Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2003 16:30:54 EDT
From: NOVeLNAC@aol.com
Subject: Southern Nights part 2

Hey guys, here's part two.  As always, send me an e-mail to let me know
what you think.


Aside from the little incident with Stan, my freshman year of high school
was boring.  I was introverted and cared little about anything around me
but my friends and even then sometimes that was questionable.  Classes went
by smoothly, Heather and I talked more and more.  I'd spend the night at
Stan's, and Stan would spend the night at my house.  Every so often, things
would happen.  More often than not, actually.  Summer came and went with
more of the same hot days and humid nights.  The year came and went rather
uneventfully.


	Sophomore year was more of the same until around December.  Stan
had finally made it to high school, fate had blessed me once again, putting
Heather and I in classes in both the first half of the year and the last
half and we'd become very good friends, and the sport of hockey peaked my
interest as a Mario Lemieux announced his comeback.  On top of that,
rumblings and grumblings around school was that they were starting a hockey
team.  It's neither here nor there in relation to this story, but I started
playing then.

	On New Year's Eve eve (December 30th, for those who aren't sure) I
was over at Stan's house and we were having our usual fun.  He had popped
in a porn tape, which we were watching while lying naked on his bed.  We'd
take turns giving each slow hand jobs, getting ourselves close to orgasm
before stopping so we could keep our interest in the video.  He then
received a phone call.  "That was Stephanie," he told me after hanging up.
"She's on her way over."  Slightly disappointed, and left with a major case
of blue balls, I sighed, "Damn it... okay..."  They tended to be pretty
boring with each other.  Not only that, but that meant I had to get dressed
(I've always been very comfortable naked).

	I got off the bed and reached for my boxers when he stopped me.  "I
told Stephanie about how we mess around..."  I got worried for a second.
I'd known Stephanie for several years.  We'd done plays together at the
local playhouse and I'd always had a thing for her.  Why I never asked her
out, in hindsight, I don't know.  As of writing this, I know it wont
happen.  She started fucking a 30-something year old and they're going to
get married, but I digress.

	"She thinks it's sexy.  She wants to join us."  I'm sure my mouth
was very much agape.  I was shocked and, quite frankly, very excited.
"Close your mouth, Evan.  You're drooling."  I shook my head, bringing me
back.  "Sorry I... well... you know..."  He shrugged softly.  "I'll be
back, I gotta piss."  With that, I got up, dressed, and went out into the
hallway, shutting the door behind me.  That's where I ran into Kayla,
Stan's older sister.

	Kayla was the very specimen of womanly sexiness in my eye.  She's
stood around 5'6", with long black hair.  She had a very unique face, and I
mean that in a great way, with chocolate brown eyes that seemed to be stuck
on "lusty stare" permanently.  Slipping down her body brought you to an
amazing pair of breasts.  I cant tell you the size, I'm not too aware of
the sizing chart (if you will) but I can fairly list them as "more than
ample".  Slipping down her curvy Italian body, past her tight stomach, was
one of the tightest, best asses I'd ever seen.  Better than Heather's, as
it were.  Slowly we travel down her long, lean legs and, once again to my
guilty pleasure, her perfect little toes.  How many nights I'd dreamed of
having my way with her.  I can't tell you just how many.

	"Hey Evan," she said, "What's up?"  I paused a moment to gather my
thoughts.  Still to do this day, for what ever reason, I'm tongue tied
around her.  "Eh, nothing.  Just heading to the bathroom.  I... really have
to go.  Sorry I can't chat."  She offered a quick chuckle, "I was just
about to get in the shower.  You can go first."  I suppressed a smirk and a
comment that I, now, would make in a second about sharing it, it's not a
big deal, but the me then, I didn't have it in me.

I ran in, did my business and came out to find Kayla in nothing but a
towel.  "Uhh..." I stammered, "it... it's, um... it's all yours..."  She
offered another quick smile and a chuckle.  "Thanks Evan... you're a sweet
heart."  With that she slinked in the door, leaving it open just a crack.
My oh my, how does the song go?  I wish that I'd known what I know now when
I was younger?  The signs were there, especially as she turned on the water
and stripped off the robe first giving me a view of those beautiful
breasts, dark pink nipples hard, and that smooth crotch.  I couldn't move,
I was frozen.  My pants were tight as hell already, and this wasn't
helping.  She bent over to test the water and I nearly lost it, as her
sweet, curvy ass and her sweet peach lips came into view.  My heart skipped
beats, my eyes refused to blink, the image was burned into my mind forever.

As I slowly stepped away from the door and back to Stan's room, hardly
anxious to leave, there was a knock at the front door.  Stan came out
behind me and said, "Get in there and undress... if you want things to
happen, that's how."  I'm sure my "deer in the headlights" look remained as
I nodded and made my way back to the room.  Once inside I looked around,
gathering my thoughts.  I sighed and said, "Well... now or never..." and
slipped off my shirt, shorts, and boxers.

It had been a year plus since our last incident worth noting, and I felt it
worth noting that my now throbbing member had gotten bigger.  Now around
five and a half inches and about two thick, it was rock solid.  I took
position at Stan's computer, my back to the door in the chair.  Slowly, I
stroked myself until the door clicked open.

I glanced over my shoulder as Stan entered, followed by Stephanie.  "Hey
Steph!"  I said with a wave.  "Hey Evan." She smiled as she pulled Stan
into a hug and kiss.  "Let's get this started." Stan said.  I smiled and
spun around in the chair.  Steph shot me a shocked smile, and it broadened
as she slipped down to my throbbing member, making her smile brighter.
Stan began taking off his shirt, as did Stephanie.

Stephanie wasn't what you'd call beautiful.  She had a decent enough face,
but her body... wow.  She was 5'3" with dark red hair, large, supple
breasts, smooth, fine ass, curvy as a winding road.  On top of that, she
always wore low cut shirts, which she quickly slipped off.  Thank God, she
wasn't wearing a bra.  Her breasts quickly bounced out of that tight top,
which found itself tossed into the corner.  Her nipples were quickly hard,
an auburn color that I hadn't seen before.  Stan, being the smart man he
is, quickly went to sucking them.  I began to stroke myself, unable to help
it.

Steph moaned and looked over at me with a smile.  She pushed Stan away and
slipped off her pants and panties, bending over to slip them off, almost
teasing me with that body.  She kissed Stan and whispered, "Go make me a
sandwich, babe... I'm hungry."  Stan smiled, putting on his shirt.  "No
problem hun."  As he left the room, he gave her a quick spank.

She slinked over to me slowly with a sly, sexy grin on her face.  "So this
is what you do over here, hmm?"  She smiled as she sat on my lap, my
throbbing member rubbing against that small strip of red pubic hair she had
left when tidying up.  I nodded and whispered, "Yeah... it's all in good
fun... what's the harm?"  Before I realized what was going on, she had
wrapped some slender fingers around me and slowly began to stroke.  My eyes
closed as I whimpered a soft, "Oh God..."

She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You know... I have one guilty
pleasure in life..."  My hands slowly worked up, groping her breasts when I
whispered, "What's that, Steph?"  She gave my cheek a soft lick and
continued, "I love it when guys cum on my tits... will you cum on my tits?"
I nodded quickly as she continued to stroke me, my hips thrusting into her
hand.  "But you'll have to wait, dear... I want both you and Stan to cum on
me... the more the merrier..."  She gave me a lusty kiss on the lips (my
first kiss as it were) and slipped away, her hand leaving my member.

My eyes remained closed as I slowly relaxed from her grip.  Then I was
shocked to feel those sweet lips of hers wrap around my head.  Her tongue
rolled around it slowly as she began to bob up on and down my cock.  I
gasped as she worked my cock in her mouth, rolling and bobbing around with
ease, her hand working my sack and balls with great skill.  She knew what
she was doing, and damned if she wasn't good.

My hands found her head as I ran them through her hair, her mouth working
at me, my breathing heavier and louder as she brought me closer and closer
with each passing second, my cock sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth.
She sucked faster and harder, my face contorted and I whimpered,
"Oh... fuck..." as I shot load after load of my warm cum into her mouth,
which she happily swallowed.  She didn't quit until I went dry and limp,
fairly exhausted.

  I sighed and slowly got up as she lie on the bed.  "Do you want in me,
Evan?"  I looked at her for a second, digesting what she had said.
Finally, I nodded.  She smiled that sexy smile as she opened her legs.

I slowly crawled on top of her and began to kiss her, our tongues meeting
in their kisses.  My hands drifted slowly down her, groping at her luscious
breasts, pinching at her nipples.  I broke from her lips and greedily went
to her nipple, suckling and nibbling, enjoying the taste of her sweet
flesh.  I could not get enough.  One hand went to her ass while the other
spread those sweet lips, pushing two fingers inside of those tight, slick
walls.  For the first time, part of me was inside a woman's most private
area.  I continued to tug at the nipple as my fingers worked at her slick
walls.

She moaned but yet, pulled my fingers away.  "No... not like that..." she
took my cock in her hand, stroked it as it grew hard and put it at her
opening.  I slowly began to push in when Stan opened the door.
"Uh-uh... that's all mine, Evan."  He smiled as I slowly got up.  I sighed
and shrugged.  As I looked over, Stan was naked.  That familiar body of his
stood in front of me.  "I'm going in!" he said with a smile as he crawled
on top of Steph and quickly pushed into her.

She let out a gasp and closed her eyes, letting out a slow, "mmmm" as Stan
began to ride her, slowly at first, but quicker and quicker.  When her eyes
opened, glazed over with pleasure, she gestured me over.  Her hand wrapped
around my cock and stroked me like a pro as Stan continued to push into
her.  Her grip tightened as he thrust harder, and her head threw back.  Her
face changed to that look of pleasure as she moaned his name loudly.  He
kept thrusting, though, and she kept stroking.

Finally, he pulled out of her.  Her other hand went to his cock and stroked
him quickly, as quickly as she stroked me.  My breathing was heavy, as was
his.  Our hips pushed into her hand.  I closed my eyes, grit my teeth, and
moaned and I could hear Stan do the same.  I heard Steph whisper
breathlessly; "Come on... come on..." as she stroked faster.  Finally, I
let out one last moan and my sticky seed shot out, covering her breasts and
hand.  She stroked me until I was soft and when I opened my eyes, I saw
those robust breasts of hers covered in a thick, slick coat of cum.  Stan
was still close as I reached over and chases Steph's hand away and stroked
him.  Finally, with a final thrust into my hand, he came, coating her
breasts and stomach and my hand, which she greedily grabbed and licked
clean.

I sat down in the computer chair breathlessly and sighed.  Steph smiled
happily, smearing our cum all over her.  Stan lie next to her, catching his
breath.  "so... that was interesting..." I commented.  "We'll be sure to do
it again, hmm?"  Steph closed her eyes with a smile and moaned with a lusty
joy, "Oh... God... yes..."  There was a small silence when Stan chimed in,
"So... what are you doing next Saturday?"