Author's Note: The most continuing criticism I get as feedback from my stories is the use of condoms. I'm trying to make these stories as realistic as possible. Most of these characters are young co-eds. Of course they are going to be using condoms. Anyway ... enjoy!
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Ch. 11
"They're getting ready to go!" Vickie told him excitedly, "I'm gonna start to get changed, you see them off and then put on a dress shirt, nice pants and some shoes. Come to my room then!"
"Yeah!" he said excitedly as he jumped off his bed. He went downstairs and got a glass of milk and then casually hung out by the porch as his parents said good night and went off to their weekly card night with friends. "Hell ya!" he whooped as the car pulled out and he ran off to get changed and then went to Vickie's room. It was opened a crack so he just went in. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed when he saw her, "That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" She had on a tiny black dress, tight and well above the knee, black stockings, black high heels, and her raven hair was brushed seductively over one shoulder. "So hot!"
"You look presentable, I guess," she grinned and immediately turned on the music. They met in the middle of her room and stepped into each other's arms. He slid his hand on her lower back and she laid one hand on his shoulder. They held hands with the other and danced to the slow melody playing from the tiny speakers on her dresser.
"Jesus Christ, you smell good," he murmured as he inhaled deeply. She laid her head on his shoulder and swayed her hips gently in time to the music.
Another song played and another and he let go her hand to snake his arms around her slender small body to crush her up against him. With another song he began to gently nibble on her heck and then with another the low sound of her dress getting unzipped added to the music.
"Jesus, you're smooth," she whispered as his fingers probed inside her dress. His deft fingers found the clasp of her bra and unfastened it. "I guess it's shower time now," she remarked as he pulled her dress over her shoulders and then it dropped to the floor. "Those bikini bottoms don't come off, Brad. I'm serious."
"Yeah, sure Vik," he whispered as he carefully studied her small pert breasts with their button hard little nipples. He reached to cup one and gently pinched the nipple.
"Jesus," she whispered and started to unbutton his dress shirt. She pulled it off and ran her hands slowly over his muscular torso. "We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered as he kicked off his shoes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom and her shoes dropped off along the way. He deposited her on the floor and quickly ran the shower. "Better take these off?" he dropped to his knees and after kissing her belly some he slowly pulled off the stockings until she was naked except for the bikini bottoms. Holding her by the hips he went in with his mouth.
"Oh no! No, you don't!" she pulled him up after he only managed a kiss on the puffy swell between her legs. The scent of her pussy filled his nostrils though as he stood up. "Aren't you supposed to have trunks?"
"Forgot them," he grinned as he pulled down his pants and quickly stripped naked.
"Not part of the plan," she chastised him as she studied his upright hard cock.
"Come on, you," he pulled open the shower stall and pulled her in with him to the steamy inside.
"Arg!" she gasped as the hot water cascaded over them and soon they were both wet. "No mouth kissing," she said as he pulled her into his embrace and turned her head as his mouth descended. He has to satisfy himself to kissing everywhere else and he made his way down until he took a hard nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly a bit before pulling him off her breast, "Ok, enough of that too. Soap me up."
They soaped up each other. Brad got behind her and with handfuls of lather he caressed her breasts as his cock rubbed in the small of her back. "Mmmmm," he squat down a bit so his cock could press against her ass and he grinded into her.
"No, Brad," she pulled his hand away as he tried to take off her bikini. "Here," she got behind him and took his hand a put it down to his cock. "That's the only way and you got to do it to yourself. I'm just a spectator in this."
"Jesus, your cruel, Vik," he laughed.
"Come on!"
"Yeah, ok." He started to masturbate as she pushed herself against him from behind and rubbed his chest, shoulders and arms. "I should've kicked you out for tonight and had Colleen over."
"You should've. Now beat that meat!"
He pulled fast and furious and soon felt the orgasm coming, "Cumming Vik!" he grunted. She peeked out from behind him and he aimed towards the shower wall.
"EEEK!" she exclaimed in glee as he grunted and a shot of cum arced out powerfully and hit the wall. "OMG!" she exclaimed again as he grunted and pulled slowly as a second and third squirt got ejected to lessening force until just a long dollop hung from his dick and he shook it off. "Shit dude!"
"More than your little boyfriends, hey, Brat!" he laughed as he turned into the stream of water. "You wanna wash it off?"
"I'm good thanks."
"I should just carry you back to my bed and take you," he remarked as he washed his cock.
"You can't and won't do that. Maybe if it was in primordial days. We done?" she turned off the water and they got out. "Colleen wouldn't've been a better choice, hey?" she smirked as she wrapped a towel around herself.
"Yup."
"Then give up this stud dream you got of bagging your little sister and get yourself some real pussy!" she started to walk away, "Oh! And start with Tammy and make sure Dean finds out! Then I'll console him and both of us can get laid!" she stuck her tongue out at him and then squealed and ran away as he threw his towel at her.
Ch. 12
"Don't forget, dude," Brad grinned at Dean.
"You're playing the second half and all you can think about is pussy!" Dean laughed.
"Hey! My priorities are right! Coach says we can run over for a minute or so before his prep talk."
"I can't believe he's doing that."
"I said it may be the last game my gran is at," Brad grinned, "And hey, it might! She might get hit by a bus or abducted by aliens after the game, right?"
"True. True."
"I'll have to come up with my plan to nail Tammy after that," Brad grinned and Dean pushed him laughing. "You should try the single life again man!"
"Hard to give up regular pussy," Dean grinned, "Get it? Hard?" he laughed at his own joke.
"Variety is good too, guy. Get it before you settle down."
The first half was fairly even and it was 14-14 at the half. When the coaches were talking to individual players who were on the field for the first half Brad and Dean were excused. They trotted over to the bleachers to find Brad's grandmother. There were a few spectators here and there but where it was just a pick up practice game there wasn't a huge crowd. Brad was able to spot his grandmother by her silver hair and quickly identified the stylish lady sitting next to her, wearing jeans and an expensive burgundy fall jacket with matching brown leather boots and gloves. "There's Kelly-Ann!" Brad said eagerly to Dean.
"Hi, Nan," Brad gave her a hug as the two women walked down the bleachers to greet them.
"You remember my friend, Carol?" they were re-introduced.
"Of course," Brad looked at Carol who studied him back like the cat looking at the canary. She had bleached blonde hair and a huge smile; she looked even more like Kellyanne Conway up close, especially her slender yet curvy body and sense of style.
