The Substitute Girlfriend 02

Monday... (Tom's POV)

"Hi, Mrs. Scott. Is-Is she upstairs?"

"Yes... Tom?" She yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily, "It's so early..."

I was about to reply but got distracted when my eyes grasped what my girlfriend's mom was wearing. A small lace robe, which barely reached her thighs, with a loose sash on the front that let slip a generous view of her cleavage. I had known Mrs. Scott all my life, and never really been a perv. But maybe with how Kayla had gotten me all hot and bothered recently, plus the fact that Mrs. Scott was well... wearing something this revealing, I couldn't help but stare and realize that it was clear that Kayla had inherited her mother's voluptuous curves and good looks.

"Is everything ok, Tom?" Mrs. Scott asked.

I blushed, looking away as I muttered, "S-Sorry Mrs. Scott... I just wanted to catch up with Kayla before school."

She still seemed confused as to why I needed to be so early for this, but thankfully she just opened the door wider, gesturing me to get inside, "You know the way..."

***

Luckily, it seemed that Kayla was up already, and she opened the door after the first knock.

"I'm sorry, Kayla, I shouldn't have..." I began my prepared apology but was interrupted as after a brief moment of surprise, she gasped and immediately pulled me inside her room; pouncing on me with a passionate kiss.

"Mmfff," I moaned in shock as her tongue slipped into my mouth, her arms wrapping around me tightly. The kiss went on for almost a minute until we finally pulled away for air.

"Wow..." I muttered in surprise, "Good morning to you, too."

And before I could utter another word, she began apologizing to me!

"I'm so sorry for getting mad at you that day..." Kayla said with a guilty look, as she ran her fingers along my chest and up to the nape of my neck, "You're so sweet and caring, and I'm... well..."

I had no clue what was going on, but who was I to complain if my girlfriend had decided to forget our fight. So, I hugged her close, "Hey... it's all right... I was wrong too..."

"No! It was all my fault... Mmm..." Kayla replied as she kissed me again, her lips pressed hard against mine as she moaned into me.

"I love you so much, Tom... You know that, right?" she continued after she finally let go, "I love you so, so, so, much..."

***

Later in the day...

"So, you're telling me that not only you are forgiven, but you also got to make out with her in her bedroom this morning?" Jack, my best friend, asked. We were sitting at the back of the class as our teacher droned on.

"Yeah, thankfully she decided to take pity on me and forgive me," I replied with a blush, "I think we're all good."

Jack, however, didn't let it go that easily, "And..."

"And what?" I asked, sheepishly looking to the side, knowing exactly what he was referring too.

"Did you finally man up and tell her that you are ready to fuck her!" he exclaimed, "Come on dude! Don't tell me that you want to stay a virgin!"

I tried to shush him as his voice was louder than I would have liked, "Shhh, man... keep your voice down..."

He smacked his head in exasperation, "God, Tom, Kayla is a perfect 10 beauty. Most of the guys would do anything to get with her at the first chance. Plus, she's got that sweet girl next door vibe going for her, which makes her even hotter. And she wants to fuck you! And you still didn't make a move? Are you really that much of a wimp?"

"Shhh..." I repeated, nodding at the teacher before continuing in a whisper, "Look, I thought about what you said, and I agree. I did mention it to her a bit..." I tried to explain, but he interrupted me with a grin on his face.

"So, you actually took my advice and talked about it... That's a start," he chuckled, "And what exactly did you say to her?"

"Yeah, we ended up making a deal!" I shrugged, avoiding looking at him directly.

"Which is..."

"Dude, come on. You don't have to know every detail of my sex life..." I muttered, embarrassed. I loved the guy, but sometimes he was such a pain in the ass.

"It's not like you have a sex life to begin with... Well, not until now that is!" he shot back sarcastically, "Even there, there is not much to speak of. Now spill it."

"Well, she kind of agreed that she was taking things a bit too fast with the hand jobs and blowjobs... So, we agreed that maybe we should cool off for a week or so and get more comfortable with each other..." I finally gave in.

"How do you get comfortable if she's cutting you off?!" he asked with a look of disbelief.

"Well... She said we could still kiss and make out... just pause on the other stuff for a few days..." I said, "I am thinking of taking her out to some fancy places and some good dates this week. You know, to get her in a good mood!"

"Okay... so basically you are telling me that instead of fucking your girlfriend, who was practically begging for it on Friday, you have somehow convinced her to go back to first base?" Jack asked incredulously. "She was already in a very good mood, dude!"

"Well, I did suggest that we can do a bit of sexting. Keep it slow," I whispered quietly, and he smacked his forehead in exasperation, again, before taking a deep breath.

"Dude, you cannot fuck this up now... This is your one shot to get back into the game," he said, shaking his head at me as if I had lost all hope.

"It's just sexting! How can I mess that up?"

"So, instead of having real sex, you are just going to text about it. In my opinion, you've already fucked it up. Just make sure to be extra creative with what you talk about. And don't be a good boy, talk as dirty as you can over the phone. You need to get her so horny that she'll be begging to suck your junk by the time you are done..."

I nodded sheepishly as he rattled off his advice, knowing full well that he was right.

"I know... I know..." I mumbled, trying not to show my embarrassment, but failing miserably, "I'll try."

Jack just shook his head again and patted me on the back, "You're hopeless. It's a miracle Kayla doesn't get bored of you! I so wish that I was in your place."

"Shut up, loser!" I smirked and punched him on his arm, "At least, I have a girlfriend who loves me, and can't stop thinking about me."

***

Kayla's POV

'Ahhhh... Ahhh... Fuck me, Duane...' I recalled my incessant moans of pleasure from the weekend, replaying my taboo weekend in my mind while sitting with Karlee and Keisha at the lunch table.

"Are you even listening?" Karlee waved her hand in front of my face, getting my attention.

"Y-Yeah... I am..." I stuttered, trying to push back my memories of that monster cock fucking me over and over again. I could practically still feel it inside of me.

"You've been awfully distracted all day..." her sister, Keisha, commented as she dug into her lunch while giving me a curious look, "What's got you in the clouds?"

I blushed, looking over at my two best friends, wondering if I should tell them.

It had barely been 48 hours since my first and SUPPOSEDLY last time with Duane. But it was done now. I had spent one weekend losing my virginity and having mind-numbingly amazing sex with my black stud, in exchange for protecting my parents' marriage, and now it was over! I could now go back to being the perfect girlfriend for Tom.

But I couldn't get Duane out of my mind. The way he held me; how his hands caressed my skin and groped me; his tongue swirling on my clit... Just thinking about it made me wet all over again. 'Stop thinking about him! He's in the past now'

"I-I just didn't get much sleep last night..."

*Ping*

My phone beeped with a message, and I blushed even harder as Duane's name popped up on my notification. 'What does he want now?'

>Duane: Hey beautiful.

I took a deep breath to calm my heart down before replying.

>Me: What do you want?

>Duane: Just wanted to tell you that you forgot your 'gift' at my place.

>Me: My gift?

>Duane: The lingerie I bought for you. You forgot it on my bed last night. You can come and pick it up after school today.

I blushed hard as I remembered exactly which piece he was talking about; the one I had modelled for him, the one he had made me wear the whole Sunday while he had fucked me senseless over and over again.

I bit my lip for a moment before replying. I knew I didn't need it back. But my feelings for Duane had changed significantly in the one month I was his 'Pretend Girlfriend'. I did enjoy the time spent with him, the perverted AND non-perverted dates too. So it was understandable that I sort of wanted a memento of our time together; something to remember our torrid affair by!

So, despite knowing better, like an idiot who had already broken her boyfriend's trust, I typed back my reply.

>Me: I'll be there after school. ONLY for the outfit. Nothing more.

***

'I really shouldn't be doing this,' I muttered to myself as I knocked on Duane's door later that afternoon.

But before I could change my mind about it, the door opened, and I was greeted with the sight of Duane shirtless and in his boxers.

"H-hi Duane," I blushed, as he casually let me in. I eyed the obscene bulge in his boxers. I couldn't help but bite my lip, imagining that huge black cock hidden beneath that thin layer of cotton, imagining our weekend again.

'Focus Kayla... You're not here to think about him like that!'

"Hey there," he smiled at me as I stepped into the house, "Come on in."

"I- I was just... t-the things... you said... the lingerie..." I stuttered as a blush spread across my cheeks. He had an amazing smile.

"Yup, got it right in my room. You know where it is..." he shrugged nonchalantly, and turned towards his bedroom, indicating to me to follow him.

My eyes roamed over his muscular physique, admiring his chiselled back and his broad shoulders. I looked around the house and asked quietly, "Are we alone?"

Duane smirked as he saw me eyeing him up, "Didn't you hear? My Dad's got his mentoring sessions with your mom, starting today. For her interview with the school board."

"Oh... y-yeah," I muttered nervously, vaguely remembering Dad mentioning it this morning. I eyed Duane nervously for any more of his persuasive tricks, but he really didn't seem to be planning anything as he shuffled around, looking for the bag.

"I-I need to be going. Keisha and Karlee are meeting me at the mall," I called out to him, trying to not stare so obviously at him.

'God, why did you make him so damn hot!' I sighed in my head, looking down and fiddling with my fingers nervously.

"Found it!" he said, as he picked up a much larger shopping bag than expected, from his closet, and then walked over to me. He stood in front of me. His imposing frame made me blush, as I looked up into those handsome brown eyes. 'He smells so good.'

Our fingers touched when he handed over the bag to me, and my heart skipped a beat. I gulped and looked down at the bag to avoid his piercing gaze, and got a bit confused as the bag contained, not one, but several small boxes.

"Oh yeah... you looked so damn hot in that one item..." he chuckled as he reached into the bag and pulled out a few boxes to show me, "I ended up going back and getting you a few more."

"T-thank you," I said trying to keep my voice steady, despite the intense arousal that was coursing through my body. 'Were they just as slutty as the one he had fucked me in?' I thought to myself.

I nodded and glanced again at the bag. Then I turned to leave after taking it from him. Just as I reached the door, his calm, deep voice stopped me, and I turned around.

"Hey... I know you have to go and meet your girlfriends. But you think that you have time to try one on before you leave," he grinned as my face turned a bright shade of red and my pussy twitched in excitement. He knew me well enough by now to know how much that idea would turn me on.

"I- I don't think that would be a-appropriate. We have our deal. You promised that we'll be just friends now..." I stuttered, my heart racing in my chest.

'Just get out of here, Kayla!'

"I got them as a gift for Tom," Duane's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Poor guy has no clue that I've been banging his girlfriend for so long. I thought watching you in some slutty outfits would make it up to him, when he does build up the nerve to treat his girl right..."

"I-I'm never wearing anything this slutty for Tom! He's not a pervert like you," I scowled at him as he chuckled at my response.

"Oh really? In that case, don't you think you should try it on at least once for someone who will REALLY appreciate how hot you look in them?" he asked smugly, "Trust me, I won't touch. I'll just sit here and watch you strip and model for me. And if it doesn't fit right, we can return it."

"That... that's a really bad idea," I gulped, "I'll try them on back at home."

"Come on Miss Goody-two-shoes. I know you better than that. If you aren't wearing them for Tom, you won't try them on alone," he said and I knew he was using his nickname for me to egg me on, "I spent a great deal of time picking these for you. It'd be a waste to not show off your banging, fuckable body in these outfits at least once! To me, that is."

"I-I..." I began, trying to think of a response. I could see his black cock rising and peeking through the opening in his boxers. It was semi hard already.

"Don't tell me you are shy all of a sudden. Not after what you let me do to you this weekend..." his hands reached up and lewdly cupped my tits, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my top. After the way he had worshipped and had his way with my body this weekend, I didn't even shy away and bit my lip at his touch.

"Just one last show, as a thank you for our great time together..."

I bit back a moan as I looked up at his handsome face, glancing down at his cock again, "F-Fine!"

***

An hour later...

"I'm... ahhh... sorreeeeee.... Karleee, Keishaaa!" I moaned into the phone as I bounced on Duane's lap wearing yet another slutty piece of lingerie, which looked straight out of a porno. He was laying back on the bed, his hands on my hips, as he guided me up and down his thick shaft, "I-I'll make it up to y-youuuu..."

"You'd better! We cancelled our plans with Sam for you!" Karlee complained, "Where are you? Did you ditch us to hang out with Tom?"

"I'm... at...ahh..." I began but I couldn't continue as my body shook with pleasure as another orgasm wracked through my body, "I'll call... you back..."

I cut the call before they could say anything else, or hear me moan really loud. My eyes met Duane's smug ones, and I glared at him, "This is... ahhh... all... ahhh... your fault."

"Is it? It's not like you aren't enjoying every second of it," he said teasingly as his fingers squeezed my ass. He lifted me up again before slamming me down hard on his cock. "Now shut up and bounce that juicy ass... ahhh... for me!"

I glared at him for a moment but a sharp thrust into my pussy made my eyes roll back as the pleasure hit me again, and I let out a moan, "Y-yessss... O yessss!" He was in so deep.

***

So that's how our new deal began, with another all-out fuck, where he had me cum twice by the end of it. And we had just tried out one of the outfits! So, in my lust addled state, I promised to return to try out all the dresses for him, every day. After all, he had gone through so much effort to select the most scandalous, sluttiest lingerie for me. Tom would never appreciate me wearing something so vulgar and lewd, so I might as well let Duane enjoy me in them.

As he'd put it, 'It would be a shame to have a fuckable body like mine to waste by NOT wearing something that accentuated every curve of mine...' And for once I agreed!

Besides, it was just a few more outfits which meant that I only needed to do this till Thursday, and that would be all! It's only for the next one week, until I try everything, then I would be back to being 'friends' with Duane.

But little did I realize that he was slowly but surely training my body to crave his touch and his cock. And the first step seemed to be pushing me out of my comfort zone, doing things for him that the old Kayla would never do in a million years.

***

Tuesday...

"E-Errr... One pack please."

The cashier, a handsome boy, just a few years older than me, raised his eyebrows at the pack of Magnum XL that I placed on the counter.

I kept my eyes low and blushed a deep beetroot red as I handed him the cash with trembling hands. I was quietly cursing Duane for making me do this; this was so embarrassing. But it's not like his message left me much of a choice.

>Duane: Hi babe, we ran out of rubbers last night. Can you get me a pack of extra-large Magnum's on your way home?'

I had obviously replied back with an immediate 'No' but his next message made me blush harder.

> Duane: It's for your own good. I don't mind fucking you raw, honestly.

So there I was, right after school, at the pharmacy, buying a pack of condoms for Duane to fuck me with! I had already cancelled my date with Tom today, telling him that I had to help out Duane for a tutoring session.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

***

Wednesday... Tom's POV

"65..."

"66..."

"Yes... 67..."

"C'mon... keep going..."

"68... Fuck... ahhh... 69!"

"Language, Tom..." Coach Carter's stern voice chided me and the entire baseball team behind us, as we all struggled with our 100 squat challenge.

Thursday was fitness day in practice and Coach Carter loved pushing us to our limits, running, squats, crunches, etc.

"Damn... if he was a dictator before, he's become an absolute tyrant once Coach Scott has joined up!" Sam, our weakest member, whispered as he dropped to his knees after his 71st squat while I nudged him back up. As the team captain, I wanted everyone to finish the sets.

"I-I'm not complaining, though," Jack muttered, a dreamy expression in his eyes, which were glued on Kayla's mother, Coach Avy Scott, as she did the squats along with us, "Just look at her! It's like her ass was sculpted by God himself, in His spare time."

I rolled my eyes as I looked over at Mrs. Scott. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat; her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily, but I could see the determination in her eyes as she continued doing the squats beside Coach Carter.

Despite her being Kayla's mother, I couldn't help but admit that she looked hot! She was wearing her usual tight T-shirt and gym shorts, but today the fabric seemed even more tight and accentuated every curve of her perfect body. Her blonde ponytail bounced behind her head as she moved, and the way her tits jiggled with every squat made even my cock twitch in my pants.

'Get your head out of the gutter, Tom! Kayla will notice!' I shook my head as I glanced over at the bleachers where my girlfriend Kayla was sitting, waiting for our practice to end. There was someone else sitting with her though, and I was surprised to see Duane of all people casually sitting next to her.

'Why is she sitting with him?'

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a dull thump on the ground. Sam had given up and was laying on the floor, like a starfish.

"73... Sam!" Mrs. Scott paused her own set to rush over to Sam, a smile on her face, "Keep going, you're almost there. You too, Tom! Keep it up!"

Her beautiful smile seemed to motivate Sam to get up and keep going. Mrs. Scott glanced sideways at Coach Carter, who nodded in approval and then began doing the sets with us once again.

***

After the final 100 squats, Coach Carter dismissed us and we collapsed on the floor, exhausted. I lay on my back, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

"That was... great..." Kayla's voice chimed out and I looked up to see her walking over with Duane, a water bottle in her hands for me.