Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2007 12:52:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friend in Need (14)

   It surprised Jordan a little to realize that he was actually enjoying
himself as the evening wore on, despite his original misgivings about the
Sadie Hawkins dance. He and his date, Shelby, had gone to dinner beforehand
with a group of their friends, and while Brett was never far from his mind,
he had actually really enjoyed the fresh company of his other friends.

   Now in the school gymnasium, he leaned against the back wall, sipping on
a cup of some overly sweet punch while he waited for Shelby to return from
a trip to the ladies room. He gazed around the crowded room, checking out
the various getups the more creative kids had put together to represent the
theme of the dance, a kind of `Lil Abner and Daisy Mae kind of look that
the annual event called for. It was a theme that Jordan enthusiastically
embraced, given that the look resulted in the open display of a lot of the
toned and succulent flesh of the costume wearers. Most of the girls wore
tiny little shorts, or jeans that had been hacked off as short as the
wearer thought would be tolerated by the dance chaperones, and bared little
teen girl tummies were everywhere, as many had worn what were probably
their fathers shirts, with the tails tied on a knot up under their pert
breasts. He particularly was enjoying the numerous shapely, and firm little
butts that gyrated saucily as the girls danced to the raucous, and blaring
music, and the jiggling movements of all those aforementioned pert little
tits, as well.

   Given his recent interest in the male form of the species, Jordan was
also appreciating many of the skin-tight jeans being sported by several of
the boys at the dance, and ample packages were abundant, as he scanned the
room, as were some highly intruiging specimens of the male version of
gyrating little asses. Several of the boys, like him, wore the denim
variety of bib overalls, sans shirt, which offered a veritable buffet of
well toned, and tanned chests, muscular arms, and a regular cornucopia of
small nipples for his viewing pleasure. He felt his cock stir, as he zoned
in on one of his football buds, watching with new appreciation, as the good
looking boy ground his tight little ass, as he wiggled around the dance
floor with his date. He closed his eyes, and visualized Brett's pretty
little ass, and he shivered, his cock thickening in his overalls. His
reverie was interrupted just then, as Shelby returned at his side, and
laced her arm with his, as she pressed the firm mound of her left breast
against his bicep, smiling saucily at him.

   "Miss me...?" she cooed, all sexy smiles, and flashing eyelids.

   Jordan smiled down at the pretty girl, and nodded his head, as he
savored the pillowy feel of her breast against his upper arm, and he
replied,

   "Most definitely...I was starting to think you had cut out on me, or
something."

   Shelby giggled sweetly, adding more pressure to the breast nuzzled
against his arm, and said,

   "No chance of that, Jordan, no chance at all...now, I might be persuaded
to cut out with you at some point...but I am definitely not cutting out on
you, no way."

   Jordan weighed that comment, fully catching her drift, and wondering
just where this little hottie had been hiding back when he was so desperate
to dip his wick. She was obviously everything that her locker room
reputation held forth, and he was beginning to consider a little personal
mission to test its full veracity, not withstanding his promise to Brett
earlier. Shelby snuggled against him tighter still, as she smiled sexily,
and batted those bedroom eyes at him, as she asked, boldly,

   "Are you going to do that, Jordan..hmmm..?...you going to try and
persuade me to cut out with you somewhere...more private...hmmm?"

   Jordan was totally aware of her curvaceous young body pressed close, and
of her "get me-do me" expression, and the light scent of her cologne filled
his senses, as she rocked lightly on her feet, deftly causing her firm boob
to work against his arm. Looking down, his eyes settled on her golden tan,
and flawless little tummy, bare from breast to below her tiny navel, the
skin absolutely creamy appearing, until it disappeared beneath the waist of
the tiny little shorts that clung to her like skin. Letting his eyes drift
lower still, he again felt his cock stir, as he focused on the crotch of
her tiny shorts, and clearly discerned the pouty shape of her pussy, the
skin tight shorts all but imbedded between the full lips. In his mind, he
could almost see his promise to Brett sprout tiny wings, and fly out the
window, as he continued to gaze upon that so very tempting display of the
organ that ruled so many men's lives, and he forced his eyes away,
mumbling,

   "I'm not sure that would be the best idea, actually Shel...I mean, you
are way too big a temptation for a clutz like me...I'm really not sure I
could handle all that, you know?"

   Shelby giggled sweetly, and brazenly worked her crotch against his outer
thigh, as she replied unabashedly,

   "Oh Jordy...that's just silly...of course you could...and, even if you
couldn't...well, I certainly could, and I'd be more than happy to help you,
if you needed it, which I seriously doubt...a girl can just tell these
things, you know what I mean...stud?"

   Inwardly, Jordan moaned, his cock now throbbing inside his overalls, and
he was suddenly glad that they were somewhat baggy, which served to mostly
hide his pulsing erection. Shit, he thought, this chick is all but dragging
me to the floor, and jumping my bones, Jesus...what the hell am I supposed
to do now, he wondered. Struggling to gather his thoughts, still painfully
aware of her body undulating against him, he stammered, weakly,

   "Do you want to dance, Shelby?"

   She giggled sweetly again, not relinquishing one ounce of the charm that
she fully understood she was exerting over the slightly dazed boy, and she
just shook her head in response to his suggestion of a dance, as she let
her tongue slide out, then drug it slowly over her lush, full lips, as she
throatily replied,

   "Uh huh...I do, actually...all evening I have been wanting to sneak you
out to the car, and dance with you...horizontally, if you get my
drift...stud."

   Poor Jordan...he had absolutely no chance, the wily charms of this very
experienced girl melting through all his resistance barriers like a white
hot laser beam, and he numbly nodded his head in acquiescence, or maybe
better said as surrender, as he croaked,

   "Um...yea...think so...yea, I get it....but..."

   Deftly angling her lithe little body, Shelby quickly maneuvered so that
she moved directly in front of Jordan, with her back facing the crowded
room, which effectively blocked any sight lines to Jordan's crotch, and
before he understood her intention, her hand clamped firmly on his pulsing
erection, and squeezed it, as she purred,

   "Oh my....how lovely...and, he seems happy to see me, too...so
Jordan...stud...do YOU want to dance with me...hmmm?"

   Jordan very nearly jumped out of his skin, feeling Shelby suddenly grab
his cock, and he blinked rapidly several times, stunned, and totally
focused on the sudden fire that was now raging in his loins, as this
girl-gone-wild boldly manipulated his rampant erection, and dared him with
her far-too-sexy look, and obvious intent. Meekly, Jordan knew he was lost
for sure now, and he very much doubted that even had Brett been standing
right there, that he could have mustered the strength to reject such a
wanton come-on as this, as all his long pent up desires to experience this
very thing came welling to the forefront of his consciousness, and, his
voice cracking badly, he mumbled, his choked volume barely even audible,

   "Oh God...yeesss...I do....oh man, yeess...I really...want...that...!"

   Shelby stared into Jordan's wide open eyes, and grinned, as she gave his
raging erection one last stroke, then, let it go, as she reached to take
his trembling hand, and said,

   "Good boy, Jordan...you just come with me, baby...everything is going to
be just fine...trust me!"

   His heart a run-away jackhammer in his chest, Jordan stumbled along
behind Shelby, his head all but spinning, as he let her lead him through
the lobby of the gymnasium, and out through the doors, into the large
parking lot. Without breaking stride, she led the dazed boy to his car, and
they climbed into the back seat, with its darkly tinted windows, and the
wide bench seat. Jordan slumped weakly into the corner, his body trembling,
and his rampant cock throbbing in anticipation, as Shelby settled in next
to him, and all but mounted him, as her lush, full mouth descended, and
covered his own. Jordan moaned, succumbing completely to the overwhelming
heat of the moment, and his tongue slide into the warm cavern of her mouth,
where it met with hers, and the duel of eternity began, the last shred of
his shattered resolve melting like a snow cone in August.

   Shelby's hands, and mouth, seemed to be everywhere, tugging at his
clothing, as she worked the bibs open, and pushed them, along with his
briefs, to his ankles. Then, her soft, sweet mouth was everywhere her hands
had been, licking his bare skin, and lapping at his rigid nipples, as her
hands explored his pulsing hardon, and his acing balls. Not even aware of
her having done it, he suddenly realized that she was totally naked, and
that he held her naked breasts in his hands, his fingers tweaking over the
stiff and swollen nipples as if he had done it forever, and their combined
groans, and ragged panting filled the small space of the car. Shelby deftly
stroked his drooling boyhood, her touch expert, and so very effective, and
Jordan abandoned her pert tits, and ran his hand down over her smooth, and
firm torso, until he threaded his fingers into her silky pubes, then,
invaded her very wet slit.

   Oh God...oh my God...I am...I am actually fingering a pussy...holy
shit...God...so wet...slippery wet...warm...like oily, almost...oh God...thought
Jordan, his excitement totally out of control now, as he worked his fingers
into the slick tunnel, his thumb seeking the hard little nub of her
clitoris, as he rubbed it, amazed at how stiff, and swollen it seemed under
his touch.

   "Ummm...yea baby...that's it...oh man...nice...God, your big,
Jordan...Jesus...here...wait...I want to...suck it...!" Shelby moaned, her words
broken by her breathless reactions to his fingering her pussy.

   Reluctantly, Jordan acquiesced his feverent exploration of her juicy
slit, and fell back against the seat, breathless, even though he was
panting like a sprint runner at the finish line. He watched, incredulous,
as the naked girl squirmed across his thighs, and settled herself on the
floor between his splayed legs, and then he watched, even more incredulous,
as she gripped the base of his drooling cock in her delicate fingers, and
lifted it, as she moved her pretty face right up to it, and said,

   "Oh yea...my God Jordan...your cock is awesome...really thick..and big...all
drooly, and wet...nice...oh man...!"

   With that curt proclamation, she leaned down, and slid the entire length
of Jordan's throbbing erection into her warm, wet mouth, her soft hair
splaying across his heaving tummy, and thighs, as she began bobbing up and
down, lighting his balls on fire. Jordan rolled his head against the seat
back, his body filled with the tantalizing sensations her silky mouth was
rendering on his acing cock, and he groaned loudly, as her slender hand
gently cupped his full ball sack, and rolled the orbs with her fingers, as
her amazing mouth continued to glide up and down on his cock. Lost to the
myriad of amazing sensations that coursed through him, Jordan's overloaded
brain could scarcely comprehend what was actually happening, and in his
lust, he brought his hand to his face, Shelby's scent flooding his senses,
and he quickly pushed his fingers into his mouth, his taste sensors
springing to life with the acrid taste of her pussy, as he sucked the
slimed fingers, experiencing that totally unique flavor for the very first
time in his young life. It was not, he decided, actually an attractive
flavor, and for just a split second, he made a mental comparison to the
much more pleasing taste of Brett's creamy semen, and that briefest of
seconds jerked his consciousness to the stark reality of what he was doing.

   He reflexively recoiled at the thought, his body jerking strongly back
against the seat, and his cock dislodged from Shelby's buttery mouth with a
loud popping sound. She looked up at him, and completely misreading his
expression, she quickly pulled herself up, and mounted Jordan, a knee
settling on the car seat on either side of his thighs, as she reached
under, and again grasped his saliva soaked cock. Adjusting herself, Shelby
centered his rock hard cock at her core, and moved the sensitive head over
her swollen, and sodden pussy lips several times, as Jordan groaned, and
reached out to grab her shoulders, as Shelby panted breathlessly,

   "Rubber, Jordan...get out a rubber...God, I want this... want you to fuck
me...hurry...!"

   Jordan was on the verge of passing out from hyperventilation, so rapid
and shallow was his labored breathing, but he gulped hard, and managed to
croak,

   "No rubber...no... I don't have one, Shel...no rubber...hear me...?"

   Shelby froze, not one iota of movement in her curvy little body, as she
stopped dead still, her dripping slit scant inches above the drooling head
of Jordan's aching cock, as she stared into his eyes, a look of total
disbelief on her pretty face, as she said, nearly a shriek,

   "WHAT...??...YOU do NOT have a fucking RUBBER...?...SHIT...Jordan...what in
the FUCK is wrong with you...asshole...GOD DAMN IT!!"

   So savage was her outburst, that Jordan shrank as far into the car seat
as possible, and he felt his nearly-ready-to-burst penis begin to instantly
shrivel, and wilt into near nothingness, as the irate Shelby climbed off
him, and began rummaging around for her clothes, still grumbling under her
breath about what an asshole Jordan was, and how she simply couldn't
believe that any boy would go on a date with HE,R without an ample supply
of condoms. Once back into her meager clothing, the exasperated young
temptress placed both hands on her hips, and glared at Jordan, her
expression so fully hateful that he actually lifted his hands up as if to
protect his face from her predicted onslaught. Once more nearly shrieking,
she bellowed,

   "You hopeless fucking moron...don't you even pay attention to all of the
locker room gossip about me, and how crazy-hot I always get from making out
with any one of your friends, and team mates, and that once I get like
that, I just have to be fucked, sometimes several times...?....Christ,
Jordan...your worse than a moron...you're totally fucking useless to me!"

   And with that final salvo of biting insults, she clamored over the front
seat, and exited the car, then, stormed off in the direction of the
gymnasium, her fading voice still hurdling unintelligible insults about his
failed manhood. Jordan breathed deeply, striving to regain some degree of
composure, and he looked down at his wilted penis, still gleaming with
Shelby's saliva, and he let a slow smile paint over his face, as he started
to chuckle softly, thinking now of Brett, his Brett, and how, through
absolutely no direct intention on his part, he had, pretty much anyway,
kept his promise to him. He searched the dimly lit car interior, and
located his bibs, and his briefs, and on a whim, he dropped the briefs back
onto the floor, as he struggled his way back into the bib overalls. What
the hell, was his reasoning, I won't be needing any briefs when I get back
to Brett's, and they would only slow things down some, because after all
this, I am definitely going to, as promised, arrive totally horny, and way
ready for some of his amazing loving, and the good part is.... no rubber is
required.

   Chuckling softly, Jordan started the car, and exited the parking lot,
his thoughts full of Brett, and his sweet little ass, as he idly fingered
his cock back to throbbing hardness.

(To Be Continued)
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