All characters in this story are of legal age.
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The locker room was partially empty during the first gym classes of the early morning and Agnes was grateful. There was something about being amongst others that put the natural loner ill at ease. It was her first year at the school and in all the time that had passed the only friend she'd managed to make was a fellow nerd oddly enough named Poindexter Snodgrass. The lanky somewhat personable teen preferred Dexter and the two had struck an academic rivalry that had eventually blossomed into friendship with what seemed the possibility for more. It had begun with her chiding him over a perpetual crush on a fellow classmate; the severely unobtainable Kelsey Taylor who absolutely detested him in every form and fashion. Dexter joked in return about her lack of paramours and her almost offensive state of chastity eventually asking her which nunnery she would be joining upon graduation. She responded with a prolonged kiss that got his attention and laughed at the reddened expression that followed.
She hadn't initially realized the fires stoked inside her friend until he'd made his attentions clear one afternoon while they were studying. They were studying hard for an upcoming academic decathlon when she noticed that he was a little less than focused. Up until that point she had written off the prolonged glances and awkward horseplay when they got together.
"What's going on with you Dexter?"
"Huh, what are you talking about Agnes?"
"You know what I'm talking about; lately you seem-a little "bothered" to say the least." She almost laughed in his reddened face as he struggled to formulate some plausible explanation for his behavior.
"Sorry." She was surprised at the sudden apology as he meekly buried his face in his thick textbook.
"That's it?"
"Yeah I guess; you're not uh, interested and I know when to cut my losses."
"Wow, you give up way too easily. No wonder you're still a virgin." It was meant as a sarcastic aside but he took minor exception.
"You should be happy, we can crochet together and churn butter and shit. Could you hook me up with a promise ring Agnes?" He deadpanned but she could hear the hurt in his voice.
"You want a hug?"
"Yeah."
"Seriously?" She smiled sweetly sitting with her arms spread widely in open invitation. This was a big step for the awkward teen who wasn't going to look a gift horse in the eye. Other than perving non-stop on Kelsey Taylor; he'd harbored some hope that romance could be had with his intellectual rival and best friend. What followed was a comedy of errors as the two "nerds" embraced nervously for mere seconds before quickly retreating back to their books. Agnes was deep in her studies when she felt his palm lightly graze her thigh. She decided to ignore it even when it lingered. His breathing had grown audible and somewhat labored as his hand began to slide upward until it rested just under the crease where her butt met her thighs. Agnes couldn't deny her own pent up desire as he cupped the nearest cheek letting it rest there.
"What are you doing?" She asked in faux irritation at his nervous efforts.
"It's called a massage; just thought you could use one Agnes-You know take the edge off?" His hand had drifted over to the other heavily covered cheek slightly kneading it.
"Is that right Dexter?"
"Uhm, yeah, sure." In moments their bodies had become entangled as they worked at creating a communal friction that was pleasurable to both. The surprising supple roundness of her buttocks fueled his increasingly manic movements while she accommodated him by bumping against his crotch. She didn't seem to have anything against dry humping rolling her hips into his hardness. Strangely enough, Agnes fidgeted nervously when he attempted to raise the pleated material for a look at her backside. He was frustrated as she rolled over onto her back denying him. He was already on the verge sitting on his haunches as he did his best to control his breathing while she lay prone looking up at him expectantly.
"I-I'm going to kiss you now." He sounded as nervous and scared as she was leaning in and finding her seeking lips an open invitation for more. Her lips were extraordinarily soft to the touch and she parted them ever so slightly using her tongue to outline the crease between his own gaining entrance. She could feel his erection throbbing on her thigh and reached down palming it through his slacks. The khaki material was more than a little damp with precum as his nails dug into the abundant flesh of her bottom. Her other hand found and dug into the cleft between his own clothed cheeks as she worked him between her thighs with her shapely legs.
She gasped as the inexperienced nerd lay prone atop her feeling all of his dead weight pressing her into the mattress. Agnes locked her legs into the small of his back as he pushed up with his hands grinding into her body. She could feel his modest length pressing against her mound; pushing and pounding her increasingly wet slit. Her hands cupped his cheeks drawing him in for more kissing as he ground into her as if he would breach her sex at any moment. Before she knew it her calve length skirt was pooled at her hips while his fingers rubbed her slit rougher than she would have liked.
"So fucking wet Agnes." A finger or two had suddenly found the wetness between her thighs as she spasmed and shook under her best friend. She hadn't wanted his fingers inside but was hesitant to stop him preferring things progress further.
"Can I fuck you?" Even as he spoke she could hear him undoing his belt already anticipating her consent while his other hand pried her tight, fullback panties to the side exposing her puffy mound. The wetness was visibly present on her slit running down the crack of her ass. Agnes couldn't deny what she craved at that moment but knew that she must.
"No." She didn't sound very convincing and the wide eyed sadness on his face tugged at her heartstrings.
"Please Agnes; please fuck me." He desperately wanted her so bad he could taste it and his erect five inch cock was only inches away from her bounty. Dexter knew he could just shove it inside but that would make him a criminal and destroy their relationship. That was the last thing he wanted but his need was so great that he was beside himself.
"No, I'm not ready for that yet...sorry." His bottom lip was quivering and it looked as if he would cry when she reached down softly taking him into the palm of her hand. He leaned forward putting the weight on his left arm as she stroked his cock with agonizingly slow strokes. Agnes wanted to take responsibility for letting things get out of hand and at least get the disheveled nerd off.
"I-I'm really sorry for asking; uhm you just felt so good." She didn't respond as her gaze remained focused on the ministrations of her pumping fist. He could feel the fire boiling in his loins and knew release wasn't far off. Agnes suddenly drew her hand back leaving his reddened cock bouncing in the sir.
"AGNES!" He screamed as she look inquisitively up at his face.
"Trust me Dexter; I'm not going to leave you in this state." They rested for a few more minutes as his lust began to subside when she quickly took him again jerking a little harder this time. In seconds he was about to burst all over her when she snatched her hand away again with a little giggle.
"You'll understand in a moment." Five minutes later, Agnes was stroking him for all she was worth as he teared up and fucked back against her hand when she yanked her hand away again.
"FUCK AGNES-SHIT!!" He nearly lost himself almost shoving his tortured cock into her virginal confines and gathered himself in seconds when she pulled him in for a deep soulful kiss.
"You want to cum?" She asked plainly.
"Y-Yeah?" Agnes was already jerking him as hard as she could this time slapping his cock on top of her lightly furred mound.
"You sure Dexter?"
"YEAH!"
"I don't know; maybe we should just stop and get back to our studies...What do you think?"
"PLEASE AGNES!!" Her fingers were locked tightly around the base of his cock preventing him from climaxing but the determined nerd was already roughly fucking her hand.
"Why don't you fucking cum then Dexter; I'M NOT STOPPING YOU!!" Her husky, aggressive tone coupled with his own impending need was too much as he climaxed loudly. For her part, Agnes pressed his length into her vaginal cleft holding it there as he sawed her sopping wet lips mixing his cum with her own.
