2040 Kent/18/2'9" - 'Coming of age' story of Kent, who goes to a (heavily guarded) school for 'small boys' in Illinois.
Characters
Kent Wind
Justin
Xavier
Girlfriends
Teachers
in Austin-TX
Backstory
Kent is over-protectively cared for by his mother, step-mother, his aunt, and occasionally his older sister (away at college).
Each day, the school collects a sperm sample from Kent, financially benefiting his family.
We see the awkwardness of testosterone laden 3' tall boys teasing teachers who are forbidden from touching them; and boys trying to get a moment away from their over-protective guardians.
Story
Open in first day of gender education class (their last semester of school). One of the hottest teachers, Ms. Ferris (pic pic pic pic)
"This is Gender Studies. In just a few months, you'll graduate, and no matter what your path in life, you will find yourself surrounded by women. This class will help prepare you for that transition. I like to start our journey with the event that changed everything." She waved her hand, and the letters SIMS were projected in space. "We are all the survivors of SIMS, Sudden Invasive Metabolic Syndrome. From your history classes, you know SIMS is the terrible virus that two decades ago killed 98% of the world's male population in just eight months. Years later it was re-titled Sudden Sex-Linked Invasive Metabolic Syndrome, but we still just call it SIMS. Who can tell me where it came from?"
Kent raises his hand, and when called on, explains that Medical Advantage Corporation was developing a genetic cure for male-pattern-baldness. During Phase I clinical trials, it somehow merged genetic material for achondroplasia into a rhinovirus, and created the airborne agent SIMS.
"That's right, Kent. SIMS is a demonstration of man's hubris, and dramatically changed the face of human civilization. It had taken hundreds, perhaps thousands of years for our society to slowly shift from patriarchal to egalitarian. Nearly every country had admitted world leaders of both genders. Our congress was approaching a 45/55 gender split. Overnight SIMS forced the world into matriarchy, not because of morality, but because there were simply so few men left. Then, as the world grieved a collective loss, we found SIMS wasn't done with us yet." She waved her hand again, and an illustration appeared with outlines of a woman and two men. Kent recognized the first man as a legacy, slightly taller and bulkier than the woman, while the other man was as normal as every boy in the room, about half the woman's height. Someone in the back of the room hooted, presumably at the way the line drawings depicted the sexy curve of the woman's breast. Ms. Ferris was unfazed. "SIMS also causes achondroplasia in nearly all male offspring, shortening their long bones. While this seems entirely normal to us now, twenty-years ago every one of you would have looked more like the male figure on the right." She paused briefly, before waving her hand.
The picture shifted, the legacy male disappearing, while a population by gender bar graph appeared. "Today, there are over one hundred women for every man on the planet. This has made relationships very dynamic, but potentially dangerous for men, especially because of your stature." She waved her hand, and the display filled with illustrations of relationship groupings with various numbers of women and men, each underlined by some statistics. "Relationships come in many forms. Today, over 85% of women have at least one regular female partner, and 70% of relationships involve more than one woman, yet only 35% of women identify as lesbian. The rest are termed 'prassi', meaning 'lesbian out of practicality'. A prassi has a deep rooted biological desire for a male partner, but since there are so few, they choose female companionship over being alone. What kind of dynamics do you think this might create for men?" A few hands went up around the classroom, and Ms. Ferris pointed to Kent's friend Justin, sitting behind him.
"It means we have all the choices, supply and demand, baby," Justin shook his fist triumphantly, and the class hooted a little in excitement.
"That's true. The odds are in your favor, and you will have women angling to impress you. However, look a little deeper. With 35% of women lesbian,and 70% of female relationships involving more than two women, almost every relationship has at least one true lesbian. The lesbian is more likely to view the relationship unequally, and assert themselves as the alpha, or top. Where might that lead?"
"We're competing," the boy interjected without raising his hand, "we're competing with the lesbians." The whole class looked to him, and Ms. Ferris nodded, encouraging him to continue. "The prassis want us in the relationship, while the lesbians don't."
"Correct. And trust me, you do not want a lesbian twice your size angry that her girlfriends want you more than her. It's a good way to end up in this hospital. Prassi's are going to make advances on you everywhere you go, many of you may have already experienced this, but you need to tread lightly. Entering new relationships can be dangerous for men. The safest option is to find a prassi partner, or join a dual-prassi partnership. When women are in groups of three or more, you want to carefully determine how the lesbian feels about you before you cross any boundaries. That said, men are quite safe once in a relationship, as prassi partners tend to be very protective." With that, she paused, letting her words sink in, before waving her presentation to the next scene.
It was a chart, depicting male/female relationship types - friends, friends with benefits, open, exclusive, monogamy. "Now, which of these relationship types do you think a prassi will hate and a lesbian will prefer?" That question was so easy, nearly everyone's hand in the room went up. She didn't call on any of them. "Friends. If you learn only one thing in this classroom, it's that you're much better off with lesbian friends. Whether it's at work, out shopping, at the park, or in a dark parking lot at night, you are at a physical disadvantage. You will be safest if you are with a partner you trust, or a lesbian friend. A prassi who acts like your friend, deep inside, always wants something more. There are just not enough of you to go around, so you need to be careful about sending mixed signals, or you may find yourself in a situation that's too much for you to handle." She waved her hand and the projector turned off. "Well, that's all for today. Any questions?"
A couple hands went up, and Ms. Ferris called on a boy in the way back. "What are you Ms. Ferris? A prassi, or a lesbian?"
She was stunned for a moment, looking around the room as she considered how to respond. They were all startled as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Students immediately started shuffling out of their seats, towards the door. She called out to them as they left, "read your first two chapters at home. Tomorrow we'll cover male hormone response and sexuality."
Kent and Justin found each other in the hall just outside of class.
Justin walked up to Kent, gently punching him in the shoulder. "Hey man, aren't you stoked we got Ms Ferris? She has to be the hottest teacher in school. I can't wait to hear her talking about tits and sex. I'll be dying to stay after class for some extra credit."
"Justin! Don't you get enough attention from those girls your age?" Kent shifted his book-bag to his other arm as they walked.
"No such thing as enough. Speaking of which, what happened last night? We waited around the corner from your house and you never showed. I had to handle all three on my own, which I did a pretty studly job of I might add."
"My mom caught me trying to sneak out the back and grounded me to my room. She's hell bent on keeping me away from girls until I get accepted to college."
"And what does she think is going to happen at college?" The two of them laughed, knowing how much orgy and debauchery was available to male college freshman. Justin gestured his arm down a hall as they approached it. "Alright, well, I'm headed this way. I'll catch you in Spanish. " His voice trailed off as he headed away.
Kent continued on, until he reached the student health office. Inside, a half-dozen classmates were in the waiting room. He took his seat and grabbed one of the digital magazine tablets while he waited for his name to be called. He flipped through some old issues of sports magazines, until he found pictures of bikini clad sand volleyball players. The golden sand tournament was second only to the women's basketball finals in viewership. Kent didn't really follow the teams, but he appreciated pictures of the unusually lithe and fit bodies. He knew it would help get him in the mood.
Donating sperm at school had been introduced long before Kent was of-age, and while it was controversial at first, it was too much of a necessity to avoid. From his history classes, he knew that in addition to the direct SIMS casualties, the skewing gender ratio triggered a dramatic population decline. It was a decade before the sperm drives had ramped up, and another before birthrates had risen to a fraction of what they were, but things were getting better. He also knew it was not really a donation. There was a healthy market, so his daily visit to the health office benefited not only the state, but his family as well. A single ejaculation could be worth as much as $800.
"Kent Wind?" the woman called. Kent tossed the tablet aside, and headed up to the desk. He hated that the girls working the health office were younger and cuter than the teachers. He found it somewhere between embarrassing, and unnecessary temptation. Though perhaps they wanted it that way. The cute brunette beamed him a huge smile, "hello Kent. You're in room four today." Kent just nodded, and headed down the hallway.
Inside the dim room, everything was as usual. A small chair with a fresh sheet over it, a virtual reality headset, a small tube of lubricant, and a collection cup. He put on the headset, sat in the chair, and waved his hands to bring up the scene selection interface. It didn't take him long to locate one of his favorite categories, POV busty GFE. He picked a clip with a cute brunette, only afterwords realizing she held a vague resemblance to Ms. Ferris.
Kent was instantly viewing a dimly lit cabaret, where the digitally rendered girl approached, calling to him in a lyrical voice, "Hey Kent, I've missed you." He knew she wasn't real, just a digital creation, but hearing his name still got his attention. As she sauntered closer, he admired her dress - a teal halter that hugged her every curve. It was cut scandalously short, showing off her extremely long legs. She stopped inches away, and after towering more than three feet over his head for a moment, she dropped to her knees, where she still had a solid height advantage on him. As she posed in front of him, Kent focused on the substantial cleavage offered by her low cut dress. She was just a sim, so there was no reason for him to be modest about staring.
"Have you been thinking about me? Because I've been thinking about you." She reached for her hair, slowly unraveling whatever was keeping it held tightly behind her head. "I've been thinking about all the ways I want you to touch me. Touch me, Kent." He couldn't actually feel anything when his virtual hands pressed into her chest, but there was still something satisfying about being able to make her body move. He fished a finger under the fabric, and pushed it away, revealing some skin. "Mmmm, I like that."
She was just a digital recreation, but Kent was a high school senior. It didn't take much to get him ready. He stopped playing with the sim, and unbuttoned his pants, gently touching himself before reaching for the collection cup. She brought her hands up to her own breasts, and started touching herself. "What's wrong baby, do you want to just watch?" He gently nodded, and she proceeded to pull the halter off one of her shoulders. "Okay, I'll be extra sexy for you." She raised up on her knees, hanging her chest inches from his face as she touched herself. "Do you like that, little man? Seeing me touch my big naked breasts?"
Meanwhile, Kent was busy working himself gently but quickly. He didn't like to use lubricant, as it made even more of a mess, so he just dry-stroked as the digital image teased him. She pulled the halter off her other shoulder, and squeezed both of her bare breasts between her hands. "I wish I could touch you Kent, so I could slip your big hard cock between my breasts. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" That was enough, and he felt himself unload, careful to aim it into the collection cup. While it happened, he kept himself completely silent. Even though they knew what the boys were doing in these rooms, he was still self conscious about making any noise in the health office.
In front of him, the sim continued her tease, unaware that he'd finished. "This is making me so wet. Want to see?" She hiked the bottom of her dress up, until her trimmed bare crotch was visible, mysteriously catching the light just perfectly as she began to touch herself. Kent pulled the headset off, being very careful with the collection cup until he had screwed the cap on. He reached for a wet-nap from the dispenser, quickly cleaning his hands and his penis, before buttoning his pants. Then he placed the cup in the small incubator.
The whole thing might have been strange, if he hadn't done it more than a thousand times since he'd come of age. Instead, it was merely routine. He opened the door, and strolled out towards the waiting room. The receptionist caught his eye as he passed, and he could have sworn her lip curled into a sexy little smirk, "thanks for doing your part, Kent. See you tomorrow!"
Kent gets home at the end of the day
When Kent stepped off the bus stop, his breath turned to fog in the cold before he realized his step-mother was there waiting for him. "Hi mom," he offered, with some disappointment. He was a high school senior, and slightly embarrassed at being picked up at the bus-stop, but he knew very well she was there to enforce the grounding laid on him the night before.
"Hello, Kent," she reached down and rustled his hat. He had to hustle to keep up with her long strides as they both left footprints in a light dusting of snow.
"How was school? It must be exciting to be in your last semester. I still can't believe you'll be away at college next year." Kent knew her question was mostly rhetorical. She just wanted to plug her plans for him. It's all his mothers did these days. Deep down he understood why. It had become less and less common for men to attend college. Once a man turned eighteen, it was just hard to get him to study and work hard, when he could waltz up to a pretty girl, or put up an online profile, and instantly have a girlfriend or two who would gladly take care of him. In his class, it was expected less than 30% would attend college.
"It was okay. Most of my classes are the same. Though I have Ms. Ferris for Gender Studies." They rounded the edge of their driveway, headed up towards their house. It was your average upper-middle-class house. Four bedrooms, one of which his step-mother used for crafts during the day. His sister's room sat like a museum, as she was away at college and seldom visited. The driveway had fresh tire-tracks, so his step-mom must have just arrived back home.
"Ooh, she's a looker, that Ms. Ferris. That'll help you pay attention. Gender Studies is an important subject, but don't listen to their propaganda about appropriate jobs and roles for men. You can be anything you want to be sweetie. Now, have you started on your college applications?"
"Not yet," he replied, as his mother pushed the front door open. A waft of warm air assaulted him as he stepped inside. They both pulled off their coats and hung them on the coat-rack, hers up above, and his on one of the low hooks at male height. Following that, he kicked his dirty boots off, and started bounding up the stairs, "I'm going to work on them this week."
"Hey Kent?" She called, encouraging him to pause halfway up the stairs, where for once he was looking down at her. "I know your mother can be hard on you, but she means the best. If you finish two of your applications, I'll try to get her to ease up and lift your grounding."
"Alright," he grumbled, as he turned, and started trudging up the stairs. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to college. He did. He just didn't want to fill out the pages of essays each application was asking for. Still, two applications was better than being grounded until he was accepted, which is probably what his mother really wanted.
Once in his room, he grabbed his smartphone off the dresser, stuffed with new messages. Smartphone were not allowed in class, and his mother took that a step further, forbidding him from bringing his to school. She somehow got the idea in her head he'd spend the day sexting with girls, and from a look at some of the messages, she might be right. The three girls Justin had gone out with the night before had sent him 'missed you', followed by two sexy pictures - one of Jordan and Rachel kissing, and another with of Jordan playfully tugging at Liz's shirt, half exposing her. He also had messages from two other groups of girls Justin had introduced him to, asking to see him. He hadn't seen any of them in weeks, but once you spent some time with a girl, they were relentless. He sent them each a quick message, 'grounded til college apps in."
Before he finished sending the last message, his phone buzzed with a reply. It was Erin, and incredibly hot curly brunette, "I'll do you and your college apps, call me." He chucked, wishing it was that simple. There was no way he was getting out of the house. Then he realized he didn't need to leave the house to get a little help. Justin did it all the time, had girls do his homework. It wasn't really Kent's style, but he really didn't want to do the applications. He stalled for a minute, considering the ramifications. He knew Erin would be expecting some time with him in return, though that was really no sacrifice. She had a killer body , was a good kisser, and had a gorgeous girlfriend Kris. Kent just normally let Justin take the lead in setting up dates. He decided to throw caution to the wind, and pressed the button to dial her number. It barely rang once.
"Kent! Hold on a second." He heard some clamoring in the background, then finally silence. She must have moved to somewhere more private. "I'm so glad you called. I've been thinking about the fun we had, and I'm hoping we could do it again. Especially that last part." He remembered it well. Back in the fall they'd gotten half naked in the back of her car, and after he felt her up and fingered her, and she gave him a handjob, she insisted she wanted to try putting him in her mouth. It was a little awkward, but also felt incredibly good.
"At the moment I'm grounded, but if you seriously want to help me with my applications, we could hang out when my moms let up. They say I have to finish at least two before I can leave the house."
"Just two? Easy. I can have that done in just a day or two. Which colleges? ASU? FSU? UCSD?" She was obviously building a list of hot party schools. Not the college life Kent's mothers had in mind.
"Actually, my mothers want me to apply to Cornell, Berkeley, and Georgia Tech. Not as expensive as the top-tiers, but very focused on education. They also have the most forward thinking male career tracks."
Erin giggled a little. "Alright, well, I'll start with Georgia Tech and Cornell. Berkeley is just all dorks. However, if you haven't taken the ASU tour, you really should go, it's worth it. They pay to fly men there, the students are crazy hot, and all you have to do is sign the application to get accepted. It's practically an agency for men to find their dream girl...or girls. Though I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, because I want you in *my* pants, not someone else's." This time they both laughed.
"It's not being in your pants I remember most," Kent teased. He knew he had to give some to get some, though in this case it was the truth.
"Ohh, you dirty little boy. That first time I had no idea what I was doing, but I've been reading and practicing." He heard her pant a little, as her voice hushed, "I've learned dozens of ways men like their cock licked and sucked, and I want to try them all on you. Would you like that? If I put you in my mouth and just play with you, for hours?"
"Y-yes," Kent found himself instantly reacting to her scintillating tease. He wondered if this was going to turn into full on phone sex. "Want to go video?"
"Arrr, I can't. I'm at the mall with my friends. But I can do you if you want. I have a few minutes. Did I get you excited?"
"You did," Kent grumbled, "but since you're not in private, I can just wait for the real thing. What do you need from me, for this college application thing?"
"Ohh, right. Tell me something you miss about not knowing your dad and one thing you like about having two moms." Suddenly, her voice sounded hurried, almost impatient.
"Well, it's hard to learn what's expected from men without having a male role model. I feel like all my life I've been told who I should be by women. And as for two moms, as a child I remember *always* having one of my moms around to care for me. My b-mom works more than full-time, and when she can't be there for me, my step-mom is always there."
"Perfect. You want to go to college to be a positive male role model, and as terrible as SIMS is, you've learned to appreciate the benefits of having two moms. The committees are basically all women, so they eat that stuff up. Now, I gotta run. I'll msg you when I'm done." Before he could say anything, the phone disconnect beeped, and it set it down. A moment later, a message from her popped up, "xoxo all over"
All Kent could think was how easy that was. Erin was really going to do his college applications for him? He was starting to see why Justin had girls do his homework all the time. As he pulled out his books, he briefly considered pinging another girl to do it, but decided that would be pressing his luck. His moms would kill him if they found out.
IDEA: show a day in the life of Erin/Kris
female gender studies class (preparing them for sexually setting their hooks into a man)
show how Kris is an athlete (basketball? aerobics? lifting?)
show girls flirting with each other, and bragging about their dates with men
Back in Gender Studies, grounding lifted
Two days later, Kent was sitting in Gender Studies, but thinking about his date that night with Erin. She'd promptly finished his application essays, and with only a few touch-ups, he decided they could pass for his. He passed them off to his step-mom, who worked on his biological-mom, and finally got her to repeal her grounding in light of his progress. Kent didn't know whether to feel like a fraud or a shark for his scheme. That's when Ms. Ferris caught him staring off in space.
"Mister Wind, since you don't need to pay attention, I assume you read the chapters and can tell us all the stages of male sexual response?" Kent looked at her, startled, and embarassed.
"Uhm, Excitement, Erection, Climax, and" He had read all those words in his chapters, but he was pretty sure he was missing at least one stage, "falling action?" The whole class laughed.
"Kent," Ms Ferris squatted down and put her hands on his desk, both her and her gorgeous rack briefly getting his full attention, "I recommend you join us. You might learn something." She turned her attention back to the whole class, "the four stages are Arousal, Plateau, Orgasm, and Resolution. Who can tell me what the natural length of male Plateau is?"
Several members of the room raised their hands. Ms Ferris called on a skinny boy in the back whose name Kent had forgotten. "Four minutes."
"...and those studies are being generous," Ms. Ferris quipped, bringing some laughter. "We'll cover female sexual response next week, but for now you just need to know that not only is the average female Plateau six minutes, but women can have more than one orgasm, and the relationship dynamics we already covered mean men often have multiple partners. It seems if we left things up to nature, we'd have lots of unsatisfied women." The room laughed again.
"This," Ms. Ferris held up her hand, pinching something small between her fingers, "is Vasoprime, a leading brand of over-the-counter vasodilator, commonly known as 'V'. One pill allows a man to sustain an erection, even after ejaculation, for up to fifteen minutes, and it is safe to use up to four pills in a 48 hour period. This one little pill will allow you not only to keep up with, but surpass the sexual stamina of your female partners. However, it shouldn't be abused, and it's not your only tool.
"This, is another." She opened a box on her desk, and pulled out a smooth shiny metal object. "This is a dildo. They come in many shapes and sizes." As she spoke, she proceeded to pick up and hand out several extremely different versions and pass them around the class. "The style is a very personal preference, but nearly all women will have at least one. If you find yourself over-extended or exhausted, don't be reluctant to turn to one. Most women will appreciate having their man at the helm, so to speak." The class giggled, as they passed around the sexual toys. As they did so, Ms. Ferris consulted her lesson plans.
Justin, sitting behind Kent, whispered to him crassly, "I'd like to take her helm." The nearby boys who heard it laughed, while Kent turned beet red when Ms. Ferris looked in his direction. At that moment, the bell rung, and students started rising up out of their seats.
"Please see that the toys make it back into the box on my desk. Your girlfriend does not want something inside her that's handed by a hundred male students a semester. Tomorrow we'll cover the different types of stimulation that lead to male Orgasm." Just as Kent passed her, she looked up, "You, stay a moment after class." Kent felt his heart skip a beat, "no, not you Kent, you're buddy Justin there." Kent felt a sigh of relief, and continued until he was just outside, and turned to find Ms Ferris closing the door. He couldn't see a thing inside, as the small glass window was covered over, probably so passing students were not distracted by seeing sex toys handed around.
Inside the classroom, Justin had hopped up onto the teacher's desk, and was sporting a satisfied grin. Ms. Ferris was still a foot taller than him, and even her dark flowing dress seemed to highlight her every curve. "Please tell me I'm here for some kind of special assignment. After school perhaps?"
"Justin, I'm worried about you. You walk around puffing bravado like you own women. You probably have several girlfriends, and it makes you feel good that they jump whenever you call." She was damn right it did. He almost let out another sarcastic joke about it, but he couldn't think of one in time. "By all means, be promiscuous. We need men like you. If every man paired off exclusively, our gender imbalance would be even worse. However, for your own sake, be careful." Suddenly Justin felt confused. She wasn't trying to stop him, she was trying to protect him. He'd never seen Ms Ferris this way.
"Justin, you are not in control. It is so easy for a woman to pin you down and drug you. One dose of Rohypnol, and one of Vasoprime, and she can do anything she likes with you. It'll be too late when you wake up in the hospital, or worse, find yourself captive at a country home. Please, promise me you'll be careful. Later in the class we're going to cover precautions to stay safe, and it's men like you who need them the most. Understand?"
"I'm not a child, Ms. Ferris. I know all about the risks, and how to stay safe. My phone is on a buddy system; I never meet anyone without fact-checking their background; and I snap the license plate of every girl that ever picks me up, just in case. I'm just having a little fun, okay?"
"Alright. I'm glad to hear your being safe. When we get to that material, I'd be delighted if you would present to the class. Sometimes they take safety more seriously when they hear it from another man. Think about it. You can go now." It was the first time Justin felt like Ms Ferris wasn't a teacher, or a sex object, but just a person. He nodded, and hopped down off the desk, heading for the door.
"Ohh, and one more thing," Justin turned and found her sitting on the desk, leaning on her arm in a pose that was not very teacher-like, "I can hear everything you whisper about me in class. You really shouldn't tempt your teachers. If someone did indulge a student, they might lose their job, or even face jail-time. However, if you should ever find yourself *not* a student, our numbers are in the teacher directory."
Outside, Kent was still waiting for him. "What was that all about?" They both started walking their normal route down the hall.
"Ohh nothing. She just totally wants me. My graduation day is going to be celebrated in a sandwich with Ms. Ferris and her girlfriend."
"What?" Kent was used to Justin saying outlandish things. However, he was also used to them coming true. Justin didn't say anything back this time. he just smiled, which made Kent even more concerned he wasn't kidding.
Kent's date with Erin
After school, Kent was practically watching the clock tick waiting for his phone to buzz. He was used to Justin arranging them double dates. Having girls pick him up alone was a new thing.
At 4pm the message from Erin came, "there in 15." He suddenly felt flustered. He rushed to his nightstand, and rifled through to where he hid his stash of condoms. They seemed like a relic from another era, both because STD rates had fallen proportionally with the male population, and because mothers were judged the sole party responsible for their children. However, his mothers insist he at least carry them. He had no idea how many to take, so he stuffed three into his front pocket. Then he reached for the small bottle of Vasoprime, also not sure how many to take. He could take four in a 48 hour period, so he counted them out and put those in the same front pocket.
Having the important supplies, he rushed downstairs. "I'm going out, mom," he called through the house, not sure where she was.
"Alright dear, be safe. Are you going with Justin?" He could hear his step-mom calling out from her craft room, and headed to her.
"Nope. I'm going on a date with Erin and Kris. You met them back in October." He wasn't sure if she'd remember.
"Ohh, my. That girl with the gorgeous curly brown hair, and her perky blonde friend? I'm almost jealous. You three have fun, and be safe." Kent always found it strange that his mothers were attracted to his dates, but it wasn't at all unusual. At least she remembered them and didn't give him any trouble.
"I will, mom. I sent you her Erin's number, her mom's number, and her home address. I'll probably be home late, don't wait up." With that he headed for the front door to get dressed for the cold outside.
His step-mom called behind him, "Kurt, you're our baby, we'll certainly be waiting up, but you enjoy yourself!"
Kent figured they would be here any minute, so he grabbed his boots out of the front closet, slipping into them and his warm winter jacket. After he finished, he was so warm standing inside with his jacket on that he felt silly, but in just a minute the doorbell rang and he rushed to the door.
He wasn't sure how it was possible to look sexy bundled up in a winter coat, (pic) but Erin had somehow done it. Her gorgeous hair fell over a white wool trench; her legs were covered with knee-high black lace up boots more than half as tall as he was; and her skirt was short enough a few inches of her thigh was showing and exposed to the cold. "Whoa, you look amazing."
"Excellent, that's exactly the look I was going for." She carefully crouched down, slipped her knees to the side, and reached out for a welcome hug. When they let go, Erin looked past him through the door, not sure if she was coming in. "Do I need to be interrogated by your parents again?"
Kent laughed, "no, my step-mom remembers you."
"In that case," she stood, offered her hand, and led him down the snowy walk towards her car. Something about shuffling his feet quickly, as legs longer than him strided next to him, felt really exciting. Different than a double-date with Justin. Erin was here just because of him. She opened the car-door, and he hopped in.
After buckling his seatbelt, he turned quizzically to the back-seat, and realized he was alone. He had expected Kris to be there. Though he quickly realized he'd never brought it up when he accepted the date. A moment later Erin entered the driver side and situated herself. Kent didn't want to be rude, but being on a date completely alone with Erin somehow seemed even more intimidating. "Is Kris coming?"
"Awkward start to a date to ask about the other girl, don't you think?" Erin sneered at him, but couldn't completely hide her smile, so he knew something was up. She finally couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm totally kidding. She totally wants to see you, and she'd kill me if I didn't let her, but I thought we could spend some time alone together first. She's going to join us later. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's good. What are we going to do?" Some part of him wanted to tear her coat off and dive into the backseat right then. She started up the car, and pulled away from the curb.
"Well, since it's so cold out, my parents suggested I bring you back to my room. They're headed out for the evening to give us some privacy, and Kris is going to come over and cook dinner." She reached a hand over, wrapping it around most of his thigh. "And I can't wait to get my hands on you. Or should I say my lips?" She had such a saucy confident lilt to her voice, that Kent half expected her to grab for his crotch right then, but she didn't. Instead she just quietly continued driving, her hand resting on his thigh most of the trip.
The anticipation built as he walked-up the front steps to her house, following her gorgeous bare thighs as they bobbed above his eyeline. The door opened to a rush of warm air, and by the time he had his coat off he was taken by two surprises. Underneath her coat she was wearing a sexy green sleeveless blouse and mini-skirt that seemed more appropriate to summer weather than winter, and her mothers both quickly greeted them in the doorway. "Hey you two! We're just on our way out."
While Erin thrashed her boots against the welcome mat, one of her mothers focused in on him. He had never met them, but he knew it was her b-mother, because they had the same hair. "Kent, it's so nice to meet you." She squatted down to his level, an unusual accommodation, given she was his elder, and opened her arms. He responded, gently hugging her. "I just want to say how happy I am that you're spending time with our daughter. We feel really blessed that she's drawn the interest of a man at such a young age. I hope we see more of you."
"Please mom," Erin chided her impatiently. "You're embarrassing me." Erin had finished cleaning her boots, and standing by the stairs she looked like a model, not an eighteen year old high school girl.
"Ohh I'm sorry." Her b-mom blushed, as her other mother grabbed her shoulder, and let them out the front door.
As soon as the door closed, Erin spoke up, "I'm sorry about them. They were so excited about my date they offered to rent us a hotel room for the evening. I thought that would be weird."
"Yeah, this is better," Kent chuckled, not sure what he was getting into. Erin politely held out her hand, coaxed him up the stairs in front of her, then through door on the right. Her bedroom wasn't entirely different than his sisters, only much cleaner, and green instead of pink. A big mirror was on one wall, a queen size bed on the other, and various crafts, beads, and girl things hung about.
Erin wasted no time in leading him over to the foot of her bed, hoisting him up to stand on it. For once he was looking down at her. She wrapped her arms around his body, and he grasped them as she coaxed them close. "I'm so glad you called me." There was a very sexy lilt to her voice.
"Are you?" She nodded her head, biting her bottom lip suggestively before leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met gently, tongues barely touching, as her hands worked their way onto his shoulders, pulling him in. Their bodies pressed together, her breasts pushing into his tummy while his crotch pressed into hers. For a moment their tongues tangled further, before she broke away, still holding him.
"I figure there are two ways this evening can go. We can spend the next few hours kissing , and teasing, and talking, finally breaking down as we're running out of time." She leaned in, giving him a quick but sensuous kiss. "Or, I can strip you down right now, and spend the entire time learning to please you, like I promised."
Kent smiled, half excited, half intimidated by her forwardness. He responded with humor, "I don't know Erin. That is a *really* tough choice, but I think I'll have to maybe, narrowly go with option B." He decided to help start the process, pulling at a drawstring tied across the neckline. Once it was undone, her top fell open, offering a gorgeous view of her black lace demi-bra. Erin's figure was more subtle than Kris', but every bit as beautiful.
Erin, for her part, was already pulling his shirt out of his waist. Once she had it over his head, she started unbuttoning his pants. She stared him right in the eye the whole time, as if looking away might give him a chance to escape. Once she had his jeans down to his ankles, she set a hand on his bare tummy and gently shoved him over onto his seat.
While lying on the bed, Kent admired her wonderful curls as they framed her partial undress. She pulled his pants free of his feet, leaving him naked except for his socks, then gently pulled her top free. She pressed her skirt off her hips, causing it to quickly fall to the floor, leaving her in only underwear. "You are really gorgeous, Erin."
"I'm glad you think so, because I haven't been able to get you out of my head since that evening in October." She gently, slowly, crawled up over him, moving like a cat. "The whole time all I could think about was how I could get you to see me again." She knelt, not putting pressure on him, just straddling his thighs. Then she looked down, her entire attention focused on his cock as she took it in her hands. They were still cold, and he felt a little shiver run through him. "As I've studied the penis, I've become quite fascinated by it. The way it moves and responds to touch is so unique." She held him in one hand, gently brushing the head with the other.
"The last time it all happened so fast, and I think I was a bit clumsy. This time I'm prepared." She continued gently stroking him, and he felt his erection getting fuller and fuller by the second. She finally looked up into his eyes , "I think it's better when we take it slow, what do you think?"
"Yes... Yes... Slow is good." Kent nodded, enjoying the gentle sensations of her fingers running over him. He was used to making out with girls in the back of a car. Lying there, with Erin kneeling over him in her black bra and panties, was the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced. Her eyes drifted back down to her work, and he felt her fingers shift. Each motion felt unique, different, unhurried. A far cry from girls yanking him off in the back seat of a car. She dragged across him in a way that sent a flurry of signals through his nerves, and he involuntarily arched, "ahhh, what's th-that?"
His response provoked her interest. "This?" She repeated the movement. "That's the corona." She rubbed sideways around it with the pads of her finger, enjoying the way he reacted to her subtle movements. "It's where the glans attaches to the shaft. Because of how sensitive it is, it's the focus of many tantric techniques."
"Tan-tric? Wha-ahhh-ahh." She rubbed around the area again, briefly interrupting his speech. "What's that?"
"The purpose of tantric sex is to bring you very close to orgasm several times without climax. It's what I'm doing right now, though I don't think we're close yet. I think you might like a little of this," she gripped the head, gently twisting it in her fingers several times. She knew he liked it from the way he panted and let his mouth fall open, so she twisted several more times, watching his tension build.
"More, more," he softly called out, but just as he did, she stopped the motion. Switching to something calming.
"Patience, Kent. We'll get there. Tell me, do you like this?" She dragged the hard tips of her fingernails across the head. She had read that some like it, while others don't. He didn't answer, so she did it again.
"Ohh, Owww. It's nice, but it kind of hurts." She quickly released, repeating the same motion with much less pressure, barely brushing her nails against him this time. "Ahh, that's better. That's nice."
"But you seem to like this better," she gently gripped the corona, and very slowly twisted. He closed his eyes, and seemed to lose himself in the sensation. Not only did she love watching him react, but she could feel his entire penis throbbing at her touch. She found something about it so much more visceral and tangible than exciting a woman, even though she was infinitely better at the latter.
"And what about this?" She grabbed him firmly with one hand, and then dragged her palm against the head with the other. "Is that more or less pleasurable, or about the same." She repeated the motion, drawing her palm against him. "I need to know, because I can't ask you once I have you in my mouth." Even before he answered, she could feel his back arching and muscles tensing, and she knew he liked it.
"Ohh my. Ohh, it's really good... About the......same." She made a point to repeat the motion several more times, so he could further enjoy it. Then she gripped him firmly, and kept still.
"How are we doing so far? I want to get you close without setting you off. Are you going to be able to help? Warn me to stop?"
"Maybe," it was a strange kind of pleasured agony, having her stop and hold him erect like that. "I'm not actually sure. It feels really good."
"Well, that's something. Better than in October?" Kent felt his smile and nod was a severe understatement. "Good. Let's see if you can handle a little more." With that, she brushed and lightly stroked him a few times, before repeatedly pinching and squeezing the corona between her fingers. She kept the motion up longer this time, watching his tension build, listening to him breathe. From all she had read, she knew that speed was the gas, and slow was the brake. So when he seemed to be handling it, she lightened the pressure and sped up her movements.
"Ah... Ah...." It didn't take long before Kent was panting, trapped between wanting more, and worrying he was getting to close. Instead of a sudden climax, he found the pressure slowly building, making him want more. Then he felt like it was going to break free. "Ahhh... you better.... stop..."
Erin thought she could push him a little further, so she kept up the motions, when she felt a throb, and a little spurt of fluid came out. She immediately stopped, grabbing him firmly. "Oops, I think I went a little too far."
"No," he panted, her firm grip just barely holding his climax at bay. "That was just in time." He breathed out heavily. "What now?"
"We let you calm down," she gently let him out of her hands, gently brushing over him a couple times, while considering how she wanted to handle what came next. She climbed off the bottom of the bed, knelt on the floor, and grabbing both of his ankles, dragged him down the bed. With a little adjustment, she had him right where she wanted him. She leaned down, and dragged her tongue slowly against him, surprised when his cock briefly spasmed, causing her to back away and laugh. "Someone's ready for part two."
She took him in her hand, and then ever so gently slipped her lips around him. Having just had him so close, she was worried about setting him off, so she just gently brushed her tongue against him a few times, then stopped. A few times, then stopped. "Ohh Erin, that's so nice." Unlike her awkward attempt in October, this time she knew where he was sensitive, and how to provoke him. She pressed and dragged her tongue firmly against the head. Then she did it again. "haaaa, " she heard him exhale and felt his whole body tense, so she stopped short, carefully slipping him out of her mouth, looking him in the eye.
"I'm having so much fun. Are you having fun, Kent?" As he nodded his head, she looked over at the clock, "and it's only 5:30. Kris will be over any minute, but I have you all to myself until 6:30. "Ready for a little more?" It was a rhetorical question, as she sank her lips down around him, gently drawing him in and out a few times, before settling to tease the corona with the rough side of her tongue. She twisted her head, but couldn't quite get the angle she wanted on him, so she gently pulled away. "I want to move you a little." She stood, grabbed his shin in one hand and his arm in another and gently turned him to lay sideways at the foot of the bed.
As she settled back onto her knees, she felt there was something sexy about being able to move him around so easily, to just put him where she wanted him. She braced her right arm over his chest and approached his cock from the top, taking it in her mouth. Shen she rubbed her tongue against the sensitive flat part of the glans. She felt him immediately grip and squeeze her right shoulder. She did it again, enjoying how easily she could provoke him more than she was worrying about setting him off. She felt his little fingers digging into his skin, and decided she better not risk a third salvo. Instead she extracted him from her mouth, and slowly licked the entire length from the base to the tip.
A knock came from the doorway, and they both looked over to see Kris standing in it, wearing jeans and a tight black tank top. Kent was excited by her arrival, as Justin had completely monopolized her on their double date. He had a habit of claiming the girl with more up top for himself. "I'm going to start cooking dinner, and I just wanted to briefly see how the project is going. Mind if I come have a taste?" She suggestively pulled one of her halter straps past her shoulder.
"No, no," Erin held up her hand, "we're in the middle of some very sensitive experimentation here. You'll get your turn later." Kent was confused, as some part of him wanted to do anything Erin asked, and the other part of him wanted either one of these girls to quickly ride him to release. He decided to just hold his tongue.
"Fine. I'll be downstairs," she made a mock pouty face, "Dinner in fourty-five." Then she turned, and left the doorway.
Erin looked back at Kent, took him in hand, and was just about to put him back in her mouth, when his phone started ringing from the clump of his pants. "Ohh, that's my buddy check. I have to answer it, or Justin will think you kidnapped me."
Erin rolled her eyes before reaching over towards his pants, extracting his phone, and slipping it onto his chest. Kent immediately answered it, "hey Justin. I'm great."
"Are you chin deep in gorgeous tits yet?" Kent was slightly embarassed, realizing it was probably loud enough Erin could hear him.
"Not exactly, but, ahhh," unexpectedly, Erin hadn't waited and already him back in her mouth, twisting her tongue firmly around him. "Trust-t me, this is b-better. Gotta go." Kent clicked off the phone, and tossed it aside, as he lost himself in another wave of sensations.
Erin alternated lapping, and thrusting her lips over him, then broke him free, worried she was going to set him off. She gently ran her fingers over the slippery head. "How you holdin up, little stud? You need a break, or can I keep going?"
"N-no, b-break," Her fingers were still slipping over him, breaking his train of thought. "I don't need a b-break."
"You sure?" She wrapped her fingers around the head, and began twisting, this time his wet slippery skin sliding easily between her fingers.
"Uhh, uhh, ohh my," Kent firmly exhaled, then whimpered slightly, at the torturous pleasure she was treating him to. His muscles tensed, his back arched, and just as he felt he was going over the edge, she slowed, dragging her fingers gently down his length. "Awwww," he whimpered in disappointment.
"Aww, does my little guy want something?" She gave him one brief slippery twist, making his breath stop. "Or maybe this is what you want?" She leaned down, slipping him between her lips, doing her best to run her tongue around the corona, before gently sucking down on him, "Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm." When she felt he'd calmed enough, she twisted her entire head, firmly rubbing her lips and tongue around him just once.
"Ohh my God, Erin." Kent sunk his fingers into her shoulders, trying to hold on, not sure if he wanted to stop her or not. A moment later she let him free, looking down at him from above.
"I kinda want to keep going, but I feel like I'm torturing you." Her fingers gently slipped over him, keeping him primed. "Are you sure this is okay? We can finish if you want."
"It's ama-zing...Don't stop." Some part of him did want release, but most of him wanted her to just keep going. Forever.
"I guess it's good torture then?" She gave him a thrust, then pressed her slippery palm against the head, slowly but rhythmically. After being at this for almost an hour, she was getting a sense of how close he was getting from the sound of his breath and how much he tensed. She felt like she had a little room, so she moved her fingers more gently but quicker.
Within a few seconds Kent felt his back tensing, "Awww, more please, more." He was held there for several seconds, tension building as he squirmed, before she brought her lips back to him. She was gentle at first, then she rubbed her tongue against him in several firm strokes. "Ohh, yes," he encouraged, and she did it a few more times. His muscles tensed, and she drew him in and out of her mouth, before briefly pausing to suck down on him.
He bucked his hips a little, trying to force himself further into her, but she pressed down, holding him firmly to the bed. She continued twisting and teasing him between her lips. He whimpered with her movements once, then again. He put his hands onto her back, pressing the tension into her. Despite his prodding, she gently slowed her motions.
Erin had never felt this kind of control over a partner before. Not only bringing him to the brink, but holding him there, stopping his movement. She briefly worried it would ruin her, make her only want men, but she knew she liked Kris too much for that to happen. She listened for his wimpers, and each time they died down, she curled her tongue up against the corona, dragging it against the head. It seemed to be the best way to torture him without setting him off, so she kept doing it, wondering how long he could hold out. After a few minutes, she had him continually whimpering. Then he started begging.
"Ohh Erin, please," he dug his fingers into her shoulders, wanting her to finish him, feeling some of the pleasure start to transition into an aching throbbing pain. "Please, more." But instead of giving him more, she just calmly kept switching her motions. Sometimes a gentle thrust, sometimes a twist of her tongue, sometimes a firm pause. It was making him achingly crazy for her. "Ohh Erin, it hurts, please," but even when he begged, she didn't relent. She just continued dancing him to the edge and holding him there.
For Erin it was such a rush, listening to him beg. Everything she'd read sad not to give in. Everything she'd read said this is when it was most enjoyable. She wanted to take him out and use her fingers, but she was worried he was too close now. She wanted to feel him cum in her mouth. So she held him there, wondering just how long it would take, enjoying the feeling of holding him at the brink. Then she had a random urge. She thrust over him firmly once, then twice. Something about it felt so right, knowing she could make him cum, knowing she could give him what he wanted. She continued thrusting over him, feeling his tension build quickly with each motion.
"Ohh yes, Erin," Kent didn't know what changed, but he certainly felt it. One moment she was holding him at the brink, the next she was bobbing her head onto him, pushing him ever more quickly to the edge. It didn't take much, six, maybe seven strokes, before he felt it become inevitable. His muscles clenched, trying to hold out even longer, but there was way he could stop it. "Yes! Yes! Uhhhhh!" He felt himself finally unload, all the tension of pleasure and pain built up in him, washing over him like a wave as it went out to shore. Even after it happened, he felt himself throbbing slightly, as Erin held him in her mouth.
Even though she was ready for it, even though she'd known what to expect, it still took her by surprise when he felt the warm liquid shooting down her throat. It took all her resolve not to spit out the foreign taste, to abruptly end it. But that's not what she wanted. She wanted to experience it all. She hoped Kent would want to see her again, but how could she know. If not, she didn't know when her next opportunity with a man might be. So she forced herself to go to the end, holding him there, swallowing it all down. When she finally let him out of her mouth, she realized he was panting, and she was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, I'd say that was a successful practice session." She laid her head down on his chest, and enjoyed the way he brushed his hands through her hair.
Dinner with Erin/Kris
By the time Erin and Kent were over the bliss, cleaned up, put their clothes back on, and made it downstairs, the table was set and dinner was already served. Kris had made steak, with roasted potatoes and asparagus. The substantially smaller portion made it obvious where Kent was supposed to sit. Erin commented first, "wow, this looks fantastic."
"Yes, it looks amazing," Kent followed. Kris arrived from the kitchen, carrying warm bread and butter, and placed them on the table, before she and Erin embraced to briefly kiss. Suddenly, Kent felt his pulse increase. It's not that Erin wasn't beautiful, they both were. Kris' body just seemed to have perfect curves in all the right places. Particularly the gentle curves showing out the neckline of her tank top. Kent had to force himself to look away before the girls caught him staring.
"Good, I hope you like it. But before we eat, you sir, owe me a proper hug," Kris squatted down and he slipped his arms around her neck for a hug. Then, before he realized what she was doing, she stood up, lifting him off the ground. He instinctively clutched tighter, feeling doubly awkward, both because he didn't see it coming, and because he could feel the amazing breasts he'd admired just moments before smashing firmly into his mid-section. She squeezed him. "Erin isn't the only one excited for tonight. I hope you have some energy left for me."
"Well, I hear he wants to be chin deep in your tits, isn't that right, Kent?" Erin twisting Justin's language into his words felt a little dirty, but he couldn't exactly deny it. Instead he just blushed.
"That, my little man, can be arranged. But first lets get you fed." She promptly crouched, slipping him back down to the ground. Kent may have been half her height, but he was still surprised she could handle him so easily. She pulled his chair out from the table, letting him sit. As she pushed him in, he found the table awkwardly high, but he didn't want to embarrass himself by asking for a booster.
After Kris sat, she handed Erin the bread. "You two were at it for a half hour since I got here, how many times did you get him off?"
Erin held up a single finger, "just once," she paused, showing a funny grin, "in an hour and a half."
"What!?" Kris responded, somewhat alarmed. "Are you kidding me?" She turned to Kent. "Ohh, I'm so sorry honey. That can't have been entirely pleasant for you."
"Actually," he looked over at Erin, "it was pretty amazing." He sliced down into his steak, taking a bite, hoping that was all he'd say about that.
"Well," Kris turned to Erin, surprised, "good for you then, girl." She immediately shifted her attention back to Kent, "Erin tells me you're applying to college? Georgia Tech and Cornell?" Erin cut an asparagus in half and forked it into her mouth.
"Yes, and maybe Berkeley. Erin says I should apply to ASU, but I don't think my parents would be super happy with that." Kent took another bite of his steak.
"Erin, don't send him to ASU. Then we have to compete with all the totally hot girls there!" Kris's funny voice inflection let on that she wasn't being very serious. Besides, he doubted many at ASU would be hotter than these two.
"Where are you two girls applying?" Kent looked at Erin, who looked at Kris, who looked back at Erin.
"Georgia Tech and Cornell," they both responded in unison, before busting up laughing. Erin answered more seriously for them both, "we'd both like to end up in a warm climate. UCLA, maybe UCSD." Then she used a silly voice to followup, "though maybe we should be considering Georgia Tech as a fallback school," inciting more giggles.
Kent looked down and realized he was more than halfway through his steak. He must have been really hungry. He decided he better slow down. "Kris, have you heard from Justin since October?"
"Justin who?" She jested. "Does that guy call anybody back? It seems like he's out with different girls every week. Besides, we don't want him, we want you." She reached over, briefly touching his wrist. "How's dinner?"
"Excellent, thank you." Kent took another bite at her suggestion, and realized he was going to finish long before Erin. Though in his defense, his portion was appropriately a bit smaller, and she was hardly eating. "What do you think you're going to major in?" He asked Kris.
"My parents want me to be a lawyer, which might be okay, Whatever I do, I want to be on the west coast and make lots of money. Erin just wants to help people, but me, I want to drive a fancy car, live in a fancy house. I don't expect it to be easy either, I plan to work my tail off."
"I keep telling her she should model," Erin added, as Kris dug into her dinner. She looked over at her girlfriend, "with as much time as you spend in the gym, you're certainly fit enough for it."
"Do you know how many struggling models there are? Only a few ever make it big, the rest just burn out. No, I want a sure thing, like real estate. I'm going to focus on a solid career, then start investing. So many self-made millionaires do it through real-estate. Then, when I'm filthy rich, Erin and I can lay out by the pool in our bikinis, while you rub us down with suntan oil, and my cute pool-girl brings us fancy drinks with little umbrellas."
"Quite the plan there, and here I thought this was just a first date." Erin laughed, but Kris just smiled a saucy smile at him. He ate the last bite of his steak, trying to hide from it.
"A girl has to have dreams. What are you going to do with your life, Kent? Are you going to settle down, or be a playboy?" She forked a healthy piece of her steak, and Kent realized she was almost finished as well.
"My mothers really want me to have a career, but it seems like such an uphill battle. Most men don't even drive, let alone work."
"Work? Why would you, when there are so many women who would kill to have a man to take care of? Just the other day Erin and I were..." Kris stopped suddenly as Erin gave her a stern glance. "What? He can't accept if you don't even offer." Kris' attention turned back to Kent, "Erin and I would like you to know we'd love you to take you to college. You could live with us, audit classes, enjoy the parties, and without the homework and studying you'd have to do for a degree you don't even need." When Kris finished, Erin looked like she was bothered.
"I'm sorry Kent, I didn't mean for her to spring this on you so soon. You've only just spent a little time with us. I was hoping we'd have another date or two, and then..."
"It's alright, I'm flattered." Kent was used to being propositioned, all men his age were. "It's a very attractive proposal. Though my mothers would probably kill me, and well, then I'd be dead." They all snickered at his dry humor, and the smiles on their faces suggested they saw a glimmer of possibility in his response.
"Would you like some more?" Without waiting, Erin cut a hunk of her steak and shifted it onto Kent's plate. "I don't normally eat red meat, but Kris insisted you'd like it. Looks like she was right." Erin smiled at her girlfriend, and the two shared a moment.
While Kris finished off her steak, Kent cut into his extra portion, feeling obligated to eat some. He was full, and ended up just playing with it. Erin had finished her vegetables, and was just turning around the rest of her meat, unwilling to take another bite. They all looked at each other in succession, before Erin spoke up, "looks like we're done. I can clean up down here, why don't you two go spend a little time together."
Kris' smile brightened at the suggestion. She stood and helped Kent by moving his chair away from the table. "After you," she offered politely, as she gestured towards the foyer. As soon as he passed her, Kris put her hands on his shoulders, following him closely as she steered him towards the stairs.
Kris and Kent alone
Kent felt self-conscious now that Kris' attention was entirely on him. He held the railing, landing both of his feet on each step before tackling the next one. His slow pace meant she was right behind him, so close her breath was audible. He briefly turned, his eyes darting to her alluring cleavage before he turned back. Only four steps up, Kent was surprised when he felt her reach around his chest. "Here, let me help you." Mid-stride she hoisted him off the ground, caught his legs, and picked up her pace. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, he was looking up at her from a cradle carry. "I meant what I said earlier. I'm really glad you're here."
Kent found himself at a loss for words. Partly because of the way her breasts were crushed into his side, and partly because he was intimidated with how she was handling him. As they reached Erin's bedroom, she easily maneuvered him through the doorway, careful not to hit his head. He responded in surprise, "you're really strong." The words had slipped out before he realized he was speaking.
"I don't know about that," she replied, "
Topics:
first solo date for both of them
does he like being taken care of? what does he want in a g/f?
Kris shows off her fitness/figure, proud of it
'does he have any V'? still recuperating from earlier?
who is Kris? (sporty? fitness?
We see Kent's 18th birthday, and the right of passage of him receiving the cash for his sperm.
We see the three boys escape their guardians to have fun with some young local girls.
His close friends (Justin, Xavier) orchestrate a summer trip to the "outrageous" Austin-TX college party scene. (his mom convinces him to let his sister escort them?)
Once there, they find endless bikini laden college girls ready to party. (F/M ratio 100:1)
After some flirting and kissing, they are approached by three 'model hot' girls (Elena, Nina, Daniela), who invite them to a house party on the lake.
The party is a funny combo of mixer and make-out session, where ~80 outrageously hot girls meet/mix each other while trying to entice one of eight 3-4' tall male attendees.
Daniela (pic pic pic) eventually 'borrows' Xavier, taking him to be seduced by her and the owner of the house, Kelly (pic pic pic), a hot busty 32y/o music producer, Daniella's Girlfriend.