Hot box – Chap 2 – The Jungle

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It had taken us just under six years to get to where we were, but as far as I was concerned it was time well spent. Mandy had certainly pulled her weight when it came to the necessary research, and I like to think that my contributions were equally important when looking at the grand scheme of things. Four thousand miles to the southern part of Mexico and through countless little hole in the wall towns we had followed the clues.

Now as we trudged across the open field toward the thick stand of trees ahead it was hard to contain the excitement. Was all of our hard work going to pay off? But as I looked down at Mandy’s wonderful ass swinging back and forth in front of me, everything except for my thirst just seemed to fade away.

“Hold up a sec sweetie,” I said as I stopped and pulled my canteen from its holder. I was so thirsty it felt like I was chewing on cotton balls. “So, what do you think?” I asked as I shifted the strap of my back pack to a position that was not already sore.

Mandy raised her right hand up to pull the bill of her hat down a little before she took a long left to right sweep of the jungle and surveyed the obstacle ahead. The blazing hot sun felt like it was cooking us as we stood together in the tall grass contemplating the path that would lead us to the reward of a lifetime.

“Well,” she said as she shielded her eyes from the sun, “I don’t guess it really makes too much of a difference where we start.” She turned to look up at me after she had made her conclusion and smiled. “It’s going to be difficult no matter how we slice it.”

“I agree,” I responded just before taking a drink from my canteen.

“So,” she said as she readjusted her back pack and shifted her weight to both of her feet evenly, “Wanna look at my ass some more?”

I almost choked on my water when I started to laugh at her statement. “You know it babe!” I said as I gave her ass a little pat before putting my canteen back in its sleeve. “Actually I’d love to do more than just look at it,” I continued as I grabbed her left cheek and gave it a firm squeeze.

Mandy looked over her shoulder and gave a little “Ooh!” before she started walking off through the tall waist deep blades. “If you’re nice,” she said as she turned around and started walking backward away from me with this coy smile on her face and a flirty tone to her voice, “I just might let you into the palace to play for a while.”

I knew what that meant, but there was no way we were going to throw down out in this blazing sun. We really did need to get into the jungle, not only because it was where we were going, but for the shade. Another hour or two out here and we were done. Besides, watching Mandy’s ass wink back and forth while she walked was a treat no matter where we were.

It was about two weeks after our first meeting that I really fell in love with Mandy. We had spent the majority of the time, up to that point, completely intertwined, screwing almost all day and all night for two solid weeks. The football coach was not too happy about his back up tied end coming to practice completely worn out.(I almost got thrown off the team) About the only time we parted was for our perspective classes, my football practice, and the frequent trips to the bathroom. It was wonderful to say the least. But it was the Saturday afternoon of the conference game that Mandy’s meat hooks really sank into me.

I was preparing to head over to the field house for the before the game meeting. Walking around in my apartment with just a towel around me was no big deal, but for Mandy, it was the perfect opportunity to drive me crazy. Every time I would walk past her she was either reaching in through the overlapped material of my towel to grab me by the balls, or playing touchy feely with my ass. In either case she was making me hard, and I was going to have to meet up with my teammates with a boner.

“Will you quit that,” I said as I pushed her hand away from my nuts, “I’ll never be able to get my pants on if you keep that up, and I don’t have time to give you what you are asking for.” I was getting just a little bit annoyed, but I knew she was only having some fun.

“Aww, poor fella.” she said as she stepped into my way and stopped me in my tracks in the middle of the room. She had that shit eating grin on her face which told me the sexual gears were flying at full speed in her head. “We can’t have you going over to the locker room with this all hard now can we?” she said as she grasped my dick through the material of my towel.

Before I could respond to her statement she squatted down in front of me and flipped the tuck of my towel lose, letting it fall to the floor and my dick to spring free. “You’re rotten,” I said playfully as I felt her mouth slowly engulf the length of my meat and her tongue swirl around the underside like she was working on a lollipop. “Oh yes.” I moaned as she began bobbing her head up and down, working my shaft with her lip gloss covered lips. “Oh you are so good at that,” I grunted out as my shaft began to stiffen and I prepared to try and blast a hole through the back of her head. Sensing that I was approaching the point of no return she suddenly stopped and pulled her mouth from my shaft. I looked down to see her lick her lips before she stood up and looked at me with the most innocent expression on her face.

“What are you doing?!” I asked in a somewhat exasperated tone with my iron hard dick pointing straight up at the ceiling.

“You don’t need to expend all of that energy before the big game,” she responded with her hands folded together behind her back.

“You really are rotten,” I said as I picked up my towel to dry my dick off.

I was learning very quickly that she was an incredible tease. Sitting in the library it was nothing for her to flash her tits to me from an adjacent aisle, or lift her skirt and show me whether or not she was wearing panties. She loved the attention from me and made sure that I was the only one to see her antics.

Taking my class ring from my dresser while I dressed she called out to me. “Hey big boy,” she said as she lifted the front of her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, “Check this out…this is for luck.” She casually reached between her legs and pushed my gold class ring deep inside herself. “Now,” she said after she pulled her panties back into place and brought her slick fingers up to my lips, gently brushing them back and forth, “if you win, you can go and get it.” She then gave me that quirky little grin of hers before giving me a little peck on the lips and a wink of her eye.

“And what if we lose?” I asked as I placed my hands on her hips and drew her in close to kiss her on the lips.

“In that case,” she said as she pulled back from me and sat down on my desk chair before crossing her legs. “No pussy for you for a week.”

“You’re mean,” I said as I pulled on my slacks and started to tuck in my dress shirt.

“Well then you had better try extra hard today.” she retorted with a slightly wicked tone to her voice. “Because if you win,” she continued as she leaned back in the chair while spreading her legs wide and hiking her skirt up to her waist to expose her white cotton panties, “I will be your complete sex slave for the next few days.” With that said she brought her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy back and forth through the thin white material while she licked her lips. “Whatever you want big boy,” she said as the material in the crotch of her panties began to turn dark from her juice, “You can have it!”

I will spare you guys the details of the football game other than we killed them. I had 7 catches for 105 yards and 1 reception for a touchdown. It wasn’t much considering that the rest of the team scored 4 times including one fantastic interception by our defense that they ran in for a pick six. But all of the excitement of the game and the vigor’s of getting pounded to the ground was still not enough to free my mind of that gorgeous strawberry blond with the green eyes sitting in the bleachers with my class ring up her snatch, and the promise of my own personal sex slave. I couldn’t get changed back into my street clothes fast enough after the team meeting. I was going to screw Mandy in half!

By the time we filed out of the field house the stadium was almost completely empty. Only a few people were still walking out but the rest of the bleachers were clear except for the booster club picking up the discarded programs and the trash. Mandy, however, was nowhere to be found. I made a bee line for my apartment, which was the closest to the stadium. All I found was a note lying on my bed. “Cum to my place,” it said in her beautiful cursive writing, “The palace awaits! XXXOOOXXX” I’ll bet I changed out of my clothes and into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt in 20 seconds. I was already getting a boner just thinking about her waiting on me so I wasted no time. The last thing was grab my keys and phone, lock the door, and I was gone, jogging across the campus heading toward heaven.

When I stepped up to the door at Mandy’s place I didn’t even have to use my key or knock on the door, Cameron opened the door just as I was about to reach for the handle. “Hello lucky,” she said with a wicked smile on her face as she looked me up and down once. “She’s waiting for you in her room,” she continued as she swung the door open and stepped to the side. “Good luck!”

“Thanks,” I responded as I stepped in through the open door and headed straight for Mandy’s room.

For the first time since we had been seeing each other her door was closed. Not that we were exhibitionists or anything, but it was just the way things were. It had become a pretty common thing for Cameron to come in, while we fucked in every imaginable position, and fuck her pussy with something. Sometimes with her fingers or a dildo, and other times with whatever was handy that she could fit inside. (A long neck beer bottle was her favorite object followed by Mandy’s lava lamp) In any cast I now stood at her door, with my heart in my throat, not knowing what was on the other side.