School

Author's Note: Hey everyone. It's been a bit for a hell of a lot of reasons, but here's more smut! I hope you enjoy it. For the second half of our story, I'm going to be jumping around more. The first half was a lot of character building and setting up relationships, but I don't want to go minute by minute for the entirety of the story. There are moments I want to hit, and it makes sense for them to happen spread throughout a longer period. I hope you enjoy it, cum your brains out, and stay tuned because I'll be back with more sooner this time!

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I wake to the comfortable, now familiar sensation of Alex shifting in her sleep against me. She does this thing, unconsciously, where she balls up one hand into a fist and rubs it across my chest like she's trying to scrub it with an imaginary sponge. My heart melts every time. She's beautiful and lovely and so sweet that I can't believe she's with me.

She shifts again, rolling over, and I shift with her to keep her close against me. I have to pee--always do in the morning--but I need to cuddle her more. If I get up and go to the bathroom, this ends. I've tested it. I can shift around in bed all I want and she stays asleep and cuddly, but the second I get up and leave the bed for any reason she wakes up. Like the world's sexiest guard dog.

So instead of dealing with my bladder I just link my hands together around her stomach, just below her breasts, and rest my chin on the top of her head. She nuzzles back against me--a good sign that I made the right decision. I've slept with her almost every night for the last two weeks and I know the feel of her movements now and how to interpret them. All the little shifts and quiet noises she makes in her sleep. Sometimes Alex will make a series of little mumbly sounds that are nearly sleep talking, but there's no actual words. Other times she will roll over in her sleep and elbow me powerfully in the chest or the face.

I love all of it.

Every little thing she does is magic, everything she does just turns me on.

We've spent almost every waking moment of the past week together. Whether that's playing games, swimming, chatting, watching a movie, or our favorite activity: having a lot of sex. It's not like our relationship is entirely sexual. The romantic side of our relationship is growing every day, and making me fall for her harder and harder. I never knew I could feel this way about a person.

She murmurs into the pillow and shifts away, a sign that means that she's getting close to waking up. Alex gets all squirmy right before she gives in to the concept of being a human and wakes up to face the day. Normally I like to stick around to be here when she wakes because she likes to wake up and kiss me with her icky morning breath, but I have to pee so bad now that I'm willing to take the hit and slide out of bed.

Alex murmurs more when I leave, but she grabs a mound of blanket to cuddle with instead of her boyfriend and the murmurs subside for now. I'm eternally grateful that Ms. Larson allows us to maintain the temperature in our own rooms the way we like it, and also that Alex and I have similar feelings about how warm it should be in our bedrooms. I pad down the carpeted hallway to the bathroom and do all the things that I desperately need to do in the morning. Mostly things that my girlfriend doesn't need to be involved in. While I'm in the bathroom, I also take a quick shower. It's easily the fastest I've taken in over a week because it's the first one I've taken alone. No Lauren or Alex to distract me with their naked body or kiss me sensually under the deluge of water or even just provide good conversation. I can just scrub down, shampoo, rinse, and get about my day.

I'm no longer weirded out by not putting on clothes after a shower or walking back to my room naked. The strangeness around being naked has almost entirely vanished, now only rearing its head when Ms. Larson looks at me in a certain way or I get hard at an inopportune time and earn a smirk from Alex. It's just another part of life--one that I think I love.

Alex is awake and laying on her side, face dimly lit by her phone while she does some morning browsing. Her eyes are still sleepy, like she's at risk of falling back to sleep at any moment, but they lock onto me when I come back into the room.

"You left me," she pouts with an accusatory tone, "I was all comfy and you got up and left."

"Would you rather I peed the bed?" I ask as I slide back under the blankets next to her.

"Ew, no," she giggles and cuddles up to me, all sins instantly forgiven. "Not one of my kinks."

"And I'm incredibly glad for that." Alex kisses my cheek and sets her phone down. The Internet can wait. I roll onto my side a little to face her, and our arms wrap around each other into a mess of limbs. I kiss her back, on the lips this time, which makes her grin. Her head cocks to the side and she studies me, clearly about to say something.

"What is it?" I ask when she doesn't spit it out immediately.

"I'm just thinking. First day of school. I've known you for like two weeks and I've never felt like this before. And I get to see you with clothes on for the first time."

I chuckle at the silly statement. "How backwards is that? We've had sex--"

"A lot of really fucking good sex," she interjects before reaching down and gently gripping my cock with one hand.

I continue over her like she isn't holding onto my dick, "but we've never seen each other with clothes on. I don't know what kinds of clothes you like to wear, or what you look good in, or if you even have stuff that fits!"

She smiles at me and lightly kisses my nose. "I look good in everything," Alex says as if it's a lecture in a classroom, "that's just a fact. But I wear a lot of band T-shirts and I love a good skirt, and... well you know what?" She makes a cute little face at me that makes me melt. "You'll find out later today."

"I guess that's true. It's also not even that far away. Just like... an hour and change."

Alex sighs and curls up against me, making herself a little ball. It means she has to let go of my penis, but she makes me feel loved when she does this. "I don't wanna get up and go be an adult and go to school and stuff," she mutters into my chest, "can't we spend another week or so just having sex and hanging out and spending time together."

I laugh and run a hand through her hair, "Babe, that's... we literally live together. All day every day after classes, I'm yours."

"Unless your sister wants time with you, or Ms. Larson shows up and demands you go do... well, her." She says it in a light-hearted tone, but I can tell she's at least a little annoyed by the knowledge that she has to share me with two other women, one of which was twice our age and the other being my sister. I would like to say that I would happily give it all up and only have sex with her for the rest of my life if it was an option, but I don't think it would be true. I love Lauren too much, love the way she feels against me, and love the way she loves me back. We're physically and emotionally too compatible to not have the relationship we've developed. I'm not sure how I would cope if she or someone else said we were no longer allowed to have sex.

"You're still the one I sleep with every night," I whisper to her, in a tone that tells her that is the most important aspect of it all. It's up to her if she believes it or understands what I'm trying to say. She smiles though, and kisses my nose, so clearly she picked up on some of it.

"And I love waking up with you every morning. Really, really love it," she murmurs.

"Really though, I want to be clear," I say, inching a little bit closer to her and pressing my lips against hers until she makes me stop. That takes a while. "I want to be clear," I start again as we catch our breath from the kiss, "you're amazing, and a real relationship with you is more important than a physical relationship with the others."

Alex smiles again and sighs. "I guess I'll just have to believe you. Helps that I like you so fucking much."

We lay in companionable silence for a few minutes, just touching and rubbing and slowly waking up. Finally though, she sits up, the blanket falling away from her to give me my first view of her perfect tits this morning, and stretches her arms wide. "Ok, it's time for me to get up and actually get ready. As much as I'd love to just lay in bed with you all day, we do have to go to class and be adults and stuff." She slides over me, taking a long moment to straddle me, her pussy pressed against my flaccid cock just long enough to make me excited. Then she kisses my nose and slips off of me.

I slowly sit up as well and dangle my feet off the bed. "I'm used to getting dressed first thing when I'm going to school. But I guess that's the last thing I'll do before we get in the car."

"You'll get used to it, just like everything else here!" She gives me a little wave before prancing down the hallway to the bathroom for her shower.

It's no longer weird for me to be alone in her room, we trust each other plenty, but I still get up and head back to my room. I could poke my head in on Lauren, but she's always up before me and if I know her--which I usually do--she's awake and looking over her class materials not wanting to be bothered by anyone or anything. There's not even anything to look over yet, but she's better in school than me for a reason.

I send some texts to my family, checking in and responding to my mother's first-day-of-school well wishes. I've gotten better about texting her while I'm here, and I can tell she appreciates it. She wasn't quite ready for her kids to leave home. I wonder how she's going to handle us coming home for the summer.

My bag is already packed for the day but I check it again, and triple check which buildings and classrooms I need to go to and put all of that information into my notes app. Forgetting that seems exactly like the kind of thing I would do on my first day and be utterly lost and panicking and late.

Alex comes in as I'm finishing up, hair still mostly wet. She's running a brush through it to get rid of the bedtime tangles. "You gonna work out this morning?" She asks. I've been doing better about that, and I no longer leave utterly exhausted and ready to die. I'm on the cusp of that, but not quite there. Improvement!

"Shit, yeah," I mumble, checking the time. Still a couple minutes to get there. "You're so cute keeping me in line," I kiss her as I make my way out the door, and she just grins and goes back to brushing her hair.

Kayla and Tyler are in the workout room already, chatting casually with Serena. How am I always the last one here? Except... no Lauren. Well, if she wanted to be here she would be here. She's always smart and in control of her life.

Kayla is rubbing her eyes with one hand, fighting off the remnants of sleep even as she prepares to work out. She catches my eye and grins, giving me a little wave. "Look who decided to join us," she teases, drawing the attention of the others.

"You skipped last session," Serena remarks, as if it might be the worst thing in the world. I guess from her point of view, in the context of our interactions, not showing up is about as bad as it gets.

"It wasn't on purpose!" I say, not liking how much I sound like a whiny child right now. Kayla and Tyler giggle and move off to talk and stretch before we start.

"I know, you were too busy fucking the hell out of Alex, right?" I blush a little. She's right, but it still makes me a little uncomfortable for her to be so open. She grins at the blush and gently punches my shoulder. I'm not as close to her as I am to everyone else in the house, but she has such a casual, friendly, almost "bro-ey" demeanor that it's impossible to not smile back at her.

"Yeah, we had morning sex and then... well then I fell back asleep." I rub the back of my head. Not a great reason to miss working out, especially when I've been so vocal to Serena, Alex, and myself about trying to actually improve my fitness. But I'm a horny young man who sleeps in the same bed as my girlfriend every night. Mistakes are going to happen.

"Yeah yeah, I get it," she chuckles, "Alex is sexy as fuck. If I was dating her I'd spend all day every day eating that pussy." Serena mimes tonguefucking my girlfriend and all I feel about it is extreme horniness. I look down away from her face for a moment and find myself staring at her tits again. Fuck, they're perfect. I would love to suck them, or fuck them, or even just touch those incredibly perky globes. Even now, standing here and zoning out of the conversation, I feel an intense desire to reach up and just fondle her. I've never felt her tits, but they're the only part of her body that looks even remotely soft. Her tits are so soft looking that they look like they belong to someone else--someone who isn't made of granite and steel everywhere else.

I'm forcibly yanked from my daydream by a sudden pressure on my cock. I let out a soft grunt--more of a whimper if I'm being totally honest--and look down to see Serena's powerful hand gripping my half-hard cock and balls firmly. She squeezes and I whimper again. I look past her and see Kayla and Tyler pointedly looking the other way, wrapped in a conversation with each other but facing the wall.

"Have your attention now?" She asks with a chuckle. I nod, and she tightens her grip a little. "Be honest, were you daydreaming about my tits?"

"How did you know?" I ask, now up on my toes. My hands are flailing a little, looking for something to steady me and I know grabbing onto her for balance would be a bad idea right now. So instead, I just quiver in place and pathetically hope that she releases me soon.

"Because you weren't responding to my questions, and you were staring at my chest," she says with a grin. "Your dick is going to get you in trouble one day."

"Sorry, you're like..."

"I know," she cuts me off, "you think I'm hot, you really want to fuck me, especially because everyone else around here is willing to fuck you. I told you before though, I'm rough with little boys," she leans in as she says this, her face barely an inch from mine. "I'd break you in half, Joseph," she murmurs, "and sure you'd cum your little brains out, but I'd ruin you."

"I can take that risk," I say defiantly. I don't feel like a big, strong man at the moment. Not even fucking close. But I have to send off that aura or she'll know she's won.

She laughs in my face and gives my cock and balls a rough squeeze. I whine again which earns another laugh. "You're so fucking cute when you try and act big. Buddy," she releases my junk, "I like making boys like you realize just how small and weak they are. I'll make you cum like never before but you'll never be the same again. You're not ready for that." Serena slaps my ass and pushes me towards my spot. "Now let's work out, like we're here to do."

Kayla and Tyler are in their places. Tyler doesn't look my way, but Kayla is giving me a raised eyebrow that I've learned means some combination of "What the fuck?" and "You ok?" I give her a nod to reassure her and she looks back ahead as our Amazonian steps up to the front of the room.

The first few minutes of the exercise are more difficult than I would like them to be. Not physically, though my body does take a few minutes to warm up to the idea of moving and lifting things. My mind is too focused on Serena and the way she had grabbed me. I've never felt so vulnerable and at someone else's mercy before. Sure, Ms. Larson is dominant, but she accepts a hard refusal. Serena felt like she could grab me and hold me and make me do anything she wanted. And I'd have no way of stopping her.

Though my eyes stay on the gorgeous hardbody woman in front of me, my thoughts eventually are able to focus on other things. I lose myself in the feeling of pushing my body and growing muscle. By the end of the hour, I'm entirely exhausted and parched, but slightly high on the euphoria of a good workout. I'm glad it has turned into a good feeling instead of the pure pain from the first few times.

As Kayla and Tyler wander off I'm left alone with Serena. I feel the need to say something about what happened earlier, but all that comes out is a faint squeak and a cough. The tall Latina turns towards me and crosses her and under her chest, pressing her tits up and together in a way that is entirely too enticing.

"Um," I say, trying to find my voice again.

"You wanna talk about earlier?" She says, cutting through my awkwardness to the heart of the matter.

"Yeah," I reply, still working to figure out what to say. I want to tell her that it wasn't ok, that I'm not comfortable with that. But it isn't entirely true.

"I needed to get your attention, and you seem like you can only think with your cock--typical for a boy your age--so I got your attention. It didn't hurt much did it?" For a moment I think she might be genuinely concerned for my well-being, but it makes more sense that she's worried I might go tell her boss she hurt me.

"Only a little," I admit. I wish I could tell her it was the worst pain of my life and that she should never do it again. Her eyes are Wonder Woman's lasso, forcing me to tell the truth to her no matter the cost to myself.

"Just a little?" She asks, taking a step forward. I take a half step back, but her steps are longer than mine and she's dangerously close. I can smell the sweat on her, an intoxicating aroma that draws me closer like a cartoon pie. "And what was the rest of it?"

"Um," I say again, trying to take another step back. She's too big, too in my face. She follows me, like a leopard on the hunt, advancing on me with a smirk plastered across her face.

"Did you like it perhaps, Joseph?" her voice is low. It's husky and sensual and demanding and sultry and I can't stand it. It rips through my body like a cold wind and leaves me shivering. "Did you like being handled like that?" My back reaches a wall and I bump against it, quietly gasping. Why do I feel like a mouse being chased around by a cat? "Did you want more, Joseph?" Serena hisses, stepping up to me and putting one hand flat against the wall over my shoulder, the other hand presses my chest back harder against the wall, a slight ache in my ribs.

I look up at her and my breath catches in my throat. Everything stops--her eyes, my eyes, our breathing--except for her hand which slides down my stomach. Her fingers, strong and probing, slip down my stomach. Her eyes stay locked on mine as her hand trails along my cock and down to my balls, fondling them lightly before taking my shaft in her hand.

"Say it," she orders, slowly stroking my flaccid cock. It won't stay flaccid for long though, my heart is pounding so hard I can't even hear myself think, and most of that blood is rushing to my penis. "Say you want to be my little fuck toy. Say you want to be used up, and I'll do it."

Do I want that? Do I really? I could... I could be fine without it. But that part of me, deep down, that wants this actually wants it more than anything. I'm in college now, it's the time for exploration. And I know if I never explore this thought, these thoughts of being dominated and truly taken by a woman in the ways that Serena has hinted, then I might live with that regret forever.

"I..." I start, and gasp as she cups my balls and gives them a squeeze, she smiles and nods.

"Say it, little boy."

"I want you to be rough with me. I want you to use me." I whisper.

She slaps me across the face instantly. It's not as hard as she could have hit me, I know that just from looking at her but it rocks me to the side. I cry out while she puts a hand on my shoulder and spins me around, but the cry dies when she shoves me against the wall. I realize that, unlike with Ms. Larson, I don't have a safe word here with Serena. Though, with how she's handling me, I don't know if she would listen to it. I also don't know if I would say it. Just to... I guess just to test my limits. To see if I can truly handle what she keeps saying she's going to do to me.