Sinder 1: Experimentation

by Jane Devreaux

  She’s lying down and I’m squatting over her, topless, my jeans unbuttoned and my erect crotch finds her terribly beautiful and sexy.

  “Only I can decide which subjects my scoring will be based upon, Mister Anderson.” She insists, jamming her fingers into my boxers. I hold back a groan. How can she be this good at this! Come to think of it, I’ll never be able to resists to her. I’m a lost cause; this girl could get anything from me through my…dick. I’m screwed!

  “I think it would be wise to discuss this in private before you make a decision.” I gasp as she undresses me with an impressive agility.

  She’s gonna drive me crazy. I can no longer think. I’m no more than an object anymore, I want her. I take off her panties, as she gets to my boxers.

  “And what is it you would like to talk about Mister Anderson?” She whispers as her breathing speeds up.

  Her words have an aftertaste of indecent proposals. My bare skin touching hers excites me in a way I would never have imagined. I want to touch every inch of her body, I want to taste her breasts. I savor her trying to carry on with our little provocative conversation.

  “I thought…we might…bring up…those beautiful…breasts…this skin…so soft and you…could…note how…good…I am at...taking care of them.”

  I groan without stopping my caresses that seem to have their effect.

  “Mister Anderson, flattery doesn’t work on me.”

  She suffocates playing with my butt and my crotch. Holly shit!

  “You have a way with guys!” I believe I only thought yet I shouted out.

  I long for her so much that it becomes an urge for me to taste the only part of her body I haven’t dared to touch yet. She’s briefly startled as my lips get down on her. The touch is soft and warm, but I want more. Her mouth comes to meet mine and I get my tongue into it. Our bodies are so close that they are like one and I feel her heart race at an impressive pace. Without pulling away from her, I grab a colored pack, still hidden under her bed.

  After a few mishaps I take the rubber out of its pack and slip it between us to put it over my more than ready for action tool. As Sandre did the previous day, I guide my imploring dick up to this delicate and warm spot. I think I’m there when she starts to sway to make it harder for me.

  “You seem to be up to anything to improve your school file Mister Anderson.” She mocks me as I detect the wetness of her desire claiming me.

  “You can’t imagine how much.” I answer, bringing my lips back to hers.

  Her breath burns my skin and I feel her hands slide between us to insert me in her. A shiver of pleasure fills me up and her whole body goes up in flames as I slowly slide deep inside her. Her gestures are of exquisite delicacy and I savor each of her touches. Today, I’m not in a hurry; I make the pleasure last, playing with her senses to prolong this sweet torture that I would wish eternal. I would never have imagined I could experience such an enjoyment.

  Oh God, it feels so good! I’m not sure I could get bored of this someday. I contemplate her gorgeous naked body, marked by our lovemaking, when an image of Marcy frowning at me slams into my head.

  I should panic yet the only thought that comes is of Marcy completely naked. Would she be this beautiful? Of course she would, what an idiot! How can I doubt this? And, I wonder if it would be this good.

  Really, I’m being crazy! It will be even better. Perfection. Even though right now, I have trouble imagining it could get any better than this. Yet I’m sure, when Marcy feels ready, she’ll make me forget Sandre’s salacious games and we’ll go on with our affair as if nothing had ever happened. It will be ecstatic with Marcy, but for now, my crotch is already asking for more and I don’t think I can resist it. How can my hormones keep convincing me to continue cheating on the woman of my dreams? I’m worse than Steve!

  I’m ashamed, but I terribly need to do it again and a gorgeous, naked body is here before my eyes. Sandre smiles at me as if she was about to torture me once more. I ride her, savoring the softness of her skin when a stupid idea crosses my mind:

  “Maybe we should exchange our numbers so you can ring me, just in case…?”

  13 — Sandre

  Ring him just in case what? I get a sudden urge? Is he planning on getting some habits? Is he scared of running into my parents?

  A part of me is flattered, the other one is panicked. I didn’t expect it to go this way. I thought I would only be an affair on his way and that he would ignore me once the presentation is over. No, I’m making things up, he’s talking about our school work.

  But the next evening, he’s here again, and I catch myself wishing to be the only one who could send him to seventh heaven, at the exact same moment we reach it for the second time this day. Of course, I know Marcy will always be ahead of me, she has his heart and I have his dick. Well, said like that, it’s not very flattering, but deep inside, I prefer to have this part of his anatomy, especially considering the time guys spend thinking about it. And more, she has the fights and best friends to put up with, as I have the pleasure and pillow talk moments. No, I really do have the best part.

  I know, I know, I’m completely delusional, but it feels so good to dream, and I’d never had such beautiful dreams before he came scattering his sweet perfume all over my sheets and bedroom. His musky scent is still so present when I wake up that I get the impression he’s still here. I could almost feel his arms around me and his warm breath on my neck.

  I suddenly freeze! Wait a moment! No way!

  Slowly and hesitating, I turn around to confirm my fear. Josh is still here, he’s fast asleep, a ray of sunshine illuminating his harmonious features.

  Crap that asshole is good looking!

  A ray of sunshine? Didn’t I set the alarm? I check the time on my cell phone: 7:45. We have to move. He looks so peaceful that I hesitate to shake him like a maple tree.

  “Josh!” I call him, gently caressing his forearm. “Ummm…Sandre.” He groans refusing to open his eyes.

  I’m stunned, he’s still half in the haze, He hasn’t noticed that he spent the night away, that his mother is likely to storm out at him, and yet, I did not become Marcy overnight. I almost get palpitations.

  “Josh, you spent the night here and we’re late for classes.” I grimace apprehending his reaction.

  He sits up in a jump opening his big freaked out eyes. “Holly shit!” He screams as he jumps from the bed and starts getting dressed in a hurry.

  I do the same and panic as I realize I won’t have time to put my makeup on. I run to the bathroom grab my eyeliner, my mascara and my eye shadow and put them into my shirt’s pocket when I hear him scream already in the corridor

  “I have to use your home phone!”

  My turn to run down the stairs and take out two glasses, the cookie jar and orange juice as he patiently apologizes and takes a bun.

  “Steve and I fell asleep in front of the TV…yes mom…I’m really sorry…my cell’s battery died…We’ll talk about it this evening, I’m gonna be late…Ok. Bye!”

  I hand him a glass, he gives me my jacket and picks up his own. I take a sip and bite into a bun while he knocks back his orange juice. I take my bag and give him his. In five minutes we are ready to go and I can’t help a smile when I remember my parents doing the same. I thought they had a sixth sense or something like that to instantly know what the other wanted. I’ve always wanted to meet someone, someday, with whom I would connect this well. Josh spots my amused expression and eyes me curiously.

  “What’s so funny here?”

  “I’ll explain later.”I avoid answering, hurrying to the door. I would never dare to confess this kind of thought to him. I would die of embarrassment doing so.

  And in no time we are out of the house and running side by side. He takes my hand to make me run faster and I shiver at his touch. Doesn’t he dread to be seen with me?

  When we get to school, the corridors are deserted and he’s still holding my hand. He stops barely avoiding a fall i
n front of old Salomon’s door. He swallows an uncontrollable laughter and takes a deep breath sending an amused wink at me. I really don’t see what can be funny about this situation and especially for him. He puts his fingers on the handle.

  “Ready?” He asks me.

  I nod and he opens the door with an abashed look that really suits him.

  “Excuse us Madam, we were working on our presentation and lost track of time.” He whispers and hesitantly enters the room where all eyes are on us.

  The old Salomon shows us in without hiding her annoyance. I walk in, eyes on the floor when Josh doesn’t seem to be embarrassed at all. I feel naked without my super smoky eyes and I’m sure Josh must feel embarrassed about rushing in with me like this.

  Once settled, I dare to check the reactions at last. We have clearly aroused the curiosity of our classmates, but all eyes are on Josh, whereas they ignore me as always. Nobody noticed that there’s nothing scary about me this morning. I’m freaking out, but he’s casual and nothing in his behavior reveals any worries. In fact, who could guess the truth? I wonder what he says about me behind my back. Has he told the truth to somebody? But what do I care? I don’t care. Since when do gossips about me have any importance?

  When he’s finally left alone, he risks an irresistible look in my direction, seeming to be asking me if I’m alright. I smile at him and his face lights up. He has to stop doing that or I’ll lose it. It’s inevitable I end up in oblivion, so why let myself think that I might mean more?

  And as I predicted, at the end of the class I’m back to being no one. He ignores me and jokes around with his friends and my heart breaks for no reason.

  “It’s not that bad to work with her.” I hear him answer.

  No wonder you don’t find it awful. I’m too stupid! How could one night together change everything? I’m an idiot! I’m stupid and I know it. I’m just his first time and I’ll never be anything more. It’s what I wanted and I accept it, fuck!

  I’m this close to panicking, but Prude comes to bring me back to reality with tons of questions and cheesy horrors to tell. I ignore her and walk to the bathroom to fix my look that doesn’t have anything impressive anymore. And of course she follows me as if being left alone in this kind of places was not obvious. And she never stops talking!

  “Were you really working on your presentation?” She asks without any apprehension. “Is he nice to you? Yes of course he’s nice. You see, I was right, he does like you. It’s just that he doesn’t know it yet.”

  And now she asks questions and answers them. It’s getting worse and worse. And more, she dares to analyze my life. I can’t listen to her, I can’t listen to her! That stuck-up brat will fill my head with silly ideas.

  Why is she still talking to me? I’ve been ignoring her for four days. She really wants to piss me off. Maybe we were in kindergarten together and I made her life hell at the time? No, it is impossible. She was in California. But why, then? Why? I can’t stand her anymore.

  At noon I get an SMS from Josh. The vibration in my pocket startles me. And I almost send flying the pasta I force myself to swallow. I’m not used to receiving messages and it’s the first since we exchanged our numbers. I almost tremble as I turn the phone on. I await something like Sorry, but I don’t think we should see each other again after last night’s blunder. But the words I see are totally different, Sorry, but I think we should behave this evening if I don’t want my mother to lock me in my room until my death. I’m going to miss you.

  I read it again and again. I must be dreaming. Wow! Especially with the I‘m going to miss you. I’m a little puzzled, I don’t know what to answer, but I have to find an answer if I want this to go on. Do I want it to go on? Hell yes!

  And yet, it’s stupid, it can only end badly, but I don’t care. How could I want to give up moments like these? I have palpitations in my lower stomach just thinking about this. I try to find something to write. It seems crazy, but it has been years since the last text I sent, even to my folks and I have no idea what people write to each other. At last, a settle for OK, no problem. It might be a little harsh and impersonal, but it also is a lot like me after all. I still dread to cool his ardor though. I really suck when it comes to it!

  14 — Josh

  I put my cell into my pocket and Steve’s ridiculous giggling brutally brings me back to reality. I’m really out of it this morning. Then again, it’s not easy to emerge when you wake up naked with a gorgeous body next to you in the bed.

  “So, you wake up at dawn to work now? I’m not buying that! Is she any good at sucking dick?”

  The bite I just took doesn’t even get the time to touch my teeth before flying out, getting all over Marcy on the way.

  No way! He can’t know anything! Steve blurts out bullshit like this all day long but he’s too stupid to have guessed this.

  I dare a look at Marcy who is cleansing the dress I just messed up and ignores the agitated guys. But I know that Steve’s obscenities embarrass her. I search for her hand under the table and she glares up at me when her fingers brush against mine. I better say the right thing. “Do you ever think about above the waist stuff? I need a good grade.” I replied, praying for him not to insist. “And what grade did the rebel give you?” Steve mocks me as the others join him in laughter.

  Good God! That bastard spied on me or what? I could almost panic. My heart starts racing and I slightly tremble. Josh, pull yourself together, say something and quick!

  I’m about to protest when Boby jumps in and adds on top of it:

  “No, seriously, I too would like to know what the hell you were doing with her this morning.”

  I stare at him stunned, usually Boby defends me!

  “It isn’t getting anywhere, she’s a real pain in the ass and I really suck at this shit.” I get carried away as they are all laughing like idiots.

  “If you took your dick out more often, you might suck less.” Steve insists.

  The next table joins in to the general laughter as Marcy turns crimson red. And this is called friends? Suddenly I get terribly mad at the gorgeous girl wrapping her fingers around mine. If we were a casual couple, with casual relations I wouldn’t have to put up with my friends’ mocking.

  “We had some research to do at the library and that pain in the ass was not free this evening…And I loved getting my dick sucked in between the shelving.” I add to cut short the jokes.

  “Josh!” Marcy protests, more shocked than ever.

  “You wanted them to shut up? See, it has worked.” I answer, pointing to the idiots staring at me speechless.

  15 — Sandre

  Once I get home, the silence of the house disturbs me more than it should. Yet, it hasn’t been long since Josh entered my solitary evenings. I turn on the TV to forget the emptiness of the house, take out my lessons and set to make some progress in a few classes. Usually I botch it in less than an hour, but today, I have trouble concentrating. Josh haunts my thoughts. His kinky smile, the strands of hair playing with his beautiful blue eyes, his soft and firm skin, his body lying on top of me and the incredible sensation of feeling him inside me.

  I would do anything for it to go on.

  In an instant, I get a terrible desire to sneak into his house to satisfy my urges and rekindle the flame, but the vision of his mother cools my ardors. Oh God I wish I was a little mouse to see what he’s doing right now.

  He must have had a pretty rough time. I try to imagine him with his mother, perfect as always, her blue eyes just like his glaring at him, horrified he could leave her worried sick a whole night.

  I wonder if she’s already given him hell this morning on the phone. Anyhow, it surely is getting pretty heated for him tonight. I almost want to send him a text to know.

  And, without thinking, I write an SMS and send it.

  Still intact or did your mother tear off your balls, just so you don’t get away from home anymore?

  At the moment I send it I already regret. Maybe he won’
t appreciate that? After all, my humor when it comes to his balls has already given him cold sweat. But the answer isn’t long to come and I shiver opening up my phone.

  Ha, very funny, but my parts have made it through, thanks for your concern.

  I can’t help but smile at his answer. I don’t get time to take in the good news that a new one comes, leaving me gasping:

  Tomorrow I have a game and I don’t know if I can survive the whole weekend without you.

  Is it his way of asking me if I’m available? I hesitate, I don’t want to tell him that the way is clear at my place because he might start wondering and if I don’t answer he will think I don’t want to see him again.

  Your balls did not explode in 17 years of abstinence; they should survive 3 more days.

  You have no pity for them.

  And who has been taking care of them the past few days?

  That’s true! I’ll try to reason them, but you know them…

  I think our little conversation about his balls is over when a new message gets in as I was about to turn off the phone.

  You could stop by at Boby’s, we always go there after a game.

  Oh my God! What does he want? Me to fit into this world I’ve been rejecting for a year? Me to sneak into his friend’s house so we can fuck in a corner while Marcy annoys everyone with the importance of staying pure? He really thinks I’m going to play third wheel so he can keep a clear head when he’s around his loved one. What a bastard! Do I look like the kind you can toy with?

  I spent the next day convincing myself to go only to the game and that I would never demean myself by meeting him later. If he wants to drain his balls, he will have to learn to ask for it nicely. I’m no stand in!