A literotic sexstories: 5 – Senior Year – Part 2 by robstenson
Senior Year had been going… Well, I suppose. I really didn’t have any room to complain. I had come to realize that I was destined to just be a bad boyfriend until I met a woman who was capable of changing me, if that was even possible. I had tried to stay faithful to my once-again girlfriend Emily, and that had lasted for about twelve and a half seconds, before I was getting my knob polished by the one constant sexual companion I’d had in the last two years – Mrs. Curtis. There was just something about that woman that still haunts me to this day. Even though she was clearly being unfaithful to her husband, she was never really unfaithful to me in a way. She hardly fucked her husband anymore, and wasn’t banging one other than me, so it was almost as though we were in a special relationship as well. The part that got to me the most, however, was the way she seemed to give herself to me fully during our trysts. She was almost a succubus, minus the whole part about being a demon who potentially kills you. She plain liked to fuck, and fuck a lot.
If I had kept close count, I would say that I probably had a few more orgasms with my girlfriend than I did with that Phys. Ed. Teacher, although the quality was drastically different. To this day, no woman can make the feeling so intense.
Sadly, this story isn’t really about Mrs. Curtis – we fucked, and we fucked a pretty fair amount, but there was plenty else going on in my life as I approached my high school graduation.
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Sometime around the end of January, I found out that my girlfriend was going to be spending her Spring Break going to build homes somewhere in Central or South America. A group of us had been planning on a parentless trip to Cancun or somewhere else in Mexico to fuck around for ten days in the sun – a warm respite from the winters up north. Needless to say, I was kind of agitated… and when I’m angry about something, I tend to do regrettable, stupid things.
A number of us had been over at Emily’s house in her basement, and watching the best of Will Ferrell from Saturday Night Live. Emily’s parents weren’t fond of her going to parties, so we brought the (sadly) sober party to her house. After we had finished laughing hysterically for an hour or two, a number of people left, and it was down to me, Emily, and her best friend Alexa.
Alexa was an interesting study. She had been on-again, off-again with one of my best friends, Seth, and according to him, he couldn’t get her to go all the way. She would jerk him off and blow him as much as he desired, but she was ‘saving herself for marriage’. All of our guy friends didn’t really understand why the girls we were with would get mad when Seth would complain openly to Alexa about it, but more accurately, we just didn’t really care. Considering how easily most of these girls gave it away at such a young age, it was slightly confusing how vehemently they defended this one girl’s choice. As for looks, Alexa was decent looking – above average, but not the type of girl I’d spend time trying to fuck. She was a little chubby, but carried the weight pretty well, thick thighs and butt, and a solid rack. She had medium-length brown hair that she highlighted blonde, and a really cute nose that was slightly upturned. This was all made better by the fact that she was barely over five feet tall.
Alexa was a pretty cool girl in that she generally understood when it was time to leave and give us some privacy, but on this Friday night, she didn’t really seem to keen on finding her way home. We were watching reruns of something on the comedy channel, when Emily excused herself to go talk to her mother about something upstairs. I had been sitting between the two girls, so I took this opportunity to move over and lean back against the armrest of the couch.
“Do you think I should fuck Seth?” Alexa questioned me out of nowhere.
“Uhh.. I mean,” I was pretty floored by her forwardness, especially since she and I didn’t really spend a lot of time alone.
“I’m not saving myself for marriage,” she said quickly. “I just don’t know if I want him to be my first, you know?”
“That’s pretty reasonable. What do you want, then?” I asked.
“I don’t really know. It just doesn’t feel right with him. I’m not looking for some super magical time, with unicorns and rainbows, but I just feel like fucking Seth would be something I regret down the road.”
“Well it’s not really for me to say. Do what you want, I guess?”
I was quite uncomfortable, because instinct told me I should be doing whatever I could to help one of my best friends get his dick wet, but this seemed like a genuinely important question, as she waited until we were alone. Not to mention, she was asking me, instead of her best friend.
“I just feel like I should find the right person,” she said, somewhat innocuously. “Don’t you think so, Rob?”
She had moved closer, and I hadn’t realized it until I felt her hand start to rub my leg.
“Whatever the right person is for you, go for it,” I told her.
Hearing footsteps coming down to the basement, she shifted back over, keeping a mostly blank expression on her face.
Emily walked into the room, said she had to pee, and walked right back out to the bathroom.
Leaning back into me, Alexa grabbed my hand and climbed on top of me, placing my hand on her breast.
“Whoa, Alexa, what the fuck are you doing?” I began to panic a little. My infidelity to Emily at this point had been with a single woman, but not anyone that Emily regularly shared her darkest secrets with.
“I just think that if I fuck someone, it should be the right guy, Rob,” she said, emphasizing my name heavily.
“Look, Alexa, Emily is in the bathroom and will be back any second. Just knock it off,” I told her, before being silenced with her lips on mine.
As we heard the toilet flush, she gently finished kissing me, before shuffling back to her side of the couch, innocently acting as though nothing had just transpired.
“Move over, babe,” Emily told me, ushering me back to the middle of the couch.
As I did, she lay down with her legs over the armrest, her head on the outside of my right thigh.
“Oh that looks comfy,” Alexa laughed. “Can I lay on Rob too?” she asked Emily’s permission.
“Whatever floats your boat,” Emily responded sleepily.
I sat in silence letting what had just happened moments ago sink in, trying to figure out what exactly it all meant. She obviously hadn’t asked Emily’s permission to kiss me, or to insinuate that she wanted to fuck me, and these girls had been best friends growing up.
“Hey, Em?” Alexa was trying to get her attention. Nothing. “Em?”
“I think she might be asleep,” I responded for my girlfriend.
Without saying anything, Alexa grabbed my hand, and brought it to her breast for the second time that night. I couldn’t really jump up without waking up my girlfriend and making for an awkward explanation, and didn’t know what else I could do in that situation. So I fondled her as though nothing was wrong at all. This went on for a few seconds, before she grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth, sucking two of my fingers in.
I knew I only had a few quick moments before I got hard, so I shook my girlfriend awake and told her I was getting tired and going home for the night.
“Do you think you could give me a ride home, Rob?” Alexa asked, with other intentions obviously on her mind.
“I don’t know, you live kind of the other way,” I said, stretching for a good reason to not do it.
“Rob, don’t be an asshole, give her a ride home,” my girlfriend scolded me. “She’s not taking a cab by herself, and definitely not riding the bus at this time of night.
“Can’t she just spend the night here?” I begged.
“No, I have to be up early to go to some orientation thing for my Spring Break thing,” she told me.
I sucked it up, and started walking out to my car, without waiting for Alexa to catch up.
Moments later, I was driving off to her dad’s house, making sure to keep my arm in the way of any roving hands that might try to find their way into my pants.
Fifteen minutes later, we pull into the driveway.
“Look, Rob,” she began, “what I did before was wrong, and I know that. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”
“I guess so,” I said.
We talked for a few minutes, and she apologized repeatedly.
“Well, I better get going soon,” I said, anxiously trying to get home without issue.
“You should come see this place my dad is renting, Rob. It’s seriously awesome. There’s a sauna and an indoor pool and hot tub. Just come in for a couple minute and I’ll show you around,” Alexa pleaded, pouting a little.
“Alright, is it cool with your dad that you have a guy here so late?” I asked.
“He’s out of town on business, so it’s actually just me here. It’s kind of scary at night, but I’ve survived so far,” she laughed nervously.
Unlocking the door, I immediately could tell she wasn’t kidding. For a rental, this house was pretty incredible. It had four of five bedrooms, seven full bathrooms, a theater room, and everything she had else she had mentioned. Our tour concluded in the pool area.
“Wanna go for a late night dip in the pool? It’s kept pretty warm,” Alexa told me.
“I don’t have a bathing suit here, Alexa,” I retorted.
“I bet you might fit into my dad’s suit,” she laughed.
“No offense, Alexa, but your dad is kind of a bigger guy – there’s no way I’m fitting into any of his things.”
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