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Subject: {ASSM} BI High Ch 00-05 by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, Bisexual, Romance)
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BiHigh
By High School Sweetheart

This story contains: mmf, Bisexual, Romance and is intended for Adults
Only
BI High is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted
without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com

Synopsis: Stephanie and her boyfriend Mark have the perfect
relationship, which is rare enough for a couple high school
sweethearts in upstate New York. Can the addition of Chris, the new
boy in school, make it even better somehow?


Prologue


"Do you ever wish..."

"What?" Mark's voice was soft, almost too soft because the crickets
were loud. The frogs too.

"I don't know." I giggled, feeling a little foolish.

"Stephy." Mark sighed.

We were at our special place, which wasn't so special by itself. Just
an old broken down covered bridge across a creek swollen with spring
rains. But it was clear tonight and the moon was a friendly crescent,
giving us just enough light to see each other and all the stars. It
wasn't a special place at all, except for us being there.

The bed of Mark's truck felt hard beneath me, even through the thick
warm comforter we'd doubled over. We'd spent a lot of time on that
comforter, mostly on the grass, which was nice and soft, but it had
been raining most of the day. We contented ourselves with the back of
the truck, lying close together with Mark's left arm beneath me, my
head on his shoulder and my hand on his firm warm chest.

We were both naked and we might have been cold, because it was still
winter in Canada and the wind was from the north, but we'd been
kissing and touching and I felt nothing but the heat inside me. And I
was in love, hopelessly probably, or desperately maybe, some kind of
love. I didn't know what sort it was, only that I loved it. I loved
being in love and there was so much of it. That was what I wanted to
say.

"Do you love me?" I asked, just because I wanted to hear Mark say it.

"Yeah." He smiled, looking straight up. "I love you."

"We should tell someone." I decided, sucking my lips afterwards,
breathing through my nose.

"Tell someone?" Mark chuckled. "You're fifteen, Stephy."

"So?" I turned on my side, sliding my left leg over both of his legs,
sliding it up so my knee found his penis, semi-hard and warm.

"So...Nothing." Mark shrugged, he was just turned seventeen himself.
"Who do you want to tell?"

"Someone special." I rubbed his taut stomach, feeling the soft short
hair just beneath his belly button.

"You want to share it?" Mark asked me, because he knew me better than
anyone, and we'd talked like this before. Sort of.

"I just..." I blinked, trying to think of the right words.

"Sometimes I love you so much I think I'm dying." Mark said after a
minute of quiet.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." He nodded. "You're like...Hmmm..."

"I'm like what?" I giggled, rubbing his cock a little with my knee,
just to see if he'd get harder.

"Like one of your mom's pies." Mark said seriously and I laughed. "No,
I mean like her best pie ever."

"I'm a pie?" I rolled my eyes and pressed my teeth against his chest,
just on the side by his armpit where he was soft.

"No, okay...Like if you had the best pie in the world, the most perfect
one ever, what would make it better?"

"Ummm..." I didn't bite him. "Ice cream?"

"I'm serious, come on." Mark squeezed me.

"Okay, okay...Um, I don't know." I shrugged. "What?"

"Sharing it." Mark nodded. "Watching someone else take a bite and
seeing the look on their face, you know?"

"Yeah." That made a lot of sense.

"And you could say, 'Isn't that the best pie in the world?' and they'd
nod and smile and..." Mark sighed. "That's the only thing that would
make this better for me."

"For us." I kissed him, his chest and I had to brush long black hair
out of my eyes.

"Yeah, us." Mark smiled. "I want to share you."

"That's what I was trying to say." I giggled.

"I know."

"Can we do it?"

"I don't know." Mark thought about it while I reached for his cock,
playing with it slowly.

He was playing with my breast, stroking the side of my left tit with
his fingers and sometimes giving me little squeezes. Mark's cock was
hardening, filling my hand as I massaged him gently, back and forth,
feeling it hot and hard and thick for me now. I licked his skin with
my tongue, moving my head because I was always hot for him. I couldn't
be this close for this long without wanting him.

"It has to be somebody like us." Mark said and I nodded. "Somebody we
can love, and who loves us."

"Yeah." I kissed his nipple.

"Do you want a girlfriend?" Mark looked at me, and then turned his
body onto his left side so that he was facing me. "Or another
boyfriend?"

"I don't care." I told him truthfully, moving my hips, getting closer
and putting my left leg over his hip. "What do you want?"

"Whatever." Mark shrugged. "The person is all that counts."

"You'd kiss a boy?"

"Yeah." Mark agreed. "If I love him. Would you kiss a girl?"

"Sure." I nodded, reaching behind me, narrowing my eyes as I found
Mark's cock and tried to fit it between my open legs.

"I mean would you love another girl?" Mark was smiling at me in the
thin moonlight.

"Well, yeah. That's what I meant." I wriggled my hips. "You're not
helping."

"Sorry." He chuckled. "I didn't know what you were doing."

"Ha!" I snorted. "I do need another boyfriend maybe."

"Maybe." Mark kissed me gently on the lips. "Here...Uhhhh...there..."

He moved and I rubbed his cockhead across my small moist sex. I felt
him pushing so that his cock finally found purchase, and I gasped
loudly as the swollen head split my pussy and pressed against the soft
walls just inside.

"Slow...Kay?" I whispered and Mark nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too." He pulled me tighter, so that my breasts were
flattened against his muscular chest, my nipples itching and sensitive
to the pressure.

I kissed him tenderly at first, but then harder as Mark pushed more of
his cock inside me. He was so large, too large it seemed like at
first, but it would get better soon. We'd done this before, many times
since my last birthday, almost exactly a year ago, and it always felt
uncomfortable at first. Just like it always felt so good at the end.

"Ummmm...." I took a deep breath as I felt him all the way inside
finally, his cockhead touching the very bottom of my sex, pressing
against my cervix.

"Okay?" Mark asked me and I smiled.

"Just hold me for a minute."

"Yeah." He kissed me again and we didn't move very much at all.

"Who do you like?" I wondered a moment later.

"Mmmm...I don't know." Mark rubbed my back slowly. "Veronica Lyons?
She's nice."

"She's graduating in two weeks." I laughed and my pussy squeezed
Mark's penis nicely, making us both move a little.

"Yeah, no seniors huh?" Mark nodded with a sigh.

"What about Todd?" I offered, biting my lip as I starting moving my
hips, working myself slowly on that swollen cock buried inside me.

"Todd?" Mark laughed. "He loves you, but he'd probably have a heart
attack if I kissed him."

"Not if he loved you too." I giggled, knowing Mark was right.

"I don't think that would happen."

"Yeah."

"Ricky Quail is pretty cool." Mark said. "Cute too."

"But he's..."

"Going out with Linda, yeah."

"They're gonna get married someday." I grinned. "Bet you a dollar."

"Oh, I know they will."

"They're both...Uhhh...yeah...it's okay..."

"Alright?" Mark watched my face and he was moving his cock in and out
of me now, moving his hand down to my butt, pulling me against him
when he pushed.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I like it...Fuck me..."

"I am." Mark kissed my nose.

"I know." I giggled and I was getting breathless, my pussy quivering
inside because the discomfort was going away.

"Are you still entering the Miss Pioneer thing?" Mark asked and he was
breathing a little harder too.

"Miss Teen Iroquois." I nodded. "Yeah."

"That'll be cool, seeing you in the parade."

"And knowing you fucked me?" I teased him. I sort of liked talking a
little dirty when we were doing it.

"Yeah, maybe." Mark smiled. "But mostly I just like seeing you do
stuff."

"Do stuff?" I kissed him and it felt really good all of a sudden so I
squeezed Mark hard.

"You're so beautiful."

"Oh...oh...yeah..." I swallowed thickly because I was going to cum soon, I
could feel it inside me like a fire in my tummy moving lower. A big
wet fire moving into my womb, looking for Mark's cock.

"How about Sandy?" Mark asked.

Mark groaned as he fucked me faster, with longer strokes and I shifted
my hips a little, moving around to see if I couldn't press my buzzing
clit against his cock somehow. I wanted to let her ride the shaft a
bit cause that was always hot, but hard to do when we were side by
side like that.

"Wha...What?" I had my eyes closed and I was grinding more than fucking,
rolling my hips and rocking my sex against Mark's cock.

"Ummm..." Mark pulled me down hard and he was getting close too. "...
Sandy, what about her?"

"She...She..." I giggled, but it was a gasp really. "...You don't...uhhhmmmm...
like her."

"Huh...No...Well..." Mark laughed weakly and he was trying to hold back. "...
Yeah..."

"Yeah...Oh God...Do it...I'm...Me too..." I was moving good now, all that
discomfort gone away completely. My pussy was stretched tight around
him, but used to it now, and I was enjoying it as my soft muscles
tried to hold him inside, straining to milk his cock for that final
release. It was what I was made for, making love like this with my
boyfriend, with Mark.

"Yeah, Stephy...I'm going to cum..." He was enjoying it as well, and
sometimes Mark could go a long time before he'd cum, but mostly it was
like this. I was too nice for him, too hot and tight, my sexy little
pussy squeezing his cock like a moist pink mouth, sucking at him. He
was fucking me hard, all that patience he had in the beginning paying
off for us both now. He could do whatever he wanted with me and it
would only feel good.

We came together, which only happened sometimes, but when it did it
was fantastic. The best ever it always seemed and I clung to my
boyfriend tightly, kissing him and being kissed, feeling my whole body
seem to collapse around his cock as it spasmed inside my pussy. His
sperm was shooting inside me, so hard I could feel it against the soft
bottleneck of my cervix because his cockhead was right there, cradled
within me all the way to the bottom. It was a good cum for both of us,
lovemaking the way I always dreamt it would be.

"Oh God." I giggled breathlessly, feeling that wonderful euphoria I
always got after really good sex with Mark.

"Yeah, Jesus that was good." Mark agreed with me, sweating and
panting, and kissing me one more time for good luck.

"I gotta be home by nine." I told him weakly, as if Mark would ever
forget that.

"I know." He lifted his arm, squinting in the moonlight. "It's eight
thirty-three."

"Okay." I sighed, wishing my dad would extend my curfew, but it was
still a couple weeks until my birthday.

"We have to find someone to share this with." Mark told me and we were
finally catching our breath.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I want to share you too."

"I don't know who though."

"Hey...A shooting star!" I grinned and Mark turned his head but missed
it.

"Make a wish." He smiled at me.

"Okay." I closed my eyes, "Hmmm...I wish..." and Mark knew what I was
wishing for because he was wishing for the same thing in his heart.


end of 00

Chapter One


"Ohhh...Who's that guy?" I asked my best friend, Sandy.

"That's whatshisname, I forget...He's in my chemistry class though." We
were both looking at him. "He's pretty cute, but he doesn't say much."

"He's obscenely cute." I replied, thinking I didn't really need him to
talk, just looking at the boy was nice enough.

"You can't be serious, Steph." Sandy shuffled books in and out of her
locker and book bag.

"What?" I looked all innocent, flashing her a smile to go with my soft
blue eyes.

"You've got a boyfriend, remember?" Sandy knew me too well, but maybe
not all that well.

"I'm just looking." I sighed and then, as if right on cue,
whatshisname turned his head in our direction and our eyes met.

Just for a moment, across twenty feet of crowded high school hallway,
but there was a connection. I could feel it and he did too, cause he
looked away and maybe even blushed, or maybe not. I kept staring
though, even as the bell rang for my next class and the boy rewarded
me finally with one quick look over his shoulder. He'd felt my eyes on
him, or so I imagined, because I really wanted him to.

Then I had to run for my trig class, slipping inside just in time for
the teacher to notice that I was late.

"Miss Avery, I'm so glad you could join us today." He shook his head,
but he just liked to tease the last one through the door. Especially
if she was a junior varsity cheerleader, like me.

"Sorry, Mr. Hodges." I gave him my contrite look, which was a pretty
good one and he let me go.

I got away with a lot of stuff, not that being two minutes late for a
class was a big deal, but you know what I mean. Being sixteen years
old and very pretty gave me a lot of room to play with, and being one
of the so-called 'good girls' didn't hurt either. Branford-Iroquois
High School isn't a large one, and it's only named for the two
counties it serves. Nobody famous had ever come from there, I guess.
So everyone knew everyone, pretty much, meaning we knew who was being
bad and who was being good.

Some girls, a few of them, were very bad. Maureen Hogan had gotten
herself pregnant when she was sixteen, so she was a bad girl. I'd been
Miss Teen Iroquois for Pioneer Days last June, so I was a good girl.
See how it works? The trick was to be a good girl on the outside, and
then I could be bad all I wanted on the inside. And I had to admit
that I could be very bad, when I wanted to be.

"Stephy! Wait up." My boyfriend Mark caught up with me after classes
and we walked together towards the locker rooms.

He had football practice and I had cheerleading practice. We'd been
going out for a year, actually a little more than that, but my parents
hadn't wanted me dating until I was 15, so we'd played it cool for
awhile. Mark and me were meant for each other, sort of. People said so
anyway, but we were still young too, me just turned 16 like I said,
and Mark 17 already. He was in eleventh grade, a year ahead of me, and
I liked that.

I liked his big size too, like over six feet tall and strong, really
solid from working his dad's farm since he could walk. I liked his
short brown hair and soft brown eyes. I liked the way all the other
girls in school wanted him just to smile at them. The most handsome
boy in school should be going out with the prettiest girl in school,
and that was us. I wasn't stuck up about it though, like how could I
be? It was just a fact of life and mostly I ignored it. Other people
were the ones making a fuss, not me.

My own hair is black and long, curly too at the ends, so I wore it
loose mostly. My eyes are blue, very blue the way a June sky looks
after a good rain, when the clouds are gone and the air is washed
clean. Nobody could look into my eyes for very long, it made them see
things, secrets about themselves...Or so I liked to dream. It sounds
cooler than just saying people were mostly too shy to look into my
eyes very long. I'm tall as well, although not like Mark or anything.
Like five foot nine maybe, which isn't bad, and I'm thin too, so I
look taller than that even.

Not skinny though, don't think that. Lithe is a good word for me,
graceful too. I'd have been a good dancer, like ballet, except we were
pretty much in the middle of nowhere so far as culture is concerned.
I'd been lucky to get piano lessons growing up, even though I'd hated
them at the time. It's won me a few pageants though, when having a
lithe body with nice tits and a cute little ass weren't enough.

"Do you want to get a burger after practice?" Mark asked me as we
walked slowly.

"Mmmm...I told my mom I'd be home for dinner." Mark always drove me home
in his truck, picked me up in the mornings too. He was a really good
boyfriend.

"Give her a call."

"You can have dinner with us, if you want."

"What's she making?"

"I don't know." I laughed. "Like you care."

Mark grinned at me, carrying my book bag like he should. Him and my
mom got along great, my dad too, except Daddy liked to play the tough
father role a little too much. It had made Mark a little nervous at
first, but not so much anymore. They were used to each other now.

"Okay. Long as it's your mom cooking and not you."

"What?" I was suitably shocked and bumped my hip against his thigh.
"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing." He laughed and bounced me back.

"Hmph."

"Cept you can't cook." He laughed and ducked into the boys' locker
room, which was the only reason he'd said it.

"I need my books!" I pushed the door open, yelling after him.

"Come on in and get them!" Mark yelled back and I heard some guys
laughing, probably some hand slapping and I just smiled to myself.

It wasn't the first time we'd played games like that, but one of those
days, I told myself, I was going to walk in and give those boys a
heart attack. That thought made me warm all over.


end of 01

Chapter Two


"Hey, do you know that new boy?" I asked Mark. We were in his pickup
truck, a big old red Ford that looked and ran pretty good. It wasn't
running just then however, it was all quiet except for us.

"Mmmm..." Mark looked up at me, giving my left nipple one more lick.

We'd been making out a little after dinner. Mom had cooked up some
spaghetti and as always it had been really good. Now Mark and I were
just out for a drive, spending some time together, and my parents were
cool with that. I had to be home by ten and I would be. A year of
dating and I'd never been late, not even once, which was one reason my
folks liked my boyfriend so much. He was such a responsible young man.

Mark had my sweater on the dash and I'd taken off my bra for him. The
windows were fogged up and my lips were a little bruised, they way
they always were after kissing Mark too long and too hard, if there
could be such a thing. The clock on the radio said 9:12 and we'd
parked just a mile from my house, so we were going to fuck soon.
That's the part I always liked and Mark too. We were like rabbits, I
thought, except worse.

He'd taken...No, I'd given Mark my virginity on my fifteenth birthday,
like a gift to myself. I'd known what it meant and Mark had respected
that, I think. He'd acted like it anyway, and it had been special and
good and I'd always love him for it. We might not ever get married or
anything, but I'd always have Mark and that one night in my heart, you
know?

After that, we'd basically had sex every chance we could. In the
mornings before school, after school on the way home, at night like
this. Whenever and wherever, it was all good for us. And we'd gotten
better at it, which sounds silly, but when I remember the first few
times I almost have to laugh. What a difference a year makes. I'd
learned how to suck his cock and even swallow his stuff, his sperm,
sometimes. I'd taught him how I liked my pussy kissed. We'd tried anal
sex, which Mark liked more than me, but I let him do it to me once in
awhile. We did all kinds of stuff, so it was nice, and we liked it.

"That new kid, whatshisname, do you know him?" I reached for Mark's
jeans, knowing he was hard already.

"Yeah, uh...Chris something." Mark watched my fingers work expertly at
his belt and pants. I'd done this a thousand times probably. "Chris
Wheelock."

"Wheelock." I giggled, opening those jeans like a Christmas present
and pulling them down Mark's muscular thighs.

"Why?" Mark smiled as I pulled his boxers down too, so that his big
thick cock sprang out like a Jack-in-the-box, slapping his t-shirt
covered belly.

"He's pretty cute." I licked my lips. "You want me to suck it first?"

"Yeah, Steph...Suck it for me."

Mark has a big cock, which fitted him perfectly, and me too. I hadn't
done a lot of comparing though. He was my only boyfriend, but not the
only boy I'd had sex with. And that wasn't a secret or anything, Mark
knew I'd done it with other guys, he'd even watched me once. I'd let
his best friend, Todd fuck me after Mark had finished one night. We'd
all been a little drunk, but even so we knew what we were doing and
Mark hadn't complained at all. Neither had Todd.

I wasn't a slut or anything though. I'd done it with Todd that one
time, and with Sandy's brother, Jim, who was gone to college now. He'd
been home for a visit and I'd been sleeping over and he'd been cute
and funny and...I'd told Mark about it the next day. He wasn't mad. Mark
knew Jim didn't mean anything to me, it had just been sex, just a
little fun, and we were the only ones who knew. I hadn't told Sandy,
she might have gotten sorta mad about that, and Jim had a serious
girlfriend at the university so it was definitely a one time thing.

Anyway, Mark had the best cock for me. It was long enough so that I
could put both hands around it, one next to the other with dick to
spare, and thick enough that it stretched me nice. Even after a year
of sex, we still had to go slow at first. When he put it in my butt,
it hurt a lot too. Mark really enjoyed it though, so I took it once in
awhile. Sucking it, that big penis filled my mouth completely. I could
get the head and maybe an inch or two besides, but that was all.

Mark was cool with that, he knew he had a big dick and he'd tell me
about the other guys at school, since they all showered together after
gym class and stuff. He'd tell me who had a big cock and who had a
little one, who was circumcised and who wasn't. Mark was into it,
checking out the other guys and comparing. He was a little proud of
his dick, I guess you could say.

"Does he have a big dick?" I asked, just before I leaned over,
stretching my little mouth wide for Mark's cock.

"Hmmm...Stephanie..." Mark stroked my hair and then grabbed some of it,
pulling it out of the way so he could watch me suck him.

Mark's cock filled me, as always, the smooth head sliding over my
tongue. My soft red lips formed a thin O as they moved down the shaft,
and I started a nice gentle rhythm, bobbing my head just a few inches,
as that was all the cock I could handle. Once in awhile it would touch
the back of my mouth and make me cough a little, but I was pretty good
at it, so it wasn't bad. I wanted to learn that deep throat stuff, and
I could do it with a banana, but when I tried with Mark I just
couldn't do it without gagging...Not yet anyway.

I sucked Mark for just five minutes maybe and he'd spent that time
playing with my pussy, pulling my panties aside and fingering my wet
little hole the way I liked. I still wore my cheerleader skirt, but
I'd ditched my shorts as soon as I got home. They were ugly and
uncomfortable, I much preferred just plain bikini panties.

"Put it in me...Let me get on top..." I caught my breath quickly and Mark
didn't protest at all as I moved to straddle his thighs.

He'd slid towards the middle of that big bench seat, so we had plenty
of room. I held Mark's broad shoulders, nodding and smiling and trying
to stay still while he rubbed his cockhead around my moist vulva,
looking for my slit. When Mark found it I let my ass down slowly with
a sigh, feeling that big hard cock splitting my plump folds.

"Yeah, Steph...Nice..." Mark held my hips, pulling me a little, but he
couldn't help it so I forgave him.

"Ughh...Slow..." I made a face and tried to relax. This was the hard part,
the first part, but once it was over and Mark got his penis fully
inside me, then it would be good.

"Ahhh...There you go, baby." Mark nodded as my hot cunt enveloped his
cock, my muscles squeezing him like I was trying to keep him out, but
soon they'd be fighting to keep him in.

"Okay...Okay..." I giggled, cause I loved feeling his cock filling me.

It was worth being a bit uncomfortable for a minute or two, just to
know that the tip of my boyfriend's penis was pushing against my
cervix. I'm not kidding either, he touched bottom just sitting there
and it didn't hurt, so long as we were slow like that, it just felt
funny, in a good way, and I tried to imagine him opening me there, his
cock inching into my uterus.

Sometimes, once in awhile, I really wished I wasn't taking birth
control pills. But that's my bad girl side peeking out. I was always
careful and never forgot. I just wished sometimes that when Mark
fucked me, there might be just a chance that one of his sperms would
find one of my eggs and...

"Mmmm...Good...Okay..." I smiled at him, licking my lips and nodding and we
could fuck now for real.

"I love you, Stephy." He took a breath and let it out slow as I worked
my pussy up and down.

"I love you too, Mark...Fuck me nice..." I was panting cause my heart was
going really fast and I had my hands on Mark's shoulders while he held
me around the waist

I liked to push my hips back a little, so my clit would ride the shaft
while we did it. I didn't have a big one or anything, but she got hard
and it felt super good when it rubbed Mark's cock, even just a little
bit. When he fucked me on my back I mostly just Jilled my clit off,
rubbing it with my fingers and that always got me going quick. But
taking it slow was great too and I was rocking that cock now, all wet
and mushy inside with my pussy squeezing my boyfriend's dick, and even
when he touched bottom, sending a little jolt through my belly, I
didn't mind it. That was one of those sweet pains I liked.

"You didn't tell me..." I sighed.

"Tell you what?" Mark lifted his hips every time he pulled me down.

"If that guy has a...Ugh!...Hey!" I giggled and made a face. Mark really
pushed up hard that time.

"Sorry." But he didn't look very sorry.

"That Chris guy..." I sucked a breath. "Does he have a big dick?"

"I dunno." Mark slid his hands down to my ass, squeezing me and sort
of pulling more than lifting me. He was feeling it.

"He's ummmm...Hot anyway." I fell forward, pressing my body against
Mark's and sliding my tits up and down. My nipples were so hot they
were cold and it felt good to rub them on Mark's t-shirt.

"Is he?" Mark kissed me.

"Fuck yeah..." I bit Mark's ear. "Hottest boy in school."

"Hotter than me?" Mark bit my neck, sucking on it and I jerked away.

"No hickeys!" I giggled and then moaned as Mark just rolled his hips
around, keeping his dick all the way inside me. "Mmmm....He's the
prettiest."

"Yeah maybe...He's ahhhh...Cute." Mark slid a finger between my ass
cheeks, up and down the soft valley there, and pausing to finger my
tight little butthole for a second.

"We uhmmm...Should ask him out." I was rocking faster too, wanting it,
that good cum just waiting for me in my tight little tummy.

"Yoummmm...Fuck...I'm gonna cum soon." Mark started pounding his dick up
inside me harder and faster.

"Can I?" I panted, clinging to him now, my eyes shut and riding his
cock, riding it into the stars it seemed like.

"Yeah...kay...uhmmm I'm gonna cum, Steph..."

"Me too...fuck me fuck ...ugh...me..."

As soon as I felt Mark's cock shooting inside me I was done for. My
whole body just seemed to knot up and I was squirming hard around that
cock shooting into my womb. He was there, up at my cervix, and I could
feel his hot sperm like a cloud trying to fill up a sky. My cunt was
tight around him, squeezing and shaking and never gonna let him go.
Not ever cause I never wanted to stop feeling that.

end of 02

Chapter Three


"Hi." I stood in the hallway, smiling brightly at the boy.

"Hi." He smiled back at me, but it was a little uncertain. He was
putting some books away and getting out some others, getting ready for
his next class.

"I'm Stephanie, you're name is Chris, right?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

He looked seriously hot, not handsome like my boyfriend Mark, but more
pretty in a way. Almost feminine maybe, but Chris was definitely a boy
too. I'd never met anyone like him, a contradiction like that. All the
guys at B.I. High were country boys, the rough and tumble sort who
liked football and tractor pulls. This boy wasn't like that at all, or
at least he didn't look like it.

Chris looked more like he'd be at home reading a book, something
serious and even romantic, like a weather beaten copy of Don Juan, by
Lord Byron. He just happened to have that sitting on his top shelf,
not that I was peeking into his locker or anything. I didn't know much
about Byron, but I'd heard of Don Juan, he was a great lover or
something. And even if I was wrong about that, Lord Byron? I bet not a
single other boy in that high school had even heard of him.

"I kinda noticed you yesterday." I hugged my books to my breasts. I'd
worn my cheerleader outfit all day long, mostly cause I'd planned on
talking to the guy and I wanted to impress him.

"Uh, yeah." He gave me a little grin. "I noticed you too."

"Can you give me a ride home after school?" I asked Chris, really
hoping I wasn't going to embarrass him.

"What's that?" He blinked his big blue eyes at me in surprise.

"You have a car right?" I wasn't totally sure if he did or not, but
I'd asked Sandy and she thought he did, but she wasn't sure.

"Yeah, sorta." Chris nodded slowly. "My mom's car."

"Cool, I'll meet you in the parking lot after last class, okay?" I
grinned and then the bell was ringing and I gave it a small frown.
"Oh, I'll see ya later, Chris!"

"Bye." He stared at me for a second and then he was hurrying to get to
his own class.

That had worked out pretty good. I hadn't wanted to give Chris a
chance to say no or ask for an explanation or anything, so it was
always best just to act like I'd gotten the answer I wanted. Boys were
easily confused anyway, in my experience. It didn't really matter what
they looked like on the outside, on the inside boys were all the same,
like they all came from another planet or something.

I wasn't the only girl who'd been thinking about Chris either, I knew
that. We were just a few weeks into the school year though, so I'd
decided to move pretty fast. Being just a sixteen year old sophomore
like me, Chris had a lot of girls checking him out. Especially since
he was so new. Everybody liked new things because they were
interesting, so boys weren't an exception to that, and I'd heard other
girls talking about him. Yep, I had to move fast if I was gonna get
him before some other girl talked Chris into being her new boyfriend.

It didn't hurt that Chris had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and sort of
a thin body. Like mine actually, except different since he was
obviously a boy. But he could have been a dancer too maybe. Chris
looked sexy just the way he stood sometimes, one leg straight maybe,
the other bent, so he pushed one hip out. And his ass was fine. Not
some big fat beer drinking tractor ass like a few of the boys had; and
most of their dads for that matter. Chris had a tight round one, and a
narrow waist beneath shoulders that weren't broad exactly, but wide
enough to look nice.

Chris looked sexy, no doubt about it and I wasn't the only girl who
thought so, like I said, but the others were too slow.

"Hey Stephy!" Mark came round the corner looking for me as I put away
my books.

"Hmmm..." I pulled my head back a bit cause Mark wanted to kiss me. I
never let him though, not in the hallways like that. I was a good girl
and so I didn't do that stuff and Mark knew better, but sometimes he
forgot.

"You got practice today?" Mark asked, just to confirm his suspicions.

"Nope, Ms. Hayden had to take off, her house was burning down, or
something." I shrugged.

"I heard she had a doctor's appointment." Mark laughed at me.

"Same thing." I grabbed my book bag. "Why do you care what she's got?"
I teased him. "You got a thing for Ms. Hayden now?"

"What?" Mark rolled his eyes. "You gonna wait for me?"

"Nope." I smiled happily. "Chris is going to give me a ride home."

"He is?" Mark took a little breath.

"Uh-huh." I nodded. "You want to come by tonight?"

"Well, I gotta see what Ms. Hayden's doing, you know."

"What?" I groaned at him.

"She likes to work me pretty good, Steph. I might be kinda sore
later." Mark nodded seriously. "I'm her backdoor man, so..."

"She's going to kill you if she ever hears you saying that stuff." I
giggled. Ms. Hayden was a total lesbian. Everyone said so, but
probably she wasn't.

"How's she gonna hear me if her house is on fire?" My boyfriend
laughed and then kissed me quick before I could stop him. "I gotta
go."

"Okay." I licked my lips, smiling after him.

"I'll come by after dinner." Mark was walking backwards. "Save me some
desert okay?"

"Yeah, some pie?" I giggled and then looked around, forgetting where I
was for a minute. Nobody important heard me though, and even if they
did, my mom loved to bake pies so...

"Hi!" I found Chris leaning on his car, or his mom's car I guess, not
that it mattered.

I wasn't into that stuff. So long as a car worked, I was happy and it
was nice enough. One of those four door Honda sedans, pretty
respectable looking compared to the junk most kids drove to school. It
looked like it belonged in the teachers' parking lot at the front of
the school.

"Hey, uh Stephanie." Chris smiled.

Chris combed his hair back from his smooth forehead and then I
realized he looked like Johnny Depp, sorta like in that Secret Window
movie. With blonde hair and a lot younger of course, and that was
cool. I guess that would make Mark look like...Hmmm, nah. Mark just
looked like Mark, and Chris looked like Chris, it was just the hair
that reminded me of the actor.

"Thanks for giving me a ride." I said as soon as we were inside and
buckled up safe and sound.

"Sure, I don't mind." Chris shrugged. "Where do you live?"

"Oh, that way..." I waved towards the left, "Just follow the road, I'll
tell you where to turn."

"You don't have a car yet?" Chris asked, taking the turn out of the
parking lot.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm taking driver's ed right now. I got my
permit though."

"That's cool."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Mostly Mark gives me a ride anyway."

"Mark?"

"My boyfriend. He's on the football team though so I didn't want to
wait around." I giggled at the look on his face. "What?"

"You're boyfriend's on the football team?" Chris kinda cleared his
throat. "Isn't he going to be a little..."

"Pissed?" I made a face. "No, he's really nice. He's the starting
quarterback this year."

"Uh-huh."

"That's good, right?" I pretended like I didn't know.

"I guess." Chris looked a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" I reached out and rubbed his thigh a little. "He isn't
gonna care, I promise. I told him you were giving me a ride."

"I'm giving a cheerleader a ride home." He said slowly. "The one
that's dating the quarterback."

I giggled again just because he was so cute I was getting wet, I swear
to Jesus. My pussy was itchy inside.

"This is like a joke, right?" He looked at me. "Kind of a have some
fun with the new kid sort of deal?"

"Huh?" I tilted my head and then shook it. "No, uh-uh. I just think
you're really cute so..." I held up my hands and shrugged.

"Okay." Chris licked his lips. "You say so..."

"Turn right here, on the county road." I pointed.

"...I'm kinda putting my life in your hands though."

"You are not!" I laughed. "God, you don't even know Mark, you guys
could be best friends probably. You don't know."

Chris laughed at that. "I've seen football players before." He told
me. "Cheerleaders too."

"You don't like cheerleaders?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Truthfully?" He glanced at me.

"Well, yeah."

"Not really." He shook his head. "They're kind of fake, most of them."

"Fake?" I frowned at that. "Like how?"

"Like...I don't know." Chris bobbled his head a bit. "Like worrying
about what everybody thinks all the time, who their friends are, who
they go out with..."

"Like going out with the quarterback?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah." Chris looked at me and it was a challenge, I thought, like I
had to prove something suddenly, but I didn't know what.

"It isn't my fault he's the quarterback." I finally said, but that
didn't explain anything.

"And I guess it isn't his fault you're a cheerleader." Chris nodded.

"Why would it be?"

"I'm just saying, is he going out with you cause he wants to?" Chris
looked over at me. "Or cause he's supposed to?"

"Maybe he just loves me." I said a little sarcastically. "That ever
occur to you?"

"Well..."

"And besides, we were going out before I was a cheerleader, way before
that, and he's played football since he was like 6 years old so..."

"...Love's one of those words that means whatever you want it to..."

"...Not like I can stop him anyway..."

"...Like an excuse..."

"...Even if I wanted to."

"...Everybody's in love."

"Not everybody." I said pointedly. "You're not in love."

"How do you know?" Chris was stopping at a T intersection. "Left or
right?"

"Left, about half a mile." I waved my hand.

"How do you know I'm not in love?"

"Cause if you were, you'd understand about me and Mark and why he
isn't gonna be mad at you for giving me a ride."

"People in love don't get jealous?" Chris laughed at me and I blushed
a little. "When did that start?"

"When it happened to me and him." I said defiantly. "That's my house,
over there."

"If you say so, Stephanie." Chris nodded and pulled into my long
driveway.

We lived on a farm, but not a working one. Daddy leased the land out
and we just lived in the big house, with a few horses and a satellite
dish. We had an apple orchard, that was my dad's business. It kinda
sucked living out in the boonies like that, but sometimes it was okay
too. It would get a lot better once I could drive.

Chris stopped the car and put it in park, but he didn't turn off the
engine. He just turned to look at me.

"I don't know if I like you or not." I frowned and I knew I was
pouting a little, but Chris hadn't acted like a boy was supposed to at
all.

"I like you." He said. "I didn't mean to make you mad."

"You kinda did." I gave my head a tiny shake.

"I'm sorry." Chris sighed. "I just uh, I say things sometimes...I get
nervous, or something..."

"You're nervous?" I smiled, thinking maybe he was a boy after all.

"Well, yeah." He laughed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

I didn't understand exactly what he meant, but it seemed sort of like
a compliment, almost.

"You have to come inside now." I looked through the passenger window
and saw my mom peeking out at us.

"I do?" Chris blinked. "I should, uh..."

"Too late." I smiled apologetically. "My mom saw you, if you go now
I'll be answering questions for a month."

"Your mom?" He did look nervous then and I laughed at him.

"Yeah, come on." I started getting out and Chris took a deep breath
before turning off the engine.

end of 03

Chapter Four


"Hey mom!" I pushed open the kitchen door and she was there, baking
pies. The whole house smelled yummy and my mouth watered. She's a
really good cook.

"Hi Steph, how was school? Why are you home so early?" Mom gave me a
cheek and I hugged her carefully, ignoring her questions.

"Mom, this is Chris, he gave me a ride." I looked at the boy who stood
by the open door nervously, almost guiltily it seemed to me.

"Chris? Hello." My mom smiled at him and held up her hands, covered
with flour. "Sorry about the mess. Do you want some pie? I got some
apple and cherry, the cherry is hot, but it should be..."

"Oh, no ma'am, um..."

"Yeah, cherry pie." I giggled. "You gotta try it!"

I was getting out some plates before Chris could say anything else.

"What happened to...I mean, where's Mark, dear?" My mom asked, meaning
she wanted to know if we'd had a fight or broken up or something
equally ridiculous.

"Football practice." I smiled, setting plates and forks on the table.
"Come on in, Chris, you can sit here."

"Oh." My mom shrugged, like that made some sort of sense, even if it
didn't explain Chris at all.

"He's coming by after dinner." I gave my mom a look. "Guess you told
him you were baking today, huh?"

"Well, I might have mentioned it." My mom laughed lightly. "He knows I
bake on Thursdays anyway."

"Mark is more like my brother than my boyfriend, I think." I grinned
at Chris, and our conversation probably wasn't helping his nerves. "My
mom and dad love him."

"Well he's a nice young man." My mom nodded, wiping her hands. "You
look like a nice boy too, I don't think I've seen you before though."

"Uh, we just moved here." Chris nodded, watching me serve him a sweet
runny slice of hot cherry pie. "My grandpa, he passed away so, uh...We
kind of took over the farm."

"Oh." My mom looked at him. "I'm sorry to hear that, who was your
grandfather?"

"George Wheelock, my dad is George Junior." Chris answered, making it
almost sound like a question.

"Your dad is Georgie Wheelock?" My mom narrowed her eyes a little and
I was looking back and forth between them trying to figure it out.

"Georgie?" Chris almost smiled and then shrugged. "I guess so."

"He used to date my oldest sister." Mom giggled, which was a strange
sound. "That was a long time ago though. Okay, George Wheelock."

"You know his dad, mom?" I said, sitting down finally across from
Chris.

"Well, yeah. Your Aunt Sharon was so in love with him." She shook her
head smiling. "He was the star quarterback and so handsome."

"Really?" I giggled. "The quarterback?" I looked at Chris and he
blushed. "That's pretty interesting. Wasn't Aunt Sharon a
cheerleader?"

"Oh yeah." My mom smiled happily, telling us all about it. "She was
very popular in high school and so of course she and Georgie...But then
he went to college and Sharon met Uncle Ralph and..."

"Yeah." I nodded, blowing on a forkful of steaming pie.

"You don't really look like your father though." My mom examined Chris
and I made a face at her, thinking that was sorta rude. "Oh, I'm
sorry. You're very handsome, Chris. You're mother must be very
pretty."

"She is, yeah." Chris cleared his throat, mostly picking at his pie.
"Dad met her at college."

"Well, you have to tell your dad to call me, alright? We'll have a
nice dinner for you guys, maybe this weekend? Saturday? Is that too
soon?"

"I don't know." Chris widened his eyes.

"What's your phone number, let me call right now...Is your dad home?" My
mom was serious about this.

"Uh, maybe." Chris shrugged. "My mom's home probably."

"Well let me call her then." My mother nodded and it was clear she
wasn't going to accept any excuses.

"Wow, we're practically cousins." I grinned at Chris and he looked a
little unsure of himself. "So your dad was the big football player and
my Aunt was his cheerleader girlfriend and..."

"Yeah yeah." Chris rolled his eyes, stabbing a cherry with his fork.
"So I have issues with my dad. Big deal."

"I didn't say that." I said and he looked a little mad, actually.
"Come on, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just teasing a little."

"Yeah." Chris nodded.

We ate in silence for a minute and I guessed Chris really did have
some issues. I didn't know his dad or anything, but Chris was about as
far from a star football player as a sixteen year old boy could get
and still have legs. Probably his dad was a little disappointed. My
dad was a serious fisherman and he'd tried all summer when I was about
12 to get me to like it. I knew my dad wanted a son to share that with
and I'd felt bad for disappointing him, but I was a girl so it didn't
bother me totally. If I was a boy though, disappointing my dad like
that would suck, I bet.

"Well, that's all set." My mom came back into the kitchen smiling.
"We'll have a little barbecue on Saturday, won't that be nice? And I
hope you don't mind Chris, I asked your mom if you could stay for
dinner so...I hope you like fried chicken and mashed potatoes."

"Ahhh...Okay." Chris didn't have a choice and he knew it. "Thank you."

"Oh, it's my pleasure. How's your pie?" My mom was happy as could be
now, and I was feeling pretty good, but Chris looked like he just
wanted to run away.

I had to do something about that.


end of 04

Chapter Five


Chris wanted to use the bathroom after we'd had our pie, and so I led
him upstairs to use the one there. I wanted to change clothes, since
wearing my cheerleader outfit around the house was kinda silly. I put
on some old faded jeans and a little t-shirt, not really too small,
but short and it showed my belly button, and my boobs really nice. I
put my bra on, of course, cause my dad would have a fit if he caught
me without it. Like the world would explode if someone figured out I
had nipples.

"Hey." I opened my bedroom door and caught Chris leaning against the
wall waiting for me.

"Hey." He nodded and then actually smiled when he saw me dressed way
down like I was. "You look nice."

"I do?" I gave him a look cause that was a weird thing to say and he
realized it right away.

"I mean for a cheerleader." He recovered with a grin and made me
laugh.

"Right." I grabbed his hand, just cause that was weird too and neither
one of us expected it. "Come on, I'll show you my horse."

"Okay."

"You ever go riding?"

"Not really." Chris was following me down the stairs, still holding my
hand.

"You afraid of horses?" I looked over my shoulder, smiling at him.

"No, of course not." He pursed his soft lips. "Just didn't see a whole
lot of them in Albany."

"Is that where you moved from?" Albany was a long ways from Iroquois
County.

"Yeah. It's an okay place."

"Heh." I snorted. "Anyplace with stoplights would be better than this
place."

"You don't like it here?" Chris walked with me outside, and then
waited while I worked my bare feet into my old sneakers.

"It's okay, I guess." I shrugged. "Kinda boring sometimes though. Come
on."

I opened the barn door and turned on the lights, and the rich musty
smell of hay and horses, and old machines and oil filled our noses. It
was a pretty clean barn, but that's the way those places are, and
there was some old equipment stored in the back. Like tractors older
than my dad even.

"You have a girlfriend in Albany?"

"Mmmm...Sort of. There was a girl I liked, we were friends." Chris
shrugged. "It wasn't love though."

I looked at him quick to see if he was teasing me again, but he
wasn't. I walked with him to the stalls and horses are horses, so we
looked at them a bit, which was why we were out there anyway. That and
I just wanted to get him away from my mom. She was the nicest woman in
the world, but she could come on a little strong sometimes. I think I
probably got some of that from her.

"Her name's Carmy." We were standing by the stall of my horse, a four
year old mare and I grabbed some fresh cut alfalfa, which was like a
treat for the horses, and opened the gate so I could drop it in front
of her.

"Carmy?"

"Short for Caramel, cause she's sort of brown like that." I shrugged,
stroking her neck while she dipped her head to eat.

"Ah, that's cool."

"Yeah." I nodded. "She's a good horse."

"I guess so." Chris grinned, cause he didn't know anything about
animals.

"Hey." I stepped out of the stall, closing the gate behind me, and I
had to move close to Chris to do it. Really close and so I turned a
bit afterwards, looking at him.

"Hey." He blinked at me.

"You can kiss me." I licked my lips and my voice was soft. "If you
want to."

"Uh...." He got a bit confused maybe because we hadn't been really
acting like we were going to kiss or anything. It was there though,
I'd felt it in the hallway outside my bedroom and I knew he had too,
the first time he saw me like a person. He'd wanted to kiss me then.

"I want you to." I swallowed hard cause maybe he wouldn't anymore.
"Please?"

"What about your boyfriend?"

"It's okay." I bit my bottom lip. "Trust me?"

"I don't want to get you hurt."

"It's just a kiss." I promised.

"Alright." Chris leaned forward a little and I didn't move at all, I
let him do it. I wanted it like that. Our first kiss.

It was soft and cherry flavored and our lips were closed. It lasted
just a couple seconds and we weren't breathing right then, maybe our
hearts weren't even beating, I couldn't tell. I forgot. I remember
that kiss though, and it was as good as any I'd ever gotten from Mark.
Electric and hot all through me.

"That was nice." I breathed.

"Yeah." Chris nodded, tasting his lips with his tongue.

"Dinners not gonna be ready for half an hour probably." I smiled.

"Uh-huh."

"Soooo..." I put my hands on his shoulders. "We got time."

"Stephanie..." Chris tilted his head, but I was kissing him then and
whatever he was gonna say was gone forever.

I played the tip of my tongue across and between his lips, getting him
to open for me and I slipped my small pink tongue inside to find his.
I had my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and Chris' hands
went hesitantly to my hips and waist, barely touching me at first, but
then squeezing me a little bit. My t-shirt was pulled up and I liked
the feeling of his hands on my bare skin.

This was what I'd wanted all afternoon, and longer than that even,
since the first time I'd seen the boy. I wanted to feel him on me, his
hands and lips and more. All of him on me, in me, everywhere and I
savored the sweet taste of Chris' mouth as I wriggled my tongue
everywhere it would reach. It made us hot and stole our breath away
and we were panting afterwards like we'd run half a mile maybe. I
liked that feeling a lot.

We made out until we heard my mom's voice, calling out the back door
for us to come to dinner, and I giggled. My lips felt swollen and
bruised, my tongue a little tired. Chris was sucking at his lower lip
gently, his hands joined together at the small of my back, in that
little hollow just above my heart shaped ass. I could feel his cock
hard inside his pants, pressing against my pussy through my jeans. We
were so close it hurt, grinding a little while we'd kissed and it was
hard to let those feelings go.

But we did and I led Chris by the hand into our country kitchen, which
was warm and smelling good of chicken and buttery mashed potatoes and
all the sweet stuff mom had been cooking all day. She loved to cook
and my father loved to eat. He's a big man and right then he sat at
the head of his table, giving me a smile and then giving Chris a look
meant to intimidate the boy. I just rolled my eyes, letting go of
Chris' hand and I think that made both of them feel better.

"Hi Daddy." I gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "This is
my new friend, Chris."

"Sit right here, Chris." My mom was doing her thing, pushing him into
a chair so he could sit opposite me.

"So you're Georgie Wheelock's boy, huh?" My dad started right in and I
gave him a look, so did my mom, both of us trying to tell dad he
oughta be nice.

"Uh, yes sir." Chris nodded and licked his lips and I bet he was
thinking he shouldn't have been kissing me.

"I went to school with him...Potatoes?" My dad passed him the big blue
ceramic bowl and Chris nodded.

"Here's the gravy, Chris." My mom passed him the gravy, setting it
down for him since Chris' hands were full.

"You look kinda small for a Wheelock." My dad judged.

"Daddy!" I stared at him and Chris got a little red.

"He does." My dad looked at me. "I don't mean anything by it."

"It's okay, yeah...Yes sir." Chris nodded.

"I remember Georgie, that boy was a tank growing up." My dad took a
bite of chicken. "Biggest kid in school."

"Chris probably takes after his mother, isn't that right?" My mom
smiled, but I didn't think she was helping much.

"Uh, I guess so." Chris wasn't eating very much.

"I think he's perfect." I said. "Chris is the cutest boy in school,
all the girls like him."

"W-What?" Chris really did turn red then.

"Is that right." My dad stared at me and I swallowed hard.

"Well, I'm just saying, Daddy, size isn't everything." I shrugged and
my mom laughed.

"I see." My dad cleared his throat and glanced at my mom.

"You're right dear, size isn't everything." My mom nodded. "And Chris,
you are a very handsome young man."

"Ahhh...Thank you, ma'am." Chris looked like he was going to crawl under
the table and hide for awhile.


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