Sweat covered Susan's straining body as she gasped for air, her skin flushed a bright red, her heart pumping as fast and as hard as it could to keep up, muscles pumping and thrusting as she worked towards her goal. Her long blonde hair, bound in a pony tail, whipped around behind her as she ignored the burning in her lungs, the muscles begging for reprieve, the dryness of her throat. Susan blocked out all distractions, the sounds of her parents shouting her name to cheer her on only broke through as she came around the last turn on the track, breaking into a dead sprint to cross the finish line only a couple of paces ahead of her nearest rival!
She slowed down, continuing to jog for a short distance before walking off the track to be embraced by her boyfriend, Blake. She returned his hug for a few moments, feeling his massive arms wrap around her, before backing away so she could catch her breath.
"Great job, Susan! You've got the top run times for the 400 meter dash and the 3K relay! Not a bad way to finish high school, huh?"
"Nope, not a bad way at all. Where's mom and dad?"
Susan saw the answer to her question as her parents came jogging up to her, cameras in hand.
"Oh we're so proud of you sweetie!"
"Great job, Suzy. You want to go out for lunch at Freddie's after they wrap up here?"
"Sure thing, Dad."
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And so the school year wound down, Susan and Blake graduated, with Susan in the top tenth of her class and Blake graduating with a comfortable if not impressive 3.0 GPA. Fact was, Blake only got that grade because of Susan tutoring him, which also happened to be how they started dating. Blake had started doing poorly in his math and science classes, and was in danger of being taken off the team. Coach Thompson, the football coach, had talked to Coach Hernandez, the Track and Field coach, and asked if any of her girls could tutor him.
He had gotten it in his head that Blake would pay more attention if the tutor was a pretty girl, not to mention that Blake, despite his athletic prowess, was almost painfully shy around girls. It so happened that he did pay attention when Susan was tutoring him, and she helped him to get the grades he needed to pass the class, the two of them becoming a couple on the way. Blake was the kind of guy who was just smart enough to figure out that he should find someone smarter than him to do the heavy thinking. He wasn't an idiot by any reasonable measure, but he was comfortable with letting Susan call the shots for him.
Most of their circle of friends consisted of members of the school's various athletic groups: sports, track and field, weightlifting, and wrestling. They never really tried to exclude anyone else, but kids their age tend to hang out with kids they're similar to. One of the exceptions in their group was Susan's cousin Judy, who would drive into town every couple of weekends in her patched-up old Camaro to go shopping and hang out.
Judy wasn't really quite like the rest of the gang, she tended to be a bit less refined, even by teenage standards, more "rough around the edges", as they say. She didn't bother to wear the latest fashions, she didn't play sports or work out all the time, and of course, she didn't go to school with them, since she lived out of town. Mainly she hung out with them because she was Susan's cousin, and because her house out of town had certain things that the other kids' homes lacked. Mainly, it had a swimming pool and a comfortable distance from responsible parental supervision.
Which, of course, is where the gang found themselves that weekend, sitting around the pool, listening to someone's iPod on the stereo system, and enjoying the beers that Judy's dad James was cool enough to let them have. Those who were already coupled up were sitting close, some making out at the pool, others slinking off to find some privacy around the house or the nearby garage. Amongst the singles, you had the guys mostly clustered around the girls, vying for their attention, with Judy by far getting the most suitors, to the chagrin of at least a few of the other girls.
Of course, Judy had certain attributes herself that many of Susan's male friends were drawn towards. While she lacked the leanness and tight muscle tone of the more athletic girls amongst their group, her body did have a certain generosity at the curves that generally ensured she always had someone to make conversation with. She was also a huge flirt; unrefined and upfront in that way that got teenage boys hot under the collar. Not to mention that beat up Camaro that she loved to go tearing around in. It wasn't one of the shiny new models, but rather an old worn out '92 that her daddy had fixed up for her as a Sweet Sixteen present a couple years back.
Uncle James came out to the pool, taking in the view for a moment before turning to Susan.
"Hey Susan, can you help me in the kitchen for a bit?"
"Uhm... sure!"
James held the door open for Susan and watched her wet bikini bottom as it clung to her firm tight ass while she walked into the house and into the kitchen.
"I figured I'd make cookies for you kids, but I have to make a bunch if I'm gonna feed you all. If you could help me, things would go a lot faster."
"Sure!" Susan couldn't put her finger on it, but she always felt a bit uncomfortable around her Uncle James. It always felt like he was watching her whenever she was around, particularly when she was in her bikini like tonight. She put those thoughts aside as she cut the dough up into little discs and laid them out on the pan.
Meanwhile, Blake found himself sitting alone, but not for very long as Judy broke loose from her entourage and pulled up close to him, almost close enough to touch.
"So Blake, how have you and Susan been doing lately?"
"Uhm... pretty good, I guess?"
"Have the two of you been getting any action?"
"Say what?"
"You know, have you been knockin' boots, bumping uglies, fucking. Does my cousin put out?"
"Er... I don't think I should..."
"Hmm... that's what I was afraid of. She can be a bit of an ice queen, huh? And she's going to college out of town I hear..."
Blake stammered and struggled through the beer-induced haze to try and think of what to say when as he felt Judy's hand on his thigh, slowly working up his leg towards his groin as she leaned into him. Her cleavage ever looming as she used her forearms to squeeze them together to their most potent effect.
"You know... I'm not going anywhere. And unlike my cousin, I know about the... needs..." with a light squeeze on his rock-hard cock, "...that a boy has..."
"I... uhm... uh... "
