Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2007 15:14:06 -0500
From: erj210@aol.com
Subject: My Life as a Tramp Part:2

Disclaimer.
This Story is meant mainly for adults, and is just for such.
Story:  This story has multiple parts.  This is based on a story by The
Professor called Withes of Fairmount High, so you may have to read parts of
it in order to understand parts of this story. 

My Life as a Tramp
Part 2

The bus ride home was an odd one.  For some reason I always remembered it
differently.  As I looked around the bus earlier, I realized some one was
missing.  Then I saw Michael.  Mike and I have been best friends since
middle school.  He's the only one of my friends who is on the same route as
I am.  We usually sit together, but I got that after hours of deliberation
while staring at the ceiling of my room while trying to get to sleep.  On
the bus however, he trigger a much different response.  I felt turned on by
him, I wanted him bad.  No, it was even worst than that.  If it wasn't for
common decency, and my long training, I would have mounted him right then
and there.

But this recent memory is a bad one.  If it is true, and Mike was my
friend, and not a potential lover, than something here is wrong.  For some
reason, I don't even remember my room being like this.  My room seems wrong
as well, and when I pushed for it, I remembered walls with planes, and
ships on them.  Now its boys and stuff animals, and pink carpeting on the
floor.  I must admit, I've had a soft spot for my stuffed animals, so I
never got rid of them, but they were all up in the attic in a box, not
displayed proudly threw out the room.  This is too unusual.  Tomorrow, I
must go to the mall and meet Ms. Marset in the food court.  She must know
why my mind is so screwed up.

The next day I wake up even more confused.  I had a dream of what happened
yesterday, but I it was so fantastic that I don't know weather it was real
or fake.  But for some reason, I know it's real.  For right now, all I can
do is get dressed, and hopefully make my way out to the mall.  I roll out
of bed, and immediately proceed over to my dresser.  I stripped out of my
silk night cloths and reviled my mostly naked body to the cool morning air.

`Mall,' I can't help but to think, `That's nice, but with a body like this,
I should head over to the beach and try to get with some college guys.'

It sounds like a good idea at least, and my body is hot.  My breast are at
least a large C cup.  They are perfectly shaped to.  They are full bodied,
with just the right amount of hang; they are the perfect breast for holding
onto, and the nipples, oh the nipples.  They are perfectly situated in the
middle of my breast, just were they need to be.  I pull off my blue satin
underwear to revile my rather tiny wad of hair.  I've maintained it this
way ever since it began popping up.  It's just the right amount to get a
guy to go mad, without looking disgusting.

My figure is also just as seductive as my breast.  I am the perfect hour
glass shape, and a small size to boot.  I've got meat in all the right
areas, yet not too much anywhere.  My legs are long and smooth, and to a
point rather reflective as if I just shaved them yesterday.  I also have a
nice hint of an even tan.

I decided that I will hit the beach later today.  I open my swim suite
drawer and push my hand all the way to the back.  Its here were I keep my
sexy stuff. My parents haven't come in my room in ages, so I have no need
for an even more secretive hiding place.  I pull out my favorite piece.
The set is almost as close to a string bikini as one can get.  It is dark
brown, and has little breast support, but its design just screams do me,
and that's what I want.  I place the bottom on first, making sure to tie
the ties.  I then pull the top over my head, and tie the strings that go
around my back.  I then look in the mirror and check myself out.  I can see
just the right amount of body to my large globes, and that's just what is
needed.  Of course, with this on, I have to wear something so that my
conservative parents won't freak out.  I place on a dark colored T-shirt
with a pair of tan shorts.  It doesn't necessarily match, but sometimes
fashion demands risks.

I through on some ankle socks then head out door, and downs stairs.  Of
course, my little brother is down their already watching cartoons.  Oddly
enough, this sight is just as confusing for me as others have been threw
out last night.  On one hand, I find a twelve year old still watching
Saturday morning cartoons rather stupid and childish.  On the other hand
though, I feel like sitting over there with him and enjoying our time
together.  This whole issue only heightens my trip to the mall before I go
down to the beach.  I proceed into the kitchen where my mom stands over a
waffle maker.  From the looks of it, its strawberries this week.

"Hello dear."  She says, but in a tone I've heard before.

"Hey mom, what's for breakfast?"

"Oh, just waffles and some tea.  Do you want to help?"

`There it is.  She's just upset that I'm older and don't care to be held to
the kitchen like she tends to be.  I guess it comes from her ultra
religious background.'

"No thanks, got to head out to the mall fast.  I'm meeting up with a
teacher there."

"A teacher, at the mall?  This teacher isn't a..."

"No mom, he's not a guy."  I say while slapping a pop tart in the toaster.
"It's a new teacher, and I think she wants to talk about," `Actually, what
does she want to talk about?'  "School stuff."  I lie.

"Well, okay dear.  What time are you suppose to meet up with her?"  She
asks in her usual manor.

"About noon."

Mom doesn't even have to glance at the clock to know its ten ten.

"Well then, you have enough time for real food instead of that pastry junk
you slid into that toaster."  The Avenue Mall, its nice overall, but not
the best mall in the area.  It mostly has mainstream stores, not the higher
valued stores I tend to like.  But the food court is a hang out for most
people I know.  So far though, I haven't even seen this teacher.  I've seen
no one I know, and so far, no one I care to know.  Of course, that may have
just changed.  Within a few seconds, Mike comes into the food court.  From
the looks of it, he just got off from working at his parents store.  I take
a brief look at my watch.  Its one PM.  I decide that his company is
definitely better than none, especially since this teacher hasn't shown up
yet.  I walk over to where he stands in line, and gently move in front of
him.

"Hey, long day?"  I say in a playful, somewhat sensual way.

"Yeah, but well, the pays good."  Mike says with a smile.  "So you getting
anything?"

"Well, I could use a soda?"

Within a few minutes were both seated back at my table laughing and talking
about any old thing.  For a moment, I forget my physical requirements and
actually began remembering.  For some odd reason, just talking to him has
reminded me of some other life, but what?

Over an hour has passed since the last time I looked at my watch.  Its now
two ten, and still she hasn't shown.  I decide to just screw it and head to
the beach.

"You know Mike," I start as I begin to stand.  "I'm tired of waiting for
her.  I'm headed to the beach."

"Don't think so."  He says pointing to the skylights.  They revile dark
clouds that look like they could produce rain any minute. To make matters
worst, its spring.  Any thunderstorm this time of the year could last
hours, not the normal thunder showers that are here one second and gone the
next.

"I hate Florida whether."  I say as I stand up fully.  "It's a long walk
back to the house too."

"Why don't you come over to my place?"  Mike asks.

"Okay, why not."  With that tough, my feelings begin to return, and I begin
to think of Mike as more of a walking dildo than anything else.

One thing about Florida storms, no matter what the season, they don't have
to start of slow.  By the time we got half way down the street, it was
pouring down.  By the time we reached Mike's house (a typical ten minute
trip, which we did in four), it was a veritable deluge.  We both walked
into his house completely soaked.  And to think, I planned on going to the
beach, but never cared to get in the water.  Mike immediately went up
stairs, and left me in the foyer area.  Overall, his house is pretty large,
especially for the area.  His parents had the since not to by one of the
cookie cutters that I live in.  As I look around the rather well appointed
house, a strange feeling of familiarity fills me.  Not only do I feel that
I have been here before, but often.

Mike eventually returns down stairs with a towel in hand, but still in his
rained out cloths.

"Here you go."  He says handing me the towel.

"Thanks."  I take the rather soft towel and begin to rub myself down.
About the only thing that would have made this better is if I had wore a
light colored shirt.  That way, I know I could get Mike off with less
effort than I have to now.  "So, why didn't you get changed."  I ask hoping
for a usable response.

"I didn't want you down here soaked while I walk around in dry cloths."
His response was honest, and quiet courteous, but I have him.  After all,
if I can't have college boys, he's one of the next best things.

"Is that right.  Well the only thing that does is get us both getting
pneumonia. Of course, there is a way round that."  I say in a tone hinting
to my sexual intensions.

"What's that?"

I'm not a hundred percent sure if he's playing coy, or just wants me to
work for it, but I have every intention in doing so.

"Well, I'm actually wearing a bathing suite below this, and you do have a
dryer.  I was thinking that, if you don't mind being clothed like each
other, then you shouldn't mind being a little more dry with each other.
Even if it means stripping something off."

"But I'm not wearing a bathing suite."

`A slight flash reminded me that Mike only wears briefs, but do I want just
that?'

"Well then, what do you suggest?"  I say, leaving the ball in his court.

"Well, we could be dryer if we got rid of all our wet stuff."  He says,
obviously aware of what I'm trying to do.  "And your stuff can go threw the
dryer while we wait."

"But that might take an hour.  Well have to do something then, any ideas?"

"I have one."

Finally, the boy takes the lead.  He walks up to me, and takes me in his
arms.  With no hesitation, he kisses me.  At first he just presses his lips
against mine, but eventually, he forces his hard wet tong into my mouth.  I
immediately begin massaging his tongue with my own.  As we kiss, he probes
my body, as if looking for something.  I decide to return the favor, but my
right hand decides its his butt its looking for.

After kissing for what must have been a full minute.  We both release.

"So were should we do this?"  I ask him.

"How about upstairs in my room.  But we still need to get your cloths dry,
how about you take them off here and then head on up."

"That sounds nice."  I say as I pull away from him.  Then one by one, in my
sexiest mannerism, I begin stripping off one clothing item after another,
first my shirt, then shoes, socks, shorts, and eventually the bathing
suite.  Pretty soon, I stand in front of him completely naked.  "Meet you
up stairs."  I say. I then leave him down stairs and head on up.

Like me, Mike has three siblings.  As I flew to his room, for some reason I
wasn't at all worried about bumping into them.  I know neither one of them
work at their parents' store, but yet I just know they won't be back for
hours.  To make matter worst, I immediately walk straight into Mike's room.
While this should make me uncomfortable, it doesn't.  I try to think back
to my previous times doing this with guys around the area, but for some
reason, the memories seem almost hallow.

I lie down under Mike's covers and begin to realize something's wrong.
Before, I was terrified about being caught, but I can only remember that I
felt it, not the actual feeling.  Even on my first time back when I was
thirteen.  I remember doing it in the church bathroom, but the feelings
that I usually get when I think about that moment are no longer there.
That's one of my best memories, but yet it seems so hollow, so unreal, its
almost as if I made it all up.

I want to continue debating this, but Mike walks in and my mind shifts
immediately to his nude body.  Mike's on the wrestling team, and is pretty
built.  While not as big as a football player, all of his muscles have
definition.  He is slender, but in a built manor.  Then, there's his
pecker.  It has to be at least six inches long, and I don't even think its
fully extended.

Mike throws the covers off of me and climbs over to me.

"Oh, now I'm cold. So what are you going to do about it?"

With a smirk on his face, he comes at me, but not to stick it inside me.
He first grabs my breast, and begins massaging them.  The additional
feeling of him playing with my nipples sends shocks threw my body.  Every
time he finishes his circular pattern, I can't help but to shiver with
pleasure.  Eventually, he goes at one of my breast with his mouth.  I can
feel my nipples get taller as he sucks on them.  I almost wish that I have
milk in my breast to feed my baby. Eventually, he bores with my nipple, and
moves down to my clit.  I can already feel juices coming out of it.  Mike
gets excited by this, and immediately starts playing with my clit.  My
pussy instantly becomes a toy with him, the more he plays with it, the more
fluid flows.  But as he does, I can feel some sort of back pressure
building.  I figure I'm building to an orgasm.  But I don't want to cum
like this.

"Hey," I barely manage to get out, "why don't you let me exchange the favor
for a little bit."

Mike doesn't seem to give up slurping up my love juices, but he eagerly
gets into the 69 position, and lets me suck him off.  His cock is hard, but
I'm still not convinced its at its hardest.  I begin sucking on his ball,
and then swallow his hard rod.  It tastes extremely good for some reason.
In fact, it begins making hungry for his load, but do I waste it on my
mouth?  At this point I really don't care.  I just suck him as hard as
possible.  Mike soon starts pumping in my mouth.  He forces his cock as
about as far inside my throat as it will go.  As my mind folds to the
pleasure of his eating my pussy, an instinct that calls for him to drop his
load inside of my mouth grows exponentially.  My patients is soon reward.
Mike begins to spasm, and he immediately shoots his load deep into my
throat.  I choke on some of it, but them manage to get the hang of
swallowing it down.  But the sheer amount becomes to much more that I can
handle, and I have no other choice than to spit some of it up on my face.
I can feel Mike's rod go limp for a second, but then it re-hardens, just in
time for me to catch my breath.  He rotates around, and licks some of his
excess load of my face. He then lowers his cock, lines it up for my
entrance and sticks it inside.  A surge of pleasure shoot threw me, and I
almost come right then and there.  But my mind is still overloaded by these
feelings.  His long, hard dick is now sitting inside me, it's a feeling I'm
never had.  Even better is the fact that my body is begin to spasm out of
control from the pleasure.  But I try to get it under control. I don't want
to come before he has the chance to.  Almost immediately after bottoming
out, Mike begins pumping his now fully hard rod in and out of me.  I feel
every last inch, every millimeter of his powerful rod slide in and out of
me.  As time goes by, he increases his thrust.  But my mind and body are
already at their limits.  I can no longer hold back this wave that has
built inside of me.  Fortunately, I don't think he can ether.  With an
extremely hard thrust inside brings both he and I to cum together.  The
wave immediately sends my mind blank.

To Be continued...