Midwestern Sluts

By Lilith Goode

Kaitlin looks like a porn star but is positively chaste when compared to her best friend, who looks like the sweet, innocent girl next door but whose goal is to sleep with every boy in their class before she graduates. Still the question remains; how did Kaitlin go from class president and head cheerleader to erotic video queen before she even graduated high school?

All she'd been looking for was tutoring in AP chem, but she hadn’t counted on the chemistry that developed between her and the smartest boy in school. Now she's discovering all sorts of new things about life, love, and herself as she explores her new sexuality, with a little help from her friends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: Jun 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005631468

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake.My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac.When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out).Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like.I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac.At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it.That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica.(I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the sex down so I could sell them as straightforward fiction, but what fun would that be?)And I'm sorry, but I don't see the point in writing if you don't tell a story, so you'll just have to suffer through the myriad adventures my girls and gurls encounter as they bounce from one bed to another. Or the couch, desk, floor etc... I'm still trying to figure out how to write a sex scene on the ceiling, although I've come pretty close to it with Dove.Most of my early works were either centered around sexually 'enthusiastic' girls, or a little later, BBC loving ones, but for some time now I've been interested in trans girls. I blame Supergirl, and the lovely and talented young trans actress who was featured on that show. Because, let's face it, if I'm fascinated by the thought of a young girl transitioning from a virgin to a sex maniac after her first time, then the idea of a boy who does the same thing, sacrificing not only his 'cherry' but his male identity, is positively irresistible.(A friend once told me I was contrary. I argued with them, of course, but they have a point. I love stories or characterizations that challenge the rules or norms of society. What can I say? I'm just a troll at heart.)So, along with my usual fare, you'll find a lot of my more recent works feature sissies or trans girls. If you're not into that sort of thing, make sure you check my categorizations. Don't worry, you'll still find lots of sweet young nymphomaniacs and hot interracial sex among my other works.As always, I would be greatly appreciative of any feedback regarding my writing style that anyone would care to share with me, either directly at [e-mail] or by posting reviews of my works on-line wherever you purchased your edition. Also, good news for all you people out there who, like me, love free stuff. I'm not getting any younger, and I like the idea of people reading my books after I'm gone, so I've decided to make all of them free from now on, including any future ones. I've got about four I'm trying to finish up before that final visitor shows up knocking on my door, (including a cute takeoff on Grimms' Fairy Tales that I hope to have out in a couple of weeks) so keep an eye out for them. I'm not exactly clear on how it works, but I think if you either sign up for alerts or 'favorite' me you'll get notified when I publish something new, so you might want to do one or both of those things if you haven't already.XOXO,Lilith

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Midwestern Sluts

Copyright 2022 Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

Cover Image Credit: SHUTTERSTOCK / MEDIA HOME

ISBN: 9781005631468

How does a girl go from class president and head cheerleader to porn star before she even graduates? All Kaitlin was looking for was tutoring in AP chem, but she didn’t count on the chemistry that developed between her and the smartest nerd in school. Now she was finding out all sorts of new things about life, love, and herself as she explored her new sexuality with a little help from her friends.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE – SWEET SURRENDER

CHAPTER TWO – IT’S ABOUT TIME

CHAPTER THREE – TOMMY TAKES A HIKE

CHAPTER FOUR – AMATEUR NIGHT

CHAPTER FIVE – HALLOWEEN

CHAPTER SIX – REVIEW FOR SAM

CHAPTER SEVEN – JUST FRIENDS

CHAPTER EIGHT – GANGSTER SEX

CHAPTER NINE – POPULAR

CHAPTER TEN - BUSTED

CHAPTER ONE – SWEET SURRENDER

Hi, Kendall. How’s it going?

What do you want, Kaitlin?

Why do you think I want something?

Well, maybe because you haven’t spoken to me since tenth grade.

Oh, don’t be silly! I saw you at the lake a month ago.

You told me if I looked at you again, you’d have Tommy beat me up.

Shit! I’d forgotten about that. Well, he had been staring right at me, and I was hanging with my girls, and they’d noticed and started teasing me and, well, he was the class geek and all. What did he expect?

Oh, I was just teasing you! I wouldn’t really have Tommy beat you up.

He did. That night.

Coincidence. You know how he is.

Everyone knows how Tommy is. Beating people up is what he does. He claims it keeps him in shape for football. My best fucking friend forever, Ashley, says he’s just an asshole. I suspect she’s right. Still, when you’re the head girl having someone around who will beat up anyone at your command comes in handy sometimes. I guess that means I’m an asshole too. At least sometimes.

What do you want, Kaitlin?

Well, I’m taking AP Chemistry this year, and I really need to do well in it for my college applications, and I’m having just a little trouble understanding some of it...

I’m not doing your work for you. We’re not in eighth grade anymore.

Oh, I don’t want you to do my work. I just want you to, you know, help me a little.

You want me to tutor you?

Exactly! Just help me understand some of the harder parts.

And what will you do for me?

I blinked. Kendall Fitzgerald not jumping through hoops for me? Showing self-interest? Growing a pair? This was a new, and frankly disturbing, development. I’m only eighteen. I can’t be losing my touch already. Oh, God, I’m over the hill! I need a mirror!

Oh, Kendall, you know I’ll be happy to help you. What do you want? An invite to some killer parties? You want me to set you up with someone? Someone hot? How about Ashley? She’s not dating anyone at the moment.

That was technically true since Ashley dates everyone. Everyone who’s not a geek, at least. For a second, he looked interested. Then he seemed to reconsider.

I was thinking of something more than just a movie and a brush-off.

Oh, come on! What did he expect, me to get him laid? I’m head girl, but even I have limits. Although I suppose I could offer to elevate one of the lower tier girls if I had to. For a one-night stand. Or maybe just a blowjob. This was Kendall, after all. I doubted he’d ever held hands with a girl. I was sure he’d settle for a blowjob. Maybe even a hand job.

All right, Kendall. What do you want?

Kendall took a deep breath.

I’ll teach you advanced chemistry if you teach me about sex.

What?

Sex. I want you to teach me about sex.

Um - you mean, like sex education? The birds and the bees? You did take biology, right?

Of course, he did. The guy was a certified freaking genius. He had an IQ of like a thousand. But I was clutching at straws here.

I was thinking of something a little more hands on.

You want me to have sex with you? Kendall, I have a boyfriend. Remember Tommy? I don’t think he’d like the idea.

Not necessarily have sex with me. Not - you know, sex. Just teach me how to talk to girls. And flirt. And maybe kiss.

You want me to teach you how not to be a nimrod?

Okay, that wasn’t my best work, but I was still having a little difficulty processing what was happening.

Well, I might phrase it differently, but yes. Teach me how to be cool.

You’re really serious, aren’t you?

Come on, Kaitlin. We’ve been friends... We’ve known each other since first grade. For eleven years I’ve been the outcast, the loser. This is my last year of high school. I’d like to be able to look back on at least one year of my childhood with fondness.

I thought about it. I mean, I guessed I could do it. After all, ninety percent of making him cool would only take my treating him like he was cool. The rest of the school would follow my lead. At least, the cool kids would, and who cares about the rest of those losers? And I really needed to get a good mark on my chemistry course. College applications were coming up.

Well... Okay, I’ll try. It’s a deal. But no guarantees. I mean, I can teach you what to do, but you still have to be the one to do it, right?

Kendall grinned. Deal. Should we kiss on it?

Oooopsie. I’d forgotten about that. Well, what the hell. I didn’t believe relationships only counted when the boy was physically present, like Ashley did, but I’d been known to play a little slap and giggle on the side before. And Tommy wasn’t exactly the most faithful guy on the planet. I still remembered that fat bleached blonde slut I’d caught him boinking over the summer. But he was the starting quarterback and the team captain, and I was the head cheerleader, so we kinda had to go out. It was like an unwritten rule.

We will be tutoring each other someplace private, right?

Sure. Come over to my house after practice gets out.

I sighed inside and put on my official trademarked pep smile. I can’t wait!

* * * * *

I pulled up in front of Kendall’s parents’ huge brick ranch in my red Beetle convertible.

I love Bugsie. I’d insisted on red, and I didn’t care that it clashed with my dark copper hair. Or that I had to slather my pale skin with lotion to keep it from burning when I had the top down, which I always did when it was nice out. Kendall walked outside to greet me.

First lesson. Don’t be overeager. What were you doing, waiting and watching out the window? You should have let me ring the bell and then made me wait.

He smiled. Got it. You look beautiful.

I’d changed into a dark green leather miniskirt and a white halter top after cheerleader practice. I had to admit, I did look pretty hot in it. It was probably overkill for Kendall, but I do have standards. Other people could have seen me.

Second lesson. Pretty girls get compliments all the time. From everybody. For everything. If you want to stand out, don’t get sucked into that game. Be non-committal. Make us earn our compliments. Some guys even like to provoke, like You have a beautiful face. It’s such a shame about your ears. Although if you try any of that shit with me, I’ll kick your nuts in.

Right. No insults. I like my nuts just fine as they are. Come on inside.

We walked through a large, gorgeously furnished room with a couch and chairs on one side and a pool table and a couple love seats on the other. I wondered why the family room was in the front of the house. We entered a small hallway, about ten feet long. There was a door on each side and one at the end. The end one led into the bedroom. I supposed the other two led to a bathroom and a closet. The entrance to the bedroom was set in the middle of the wall. Against the left-hand wall in the near corner was a large, L shaped couch with a glass top coffee table in front of it. At the end of the couch was a monster mahogany desk that had to be custom made. It was about ten feet long and had two workstations, one at either end, with twin forty-inch flat panel screens built into the wall in front of two large gaming chairs.

In between the two computer stations was a fancy printer, one of those that do everything. The facing wall was the exterior one and had an enormous bay window that had to be ten feet wide and about three feet deep, with a generously cushioned window seat and lots of bright cushions in different colors scattered all over it. You could definitely sleep on it. A friendly couple could sleep on it. In the facing right hand corner was a huge media cabinet with a monster flat panel monitor, probably sixty inches, above it, angled to face the couch. Along the right-hand wall was a large four poster mahogany bed with hand carved pineapples on top of the posts. The bed was flanked by two large nightstands, and against the wall next to the doorway on that side of the room was a large mahogany dresser.

Kendall asked me if I wanted anything to drink and I jokingly said Cristal. He walked over and swung open two disguised doors hidden behind a fake front in the media cabinet and opened a small fridge. He took a bottle of Cristal out and opened it. He poured into two champagne glasses he took from a small rack and walked over and handed me one.

To our each achieving our goals during our upcoming lessons.

I smiled.

Nice.

We clinked glasses and I took a sip. Okay, I was impressed. Not too subtle, but not too overt, either. Easy to explain away if I called him on it. Which, of course, I’d never do. And it was well known that Cristal was my favorite drink. Kendall had picked up a little sophistication somewhere along the way. I noticed the flutes were Waterford crimson Love and Romance editions. I wondered if he’d put them there just for me. I suspected he had. Very nice.

Kendall walked over to the desk and sat in one of the chairs. I set my laptop in front of the other and sat down.

Two chairs?

Gaming.

Ah.

It figures. Nerd boy was a hard-core gamer. His friends probably brought their own workstations over when they played.

So, what’s first... Chemistry or sex?

Is this one of those chicken or the egg questions?

Good one. All right, pull up your work and let’s see where you’re at.

I accessed my files while wondering where all this new self-confidence had come from. He’d been painfully shy and timid since I met him on the first day of elementary school. All of a sudden, he was self-assured and almost outgoing. When had this happened?

As Kendall looked over my files, I looked him over. Really, he wasn’t all bad. He’d always been tall and gawky, but he’d started to fill his six something frame out, not a lot, but enough that he no longer looked like Ichabod Crane. His acne had cleared up at some point and his black hair no longer looked lank and oily but was thick and well groomed. Short, of course, but regular short, not thug short, and razor trimmed. It was parted on the side and his bangs swept down over his forehead. He should brush them back, show off that classic Greek face. He looked up at me to say something and I noticed his eyes. They were beautiful, a smoky turquoise with little gold flecks in them that complimented his olive complexion. How had I never noticed his eyes before?

Kaitlin?

Huh? What?

I asked you to tell me what you were having trouble understanding.

Oh. Well, explain...

He was really good at explaining things. I mean, he didn’t just tell me things, he used examples I could relate to that made it all make sense. And he was patient. If I didn’t understand his explanation, he explained it again in a different way instead of just giving me another example that followed the same pattern as the first one. Still, I was having a little trouble following him. I kept looking at his perfectly straight, Grecian nose and those thick, sensuous lips as he talked. I could feel little tingles in my groin as I remembered our deal.

No way! I couldn’t be getting turned on by Kendall Fitzgerald! But those eyes... And those lips... I began to look forward to my part of the agreement. This might actually be fun! I meant for me, too.

Kendall ordered pizza for supper and when it came, I shut down my computer. He asked if I’d like to smoke a joint before dinner and I said yes. We moved over to the couch and when it was finished, we ate pizza and drank champagne. Afterward I turned towards him and told him to face me.

Your turn now. Kiss me.

He looked a bit shocked. All of a sudden, he didn’t look nearly as self-confident as he had before. I giggled.

Come on, Kendall, you have kissed a girl before, haven’t you?

Of course! Lots of times!

Besides relatives.

Well...

Here. Let me.

I moved closer and gently took his lower lip between mine. The next thing I knew his arms were wrapped around me and his tongue was trying to make its way down my throat and out my ass. I pushed him away.

Down, cowboy! I agreed to let you kiss me, not excavate me!

Kendall was mortified.

I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean...I’m sorry.

He looked like he was afraid I was going to spank him with a rolled-up newspaper. It was kind of cute. I giggled again. Hey, I’m a cheerleader. They teach it along with the pep smile.

Kendall, it’s all right. I’m not mad. It’s just not the way to go about getting a girl hot for you. Unless she’s really, really drunk. Or a fat bleached blonde slut.

What?

Never mind. Here, try again. Lips only. Do what I do.

I moved my lips back to his. Hesitantly he closed his lips over my top one and began to gently suck and roll them around. His lips felt wonderful, just as good as I’d imagined. They were large, soft enough for mine to melt into and firm enough to remind me he was a man. I gently licked his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue and a second later he reciprocated. He smelled great. My pussy moistened and I sighed a little moan and leaned into him. I felt his arms go around me, gently this time, and I wrapped mine under his and around his body and we leaned back against the couch. This time it was my tongue that slid between his lips, and my heart began to pound as our tongues started their dance.

I came to when I felt his hand close on my breast. He had slipped it up under my top without my noticing. I pushed him away, but not as forcefully this time.

No. Lesson’s over for the night.

I glanced at my watch. Holy shit! How had it gotten so late? I’d missed hooking up with Tommy entirely. He was going to be soooo pissed! I barely had time to make curfew.

All right. Thank you.

I leaned forward and gave him one last light but lingering kiss.

Hey, a deal is a deal, right? I gotta go. What kind of cologne are you wearing?

He looked at me quizzically.

I’m not wearing cologne.

I put my nose to his neck and sniffed. Cinnamon and oregano and just a hint of garlic on top of an earthy musk scent, with a little peat moss and a dash of fresh pine wood smoke tossed in. God, it smelled good! I’d never encountered anything like it before.

On an impulse I put my lips to his neck and licked it, then sucked on it. It tasted just as good as it smelled. After a minute or two he pulled my head around to his and started kissing me again. This time when his hand cupped my breast I just sighed and leaned over, falling onto the cushions and pulling him on top of me. I didn’t stop him until he tried to slide his hand under my bra. My bra was a very soft, silky floral number from Victoria’s secret. That was as good as he was going to get tonight. He’d definitely had a good nipple feel. They were as hard as rocks and felt like they were trying to tear through the thin fabric.

Kendall, I really have to go.

He didn’t try to persist or talk me into staying or, as absurd as it sounds, argue with me like some losers do. He got up and gave me his hand to help me up. Double points for him. He walked me to my car after I gathered my things. As I was starting the engine he said, I still think you’re beautiful.

That time it sounded nice.

* * * * *

What’s ass-wipe mad about this time?

Ashley isn’t a huge Tommy fan.

Kendall Fitzgerald is tutoring me, and our session ran late last night.

Ashley laughed. Kendall Fitzgerald! God! Does he still go to this school?

You mean you missed him? You’re not going to make your goal.

Ashley is my best friend and has been since first grade. She’s one inch taller than my five seven, with a slimmer, 34b-24-36 body and shiny dark brown hair that’s straight and thick and falls to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She has lightly tanned skin, powder blue eyes, and a round, perfectly symmetrical face with an adorable pug nose and lips that were made for kissing. She looks like the absolute definition of sweet innocent girl next door. She’s also the biggest slut in the school. Possibly the whole town. Hell, possibly the whole county. Which is funny in a way. I mean, everyone says I look like a porn star, with my flashy copper hair, bright green eyes, and full lips that have a slight Joker upturn at the edges, so they seem to always be asking Why not? Not to mention my 36c-23-36 body, with the heavy, pear-shaped breasts hanging off my slender frame. But I’ve only been with three guys, including one whose name I never got that was drunken revenge sex the night of the fat bleached blonde slut incident, while Ashley claims her goal is to fuck every straight guy in school before she graduates.

Its always been that way. Ashley had been the first girl to play spin the bottle, the first to bring tongue to the game, and the first to have her seven minutes in heaven last two hours. I was still trying to work up the courage to get to second base when Ashley was rolling around under the sheets with two guys at once.

Oh, I’ll make it. I’m glad you reminded me about Kendall. What’s he up to nowadays, anyway?

Well, as of last night he was learning how to kiss.

What! With you? No wonder tiny is so pissed.

Shhhh! I told you not to say that! If Tommy ever hears, he’ll kill me for real!

Pfffff! I’ll just tell him I was referring to his brains. He can’t argue with that. Anyway, what about Kendall? I want details!

So I told her.

Really? He’s not ugly anymore?

Ash, he wasn’t exactly ugly. He was just... not cool.

And you’re going to make him cool.

Why not? I made you cool, didn’t I!

Hah! If I hadn’t taught you how to french kiss you’d still be a virgin.

Ashley, you taught three quarters of the school to french, including most of the girls.

She smiled happily and turned to see if Mrs. Beecher was saying anything interesting yet. She wasn’t.

So, when are you going to fuck him?

I have no intention of fucking him. I’m just going to teach him the basics and then pull him into our crowd and see who gets him first. Well, actually I have a pretty good idea who that will be, but I’ll see who gets him after you’ve broken him in.

Cool. Hey, when you’re sucking face with him tonight grab his dick and see how big it is, will you?

Why? Are you starting a new policy of actually having criteria?

You know, that’s not a bad idea. I can get a little sign that says, If you’re not this long, you can’t ride me made up.

I giggled and Mrs. Beecher finally noticed us and told us to pay attention.

For the rest of the day, I thought about what Ashley had said. I mean, I wasn’t going to fuck Kendall, but I did kind of have to teach him more than just how to kiss. I decided the best thing to do would be to wear a body suit. That way I could let him explore with a reasonably clear conscience. And, since those things are such a pain to take off it would serve as a brake if I started to get carried away. Not that I thought that would happen, but still. I thought of those eyes. And the way he smelled. Better safe than sorry. Although I thought I would make it a thin body suit. After all, I deserved some fun too.

After practice I stopped by my house and changed into a slightly sheer sleeveless nylon mesh Brazilian cut body suit with a tee collar. I didn’t wear anything under it, which exposed my small V bush. I keep it closely trimmed but I’ve never been comfortable with the whole naked lips thing. Ashley started getting full Brazilian waxes as soon as she first needed to shave down there. I threw a pair of panties, jean shorts and sneakers on, then added a bra and a button blouse. They would give him some practice undressing a girl. I got in Bugsie and, once I was at his house, rang the doorbell and waited.

Hi, Kaitlin. Come on in.

Hi, Kendall. How do I look?

I could see him start to say beautiful, but he caught himself and said, I’m glad you didn’t get all dressed up today.

Mmmmm. That’ll do.

I threw my arms around him and kissed him for a few seconds. Strictly to get him used to it, of course.

Now let’s go explore the wonderful world of advanced chemistry, shall we?

After pot and pizza, we started making out. Boy, did he learn fast! Well, he would. Freaking genius and all. I started to feel glad I’d worn the body suit. Well, most of me was glad. My pussy seemed a little disgruntled.

We were still sitting up, leaning against the couch back, and I whispered in his ear unbutton my blouse. I could feel his body go rigid with shock.

What?

I reached behind me and brought his hand around to my chest.

Tonight, you begin learning how to undress a girl.

Kendall started to slide the arm I was leaning against out from under me.

No. One hand.

He fumbled with the buttons but was trembling so hard he couldn’t unfasten them.

Kendall, calm down. They’re only buttons. You unfasten them all the time without even thinking about it. Now, take a deep breath and try again. I gently laid my fingers on top of his. Pull the cloth out a little and push the button with your thumb. That’s it. Now get under it and push it up. Good. See? Not hard.

Once he had all the buttons unfastened, I fastened them again and had him start over. Once he could do them all smoothly, I said Okay, now try it while we’re kissing.

His lips joined mine and our mouths began opening and closing as our tongues and lips interacted. It took him a couple tries, but soon he could unbutton all the buttons without stopping or opening his eyes.

All right. Slide your hand inside my blouse and around to my back and unfasten my bra.

That took him several tries before he managed it one handed. After that I left the blouse unbuttoned. After all, he’d done good. And I’d done a good job teaching him. We both deserved a little reward for being so good. I let him play with my breasts for a while. He had great hands. They were big and firm and smooth without being damp.

Rub my pussy.

He jerked, but otherwise stayed calm. He started to slide his hand down the front of my shorts.

No, on top of the cloth. The idea is to get her hot without scaring her off. Mmmmm. That’s nice. Just like that.

My breathing was getting a little harsher.

Okay, take my shorts off.

He slid his hand down and fumbled with the button. Jean buttons were always tough one handed.

You can use both hands. If you’ve already got one hand down there and you haven’t been stopped she’s into it. If she’s nice she’ll undo it for you. But you need to learn, so I’m not going to be nice. But try to do it while you’re kissing me.

He did good. I raised my hips, and he worked the jeans down to my knees. I opened my thighs to prevent them from going any lower. I rewarded us by letting him slide his hands inside my panties to rub my furry little mound through the thin nylon mesh for a while. Then I let him slide my panties down to my knees to join the jeans. God, he smelled great. I heard myself moan a little as I moved my mouth down to lick his neck and saw a huge hickey from the previous night. Oooopsie! I must have been sucking it longer and harder than I realized. Instead, I started unbuttoning his shirt and kissing the little cleft where his neck met his chest. Once I had his shirt unbuttoned, I worked it off him, and, when he tried to push me down on the couch, put my hands against his bare chest and pushed back.

Not yet.

I stood up and pulled my panties and shorts up, zipping and buttoning them, then reached behind me and fastened my bra before buttoning my blouse. He watched me with a slightly confused and very disappointed expression. I sat back down.

Okay, now push me down and climb on top and undress me again.

His expression changed from very disappointed to very, very happy.

This time when he got my shorts and panties down, I let him take them all the way off, then pulled my feet up towards my body and spread my thighs to let him lay in between them. I reached down and undid his jeans and slid them down below his butt. I felt his cock through his boxers and my body suit, rubbing up against my pussy. I wiggled around until it was pressing in between my slit. I couldn’t believe it. His cock was huge! I mean really huge! I couldn’t see it, but it felt like it was a foot long. Or about two and a half times as big as Tommy’s. I tried not to giggle. I was afraid Kendall might think I was making fun of him for something.

We kissed for a while and he unbuttoned my blouse and got my bra unfastened, then played with my breasts through the body suit while I ran my hands over his body. He was much more muscular than I’d thought. He just wasn’t flashy, like the football players I was used to. He had more of a swimmer’s physique, or possibly a track guy’s. Sleek, smooth muscles that blended in with one another rather than big, bulgy ones that stuck out everywhere. I liked his muscles. Especially his ass muscles. He had a world class ass hidden under those chinos. Square and round at the same time and as hard as a rock when he flexed them and slid his dick up my pussy a little, but nice and soft when he relaxed and backed off. He was only sliding it an inch or so, as if trying not to let me notice what he was doing.

Flick my nipples with your tongue.

I expected him to jerk again but he moved his head smoothly down to my breasts and I began humping his dick, rubbing my slit all the way up to his head and then back down to the base, about three times faster than the snail’s pace he’d been moving at. Not fucking speed, but testing each other out speed, getting each other hot speed.

Boy, these lessons were turning out to be great! I thought maybe I should start giving beginner sex lessons to all the nimrods. I wondered if Principal Jackson would let me start an extracurricular club for it. I could list it under volunteer community service as special therapy sessions on my college applications. He probably would. He was easy to convince on game days. He has a thing for cheerleader uniforms. Which I’m perfectly willing to take advantage of.

Kendall grunted and shuddered and play time was over. He lifted his torso up and looked at me. I could tell he was embarrassed, or maybe ashamed.

I’m sorry.

What for?

Kendall didn’t seem to have an answer for once.

Kendall, cumming is sort of the whole point of this game. Don’t be sorry. Be happy. You won!

But - you didn’t cum.

I pulled him down and kissed him.

And it’s great that you think of that.

Ass-wipe - I mean Tommy - never does.

And when you’re naked with a girl there are lots of ways to remedy that little problem. But it’s not something you need to worry about now.

But you’ll teach me?

That stopped me for a second. How the hell could I teach him those things without letting him inside my pussy?

Kaitlin?

Well, I’d just have to think of something.

I’ll teach you. Now get off me. Class is dismissed for the night.

I gathered up my things while Kendall went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt.

You might want to start wearing those from now on.

Kendall grinned and flashed those amazing eyes.

I’ll stock up.

I went into the bathroom and took the bodysuit off and changed into the rest of my clothes. Even Tommy might notice a huge cum patch on it.

Kendall walked me out to the car, and we kissed goodnight. Then I jumped in Bugsie and raced over to Tommy’s. As soon as he let me in, I had his pants down and him on his back on the bed. I shoved my shorts and panties down, stepped out of them, and climbed on top of him. My pussy was fucking soaked, and I rode Tommy as hard as I could, harder than ever before, while imagining it was Kendall’s huge cock plowing my pussy. For once I came before Tommy, actually cumming as soon as he was inside me and again when he came.

Jesus! What was that?

You didn’t like it?

I didn’t say that.

I was just hot for you baby, after not seeing you last night.

Well, I’d been hot all right, but not for him.

Fucking Kendall. I oughta kick his ass.

Why?

I don’t like him spending time with you.

Tommy, he’s tutoring me. I asked him to. He’s doing me a favor.

I don’t like it.

Sighing, I asked What are you worried about? It’s Kendall. Do you think I’m going to dump you for him?

Hah! You’ll never dump me! You like mega-Tommy too much.

I put on my pep smile.

That’s right. I Luuuuv mega-Tommy. You have nothing to worry about.

Please. Mega-Tommy. Tommy was always bragging about his big twelve inch. Only in a universe where centimeters are inches.

Would you like me to kiss mega-Tommy goodnight?

Sure babe. Kiss him real good.

I slid down until I was kneeling between Tommy’s legs.

You’ll leave Kendall alone?

Whatever. Come on, hurry up. I’ve got to get to sleep.

Tommy always has to get to sleep after he cums. It’s like he has orgasmic narcolepsy or something. I rolled my eyes and began licking his limp cock. Slowly it stiffened and I sucked it into my mouth. I had a sudden image of my lips wrapped around Kendall’s huge cock and I began to suck and lick with much greater enthusiasm than usual. Tommy smiled and lay his head on the pillow.

* * * * *

You’re kidding! Huge? Like, how huge?

Well, I didn’t see it, but it felt like it was twice the size of Tommy’s. At least.

That’s not saying a whole lot. I mean, it’s nice, but not huge.

Well, it may be ‘nice’ to you, but to me it’s huge!

You know, I might need some tutoring myself.

You’re a drama major. Besides, you get straight A’s.

Oh, yeah. He doesn’t know anything about acting?

He’s a nerd. A hardcore science computer math nerd.

I could take over teaching him about sex for you. I mean, you can’t really fuck him.

I already offered you to him.

Ashley looked shocked.

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