by Wendy Pound
“Yeah I'm fine, don't worry about it.” I laid in his arms and he brushed my hair with his fingers. “I'm going to miss this,” he said.
“I know me too.” And just like that we both fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning, and Cameron was already awake drinking coffee by the window. I got up and covered my naked body with the bed comforter. He handed me a cup of coffee and we both stared out at the Eiffel Tower. It was so beautiful in the morning. The sun was slowly rising and there weren't that many tourists around. It just looked so majestic. I saw that Cameron's bags were packed and already by the door.
“Well I guess I better pack too. Is my flight at the same time as yours?” I asked
“No you're staying here for the week like we originally intended. There's no point in sending you home when the hotel is already paid for. Stay here for the week and explore the sights and smells of Paris.”
“I would like that very much.”
“With that being said I really need to be getting to the airport.” I made a sad face at him and he grabbed me for a hug. “I'm never going to forget last night.”
“I know me either.” Tears started to well up in my eyes. I didn't want to cry but I couldn't hold it in.
“Don't cry,” he said while wiping a tear that was running down my cheek. “We're going to video chat twice a week until you move to Japan.”
Hearing that I would still be talking to him made everything a little better. “I'm going to miss you still.”
“I know me too.” Cameron started to head to the door and grab his luggage. I followed him trying to figure out what else to say. “I doubt I will be that long. We'll see each other soon.
“We better,” I huffed. Cameron embraced me one last time and we kissed passionately. I knew it would be our last so I made it count.
“See ya around, Ella.” Cameron took his luggage and started out the door.
“Bye,” I said, blowing him a kiss. The door shut and Cameron was gone. I went back to the bed and sat cross-legged while I stared out the window at the Parisian landscape. I smiled knowing that Cameron changed me for the better. He made me realize just how sexy I really was. I wondered, what kind of adventures did Paris hold for me and the baby?
Bareback Surprise
Alex pulled me into the backseat of his old Honda Civic, clawing at my clothes. The back of his car was heavily stained with soda and crumbs. It wasn't the perfect spot for our first time together.
“Not so fast, hot stuff,” I told him, putting my hand on his chest. “Let's enjoy this.”
“God, you're so fucking hot, Abby,” he said. Alex pressed his lips against mine and sent a shock of pleasure through my system. His hands slipped under my blouse and made their wait to my chest. Alex cupped my breasts contained in a nude-colored bra. I leaned back against the sticky seat and moaned. There wasn't much room in the back but we had to just make do.
Alex and I met in statistics. It was so incredibly boring as the teacher droned on and on all day about math. Lucky for us, he was an old man and could barely hear anything. Alex and I would pass the time, chatting about anything but math. We hit it off immediately and not soon after, Alex asked me to Winter Formal. I'd never been to a high school dance before and I was beyond excited.
The night was perfect. We danced until my heels broke and made out in the back of a limo. Alex even got me home before my curfew was up. He was so sexy with his boyish charms. It didn't take long before I told him, “I love you.”
We waited until we were sure before having sex. But we could've probably waited a little longer to find a better spot instead of his shitty car parked in the school parking lot.
My leg got wrapped up in the seatbelt and it took a minute to get me unraveled. I spotted his growing manliness outlined in his jeans and couldn't help but stroke him. Alex closed his eyes and let me unbuckle his belt and take off his jeans. I pulled his throbbing cock out of the window in his boxers. His penis was perfect. Long, thick, and juicy. He'd fill me up just right.
I brushed the hair out of my face and licked my lips. “Sit back and relax. Let me pleasure you.” I stuffed his white meat into my mouth and sucked on him hard. I jerked his shaft with one hand while licking the head of his cock. Alex held my hair back as I bobbed up and down on his dick. His cock reached the back of my throat and made me gag for a moment. Tears welled up in my eyes but I was able to keep myself from puking all over his lap.
“Fuck yes!” Alex's moaning got louder and louder. I stopped for a moment and looked out the window to see if anyone was around. I didn't like the thought of another student discovering a car that was clearly rocking back and forth.
I pulled his cock out of his mouth when I knew Alex was about to come. I needed him inside me and I didn't want to waste our “first time” with just a blowjob.
I grasped Alex's hand in mine and guided him under my skirt. He met my soaking wet panties and bit his bottom lip. I spread my legs further and let him get a full view of what was to come. Alex pulled my panties to the side and stuck his finger an inch into me. The sudden penetration sent a shiver down my spine.
Alex pulled his finger out and tasted it. “Mmmmm,” he said, smiling. I could see his desire for me in those blue eyes. “Get on top of me,” he commanded.
“Did you bring one?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said, grinning. Alex pulled out a square-foil package from his back pocket and tore it open. He pinched the top of the condom and unrolled it down his big shaft.
I pulled my white panties off quickly and swung a leg over Alex. I lifted my skirt as my wet pussy dripped onto his manliness. I grabbed his staff and pushed him along the lips of my pussy, teasing him. I pushed his cock into my fleshy hood and let the ecstasy wash over me. The teasing was getting too much for the both of us.
I lowered down onto him and let his cock pierce me. Alex squeezed my tits until they almost popped. I cried out in pain and pleasure. I pumped up and down, shoving Alex's face into my chest. I wanted to take my top off so badly but I was too scared that somebody would catch us.
“OH FUCK! I'M COMING!” Alex yelled. I didn't think it would be over so soon. I bounced up and down on him as hard as I could, letting him come into the condom.
When his orgasm finally finished, I lifted off until his limp dick fell out of me. I collapsed next to him, out of breath and unsatisfied. He only needed to last a little longer.
“I love you,” he said, looking at me deep in the eyes.
“I love you too,” I replied, hugging him and giving him a soft kiss.
“We should get to class now,” Alex said, grabbing his jeans from the floor.
“Yeah I guess.” I grabbed my phone and looked at the display. “SHIT!” I screamed. “SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!”
“What is it?” Alex said alarmed.
“Class started thirty minutes ago. I'm going to miss my history final!”
We both rushed at light speed to get dressed. I quickly fixed my makeup and hair with a tiny compact from my purse. I said my goodbyes to Alex and ran to class.
As I ran down the empty hallways filled with lockers, I tried to think of the best excuse to tell the teacher. The only thing that came to mind was that my Grandma died. But that didn't really work in this situation. If she had really died, I wouldn't have come to school at all. Getting a flat tire seemed like the most logical of why I was thirty minutes behind.
I ran up to the door and turned the doorknob. It didn't budge.
Locked.
I looked into the small window and could see all the students working on the test. I knocked on the door, trying to get the teachers attention. He ignored me the first couple times and then finally got up and opened the door.
He poked his head out. “I'm sorry Abby, but you missed your chance.”
“But I had a flat tire!” I protested.
“No excuses,” he replied, closing the door in my face.
And just like that, the A+ I had in the cl
ass turned into an F. My parents were going to kill me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I wiped them away, running outside and to my car. I still had one more final that day so I couldn't skip class. I kicked myself for deciding that this morning was the best time for Alex and I to have sex.
I used the time in my car to put myself back together. A great idea popped into my head. My mom and stepdad were so used to me getting straight A's that they might not even ask to see proof this time that I actually got it. All I needed to do was to lie straight to their faces. I'd done it a dozen times before with success so this situation shouldn't be much different.
After my last test of the day, I drove home and arrived at the same time as my stepdad Daniel.
Daniel and my mother met a couple years after the divorce. I didn't think my mom was interested in dating until she came back home with a guy for me to meet. They'd only known each other for a couple of weeks before she decided that I needed to meet him.
Daniel was tall, muscular, and devilishly handsome. I could definitely see why my mom wanted to marry him so badly.
“How was finals?” he asked in a deep voice.
“Oh they were just fine,” I said, trying not to make eye contact with him. I didn't want him to see right through me. I walked upstairs to my bedroom and crashed on my bed. All the emotions of the day compounded into a massive cry fest that left me sobbing for hours.
A knock at the door, interrupted my sadness. “Is everything all right in there?” my mom asked. “I thought I heard you crying.”
“No Mom, I'm fine,” I said, clearing my eyes of any leftover tears just in case she opened the door.
“Well I just wanted to let you know that dinner is ready.”
“Thanks mom!” I called back.
–
A couple weeks later we got the announcement that our report cards were shipping home. The verification that I received an F already came from my teacher. I tried to plead with him one last time to let me make it up for at least half credit. He wouldn't budge.
My plan was to get to the mailbox before my stepdad every day of the week until the report card arrived. It wouldn't be too hard to skip my last class for only a few days. The last week of school didn't matter much anyways since grades were already finalized.
I arrived home an hour before my father and checked the mailbox. I went through the letters and found one marked from the school. I took the letter out and left the rest in the mailbox so my stepdad wouldn't know that anything was touched.
“How was school?” my mom asked as I walked in through the front door.
I quickly hid the letter behind my back. “It was great! I can't wait for Summer.” My mom looked suspiciously at my hands behind my back but didn't say anything.
I ran upstairs and closed the door behind me. My heart was beating out of my chest. I thought my mom was going to ask about my grades. I had dodged a bullet.
I opened up the envelope and pulled the pink thin paper out. All A's except for the one glaring F. I got so mad that I crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room and into my closet. I lay on my bed, wondering if they already knew about my grade. It would get even worse when they realized I was lying to them the whole time.
I got up and picked up the crumpled paper on the ground. I couldn't leave the only evidence just sitting around. I uncrumpled it and then tore it into fine pieces. I threw them in the wastebasket and went to my mirror to work on my performance for later that evening. I was going to lie and tell my parents that I got straight A's again.
–
That night at dinner, I casually slipped it into conversation. “Hey guys, I don't want to brag but I got straight A's again.”
My parents glanced at each other and smiled. “Congratulations, Abby!” my mom yelled.
She stood up from the table and came over to hug me. Daniel gave me a high-five. “Nice work, champ.”
My palms were sweating and I was just waiting for them to bring up the report card.
“Bring down your report card and I'll put it on the fridge,” my mom said.
My heart jumped into my throat. They didn't want confirmation, they wanted to celebrate.
“I haven't gotten it yet. But all my teachers let me know that I got an A. It should come in the mail any day now.”
“Great news! We should doing something fun this weekend,” my mom said to Daniel.
“Yeah we can go out to dinner as a family,” he said.
“Sounds good to me,” I replied, acting excited.
I had gotten through it. My parents bought the lie and now I just needed them to forget all about the report card. If they asked me again about it, I could just tell them it might've gotten lost in the mail. I was home free.
Or so I thought.
–
On the last day of school, we got out early and I went home to change before hanging out with friends. Summer was finally here and I was going to make the most of it.
When I pulled my car into the driveway, I noticed Daniel's car sitting in the garage. My mom and him should both be at work so I was curious as to why he was home so early.
I went inside. “Hey Daniel, I'm home!” I called out.
“Up here!” his voice yelled from somewhere upstairs.
I climbed the stairs and realized that his voice came from my room. What was he doing in there?
I went to my doorway to find my stepdad sitting on the edge of the bed. Laying next to him was my crumpled up report card, except it wasn't crumpled up anymore.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked, my voice raised. The anger was bubbling in my throat. Fear had a stranglehold over me.
“I found this in your trash bucket,” Daniel said, picking up the report card. “Can you explain this?
“You're not allowed to go through my private things!” I yelled at him.
“I could tell you were lying to us last night. Your mom might not have noticed it, but I can see right through you.”
My jaw dropped. I didn't have a very good poker face. How could he talk to me like that?
Daniel took a slow breath in. “Now, explain the report card.”
I looked around the room, hoping to find some miracle that would save me. The only option was to confess. “All right, I lied about the report card.” I purposely avoided eye contact with Daniel because I couldn't face his disappointment. “I missed one of my final exams and that dropped my grade in the class to an F. I knew you guys would be disappointed in me so I intercepted the mail and threw the report card away.”
“Well, you didn't do a very good job of hiding the evidence,” Daniel said with a hint of humor.
“I'm sorry.” I finally looked up at him and found his face calm and collected. He didn't seem angry but he definitely wasn't happy.
“Next time, be smarter; burn the evidence.”
“Are you going to tell Mom?” I asked.
“Come sit down over here,” he said, patting the empty spot on the bed next to him.
I sat down, expecting a slap in the face. Instead, Daniel held my hand. A spark of electricity shocked me. “I'm sorry,” I repeated.
“I won't tell your mom. This is something that she doesn't need to know. But don't do it again,” he said firmly.
A smile appeared across my face. “Oh thank you!” I wrapped my arms around his strong body and gave him a hug. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils and made me lightheaded. I pulled away enough to see his eyes looking deeply into mine. I was frozen in place, my heart beating in my ears. I studied his lips, the curves and color. Our heads inched closer and closer together. I closed my eyes and parted my mouth.
Daniel's kiss hit me like fireworks going off. His hands reached behind my back and pulled me in close. I surrendered my body to him. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue entered mine. He broke away for only a second to kiss my neck. Years of wanting each other. All those emotions bottled up for so long. They needed to be released.
Daniel gently reached under
my blouse, searching for my perfect tits. He found my dirty pillows and fondled them, pinching my erect nipples between his fingertips. I moaned as we kissed, enjoying his touch all over my body.
Daniel lifted my shirt over my head while I unhooked my black-lace bra. He pushed my breasts together and kissed my cleavage. I leaned over and touched his raging boner pinned beneath his jeans. Daniel immediately shuffled his pants off, revealing his massive cock.
“Oh, it's so big,” I said, marveling at the size of it.
Without saying a word, Daniel grabbed my head and pulled it down towards his crotch. There was no question about what he desired. I grasped his shaft with both hands and stroked it up and down. His cock was so huge it was a little intimidating. I wondered if it could even fit inside me.