Take it Easy – Chapter One: Schooled by a Girl – Part 1B

Take it Easy – Chapter One: Schooled by a Girl – Part 1B

“Fuck yes!” She giggled, “I just wanted to be on top for a while.”

I responded by sitting down on the bench in the shower and lifting her onto my lap. She grabbed my cock in one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it, gasping as I re-entered her soft pussy.

She started gently moving up and down on my cock, picking up intensity with each downstroke. Eventually, she began breathing heavily and erratically again, so I knew she was getting close. This came as a relief to me because I also knew that I couldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck… Aaron… I’m getting close” she moaned

“Me too…” I croaked in pre-orgasmic bliss. I was so caught up in the moment that there could have been a police squad kicking down the shower door and I wouldn’t have noticed.

“Aaron… Aaron… Aaaah!” She came again, hard. I took this as an opportunity to get another feel of her incredible breasts, pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

A few seconds after she slumped onto my chest, coming down from her orgasmic high, I felt the tightening in my balls that is characteristic of a powerful orgasm’s imminent arrival.

“Emily…” I warned

“Oh, right.” She said, dazed, as she gingerly lifted herself off of my cock and took it into her mouth again. As she slid me into her throat, I felt the cum shoot through my dick in huge spurts, sliding straight down her throat.

I’ve never been a very vocal orgasm-er, but my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim as I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock as far into her throat as it could go, cumming as hard as I ever had in my life.

After I returned from my brief visit to Orgasmia (if I founded a country, I think I would name it this), I grinned mischievously at Emily, who was wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.
“You wanna wash up? Might as well get something out of this shower.” I winked

“We both definitely got ‘something’ out of this shower already.” She giggled

“You got two ‘something’s!” I replied, laughing

“True.” She grinned up at me

I squeezed some soap out of the dispenser and rubbed my hands together to create suds. Emily did the same as I started gently massaging her shoulders, neck, and breasts from behind. I knelt down as I moved my soapy hands from her upper back to her lower back, taking a moment to appreciate her amazing ass.

“You could bounce a quarter off of this thing!” I remarked appreciatively.

“Oh, shut up!” She bashfully replied

When I finally stood up, she turned around, stood on the tips of her toes, and kissed me softly on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her, content to stay there and feel her warm, soft lips on mine with the hot water pouring down on us from above.

Sadly, the moment wasn’t to last.
A man knocked loudly on the door, shouting to be heard over the shower’s spray, “Are you about done in there?”

I gave Emily a conspiratorial grin as I shouted back “Almost!”

We hurriedly toweled off and dressed, realizing that there were a lot of guys in the locker room who would see us when we came out.

After Emily put her bra on, I managed to snag her thong and tuck it into my waistband without her noticing. When she went to look for it, I lifted up my shirt to reveal the thong’s location and mouthed “Mine.”

She rolled her eyes and put on her shorts, then took my hand as we prepared to face significant awkwardness on our way out of the men’s locker room.

I opened the door a crack and took a peek and what we had to deal with.

Fortunately, there were a lot fewer guys than we had thought. I threw the shower door open and led Emily on a mad dash out of there. The looks on those naked old men’s faces were a priceless mix of shock at a woman’s presence, arousal at her attractiveness, and, on some faces, approval of our daring.

When we finally exited the gauntlet that was the gym’s men’s locker room, we took one look at each other and doubled over in laughter. Ignoring the confused stares of the other patrons of the gym, we went to collect our stuff from the cubbies by the entrance.

“Before we leave and never see each other again, I think you should give me another kiss.” I proclaimed while we were walking out to the parking lot.

“I will give you another kiss, but how about instead of never seeing each other again, you get my number and send me a text.” She replied, looking up at me and smiling

“I guess that could work, too.” I grinned as I pulled out my phone and gave it to her to enter her number.

She gave me my phone back and looked up at me expectantly. I smiled and bent down to give her a kiss. This one was slower than the others, more passionate. I gently bit her lower lip and circled my tongue around hers before breaking off the kiss to say goodbye.

“I’ll call you sometime soon.” I promised

“I might answer.” She teased

“Then you might get to have awesome shower sex again.” I shot back, “I’ll let you decide. I gotta go.”

I spun around on one heel and started walking away. Just to see if she was still watching, I added some sway to my stride, swinging my rear from side to side. When I heard her giggle, I raised up a hand and wiggled my fingers “goodbye”.

I opened the driver’s side door and squeezed myself in. I’ve always had trouble getting into small cars because of my height (about 6’1″) and my car was no exception. As difficult to get into as it is, I love my car. She’s a 2010 Ford Mustang V8 convertible and her name is Scarlett (although she’s black, I decided to name her for Scarlett Johansson. Sue me.)

Almost as soon as I plopped down in the driver’s seat, I heard the opening guitar riff from “Crazy Train” coming from my phone. Contorting myself so I could reach into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and saw that I had an incoming call from my friend Dre.

Dre McCall has been my best friend since he moved to my town from Pittsburgh in second grade. At 6’4″ and 200 plus pounds, he strikes an imposing figure. The unique thing about him, however, is that despite being starting quarterback for our high school’s varsity football team, Dre is one of the nicest, most down-to-earth guys I know. He treats everyone in an equally friendly manner, so everyone likes him. If you’re wondering why he looks like, picture an older, buffer, less-douchey Jaden Smith.

Anyway, I picked up the phone to see what Dre had to say.

“Hey Dre, what’s up?”

“Dude, I’m having an end-of-the-summer party at my house tonight at 5:00. You wanna come?”

“For sure. I just need to go home to shit, shower, and shave first.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then, bro.” He laughed

“Seeya.”

There was a click as Dre hung up. I tossed my stuff into the passenger seat and pulled out of the parking lot.

A few minutes later, I pulled into the garage next to my mom’s car and walked in. I entered the house and jokingly called out “Honey, I’m home!”

My mom replied from her office, “Hi sweetie, how was the gym?”

I walked in to her office to find her typing away at her computer.
“The usual.” I replied, thinking about Emily.

“The look on your face doesn’t say ‘the usual’.” She teased

“I did meet a cute girl.” I admitted

“Oooooohhhhh!! Aaron met a giiiirl!!” My 15 year-old sister Nicole’s voice rang from the living room

Ignoring her, I asked my mom if I could go to Dre’s party.

“Of course,” she replied, “but remember to stick to the usual policy.”

My mom’s usual policy is basically just “be safe”. She is fine with me drinking and stuff as long as it’s in moderation. As for sex, she just wants me to be responsible and use protection.

“I will, mom. Love you.” I replied, batting my eyes innocently

“Now get going!” She responded, shooing me away, “You’re going to be late.”

As I walked up the stairs to the bathroom that Nicole and I share, Nicole followed me all the way, peppering me with questions.

“What’s the girl’s name? What does she look like? Is she pretty? Does she go to your school?”

“Her name is Emily. She’s very pretty, unlike you, squirt.” I teased, knowing that Nicole could take my ribbing. She and I tease each other all the time. Even if she couldn’t take my teasing, Nicole knows she’s very pretty: she’s tall, athletic (she does cheer and dance), has long straight dark hair, and has the same hazel eyes that my mom and I do.

“Oh! You hurt me so bad with your mean words!” She mocked, clutching at an imaginary knife buried in her chest.

“I’m going to Dre’s. You gonna miss me, squirt?”

“Yes, sooo badly…” She drawled

I gave her a hug. “Thought so. Now go back to texting what’s-his-name.”

“Brian? I’m done with him. I’ve got a new boytoy.”

“Okay, two things: one, don’t say ‘boytoy’. Just thinking about that phrase makes my balls hurt. Second, who’s the new guy?”

“Wimp. The new guy is Lucas; he’s from Brazil.” She made a clawing motion and a rawr-ing sound.

“Ew. Leave me now; I have to take a shower.”

“Buh-bye.” She strutted off to her room, phone in hand.

I hopped in the shower and turned the faucet up to near-boiling temperature. You may be wondering why I was showering again, but remember that I didn’t get much washing done in the first one and I still kind of smelled like ass.

I quickly washed and clambered out of the shower with my towel wrapped around my waist. As I began to shave, I took a look at myself in the mirror.

I’m a pretty good-looking guy, based on what other people (not just my mom) have told me. I have a strong jawline, hazel eyes, perpetually messy black hair, and a fair complexion. I’m also in excellent shape from doing karate since I was nine and regularly going to the gym. I have good posture, which seems to contribute to my height: most people slouch pretty badly, so I see eye-to-eye even with people who should be taller than me.

I finished shaving and dried my hair so I could get dressed. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring any clothes in the bathroom with me, so I would have to cross in front of Nicole’s bedroom wearing only my towel.

I opened the door and strode across the hall to my room. Just when I though I had made it without her seeing me, I heard her wolf-whistle from her bedroom. I backed up a step to shoot her the bird, then continued on my way.