my dad would be furious if he found out I was with them."
"Am I one of those guys?"
"I don't know yet. You fit the look though, that's for sure."
Jeremy had heard enough. His cock was straining against his zipper. He pushed Amanda backwards until she made contact with the door. His right hand nestled
around her throat, exuding dominance but not cutting off air supply. Amanda stared into his
eyes with eagerness and submission. She wanted whatever he was going to do to her.
Jeremy slipped his left hand under her skirt and started pulling it up her body. After exposing
her trimmed pussy, he let go of her neck and grabbed her skirt with both hands. Amanda raised her
hands above her head, ready for him to strip her bare.
But Jeremy had something else in mind. Once he had inverted the dress above her neckline, he
pulled it up a few inches so that her mouth and nose were exposed, but her eyes were covered.
Her arms were trapped in her dress above her head, with her forearms crossing and enveloped
by the dress. He bundled some of the spare fabric and ensnared it on a hat rack on the back of
the door.
Amanda felt juices gushing to her pussy as Jeremy stepped away from her. This was not what
she has anticipated or desired, but she was so turned on at the thought of being totally exposed
to him. She had only worn a lacy black bra beneath her dress, and that now represented the only
shred of dignity remaining.
Jeremy pulled his cell out of his pocket and snapped a couple pictures. He had no specific
intention for them, but he had a feeling he'd want to remember this night forever. He then
approached Amanda and started stroking her inner thigh as he whispered in her ear.
"Do you trust me?"
Amanda nodded urgently.
"I pinned you here, but it's obviously flimsy and you could easily get out whenever you want. Agreed?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to know what I've planned for you tonight?"
"Please," she whined, desperate for him to move his hand as little higher.
