Dare Me (new 7/29)

[Kazu]

Sir, you know full well that we're chomping at the bits for the next chapter part.

Or at least I am...
And the prior answers in the thread...
And probably a bunch of others that I do not speak for...

[jojo12026]

Amen

[neverdoubted]

The faint sound was enough to get me to crack my eyes open but do little else. The pre-dawn sun was just making its way into the room and, without the help of artificial lights, objects around me were still gray and dim. Groggy and disoriented, I yawned and closed my eyes. It wasn't until I heard the second set of knocks, which were a little louder, that I really woke up.

To combat the stifling heat, I had opened my window again to let the cooler, night air in; or to let the stuffy, house air out, depending on how you want to look at it. I had also slept in as few layers as possible, just a pair of boxers and a sheet.

As the knob turned and my door swung open, I bolted up into a sitting position and lunged for the sheet which was bunched up by my feet. While such a thin layer of cotton would offer feeble protection, it was better than facing some unknown intruder in just my underwear.

The vague outline looming in the dark hall tricked my brain for a second and made me think I was dreaming about Hanna. As soon as the figure stepped forward, I knew it wasn't her. But then, I identified Tiffany Lennox and saw how little she was wearing and went back to wondering if I really was dreaming. Unable to keep my jaw from falling open, but acutely self-conscious about my own state of dress, I pulled the sheet up under my chin and gawked at the incredible sight before me.

Her nightgown - the best comparison to regular sleepwear that I could come up with - was exceptionally brief. Too short to reach her legs or even her hips, I honestly don’t think you could truly call it a gown. It just abruptly stopped at her waist and let a band of delicate, red lace form what amounted to nothing more than the idea of a skirt.

Only her coordinating panties provided any sort of covering for her entire lower half. The panties were made of the same materials; a too-small triangle panel over her lower abdomen trimmed with red lace. I couldn't say if the material disappearing between her lovely thighs and cradling her most private place was satin, silk, or something else, but it looked very expensive. All I know is, no matter what it cost, if she was charged for it by the square inch, she definitely overpaid.

Beyond the lace's reach, her hips, which swelled to compliment her breasts, were deliciously bare. She stood with one knee slightly bent and one foot forward, like a model at a photo shoot; employing the minimal amount of flex in her shapely thighs and calves to keep her balance. But having already studied Tiffany's long, perfect legs along with every other boy in our school, my interest down there waned, and my vision was soon drawn upward. Darting my eyes up to briefly meet hers, I saw a slight tremble in her usually poised demeanor. But because she hadn't said anything yet, I happily continued my tour of her body in silence.

Though her hair was mostly held back, shiny, black strands had been intentionally freed to hang down and frame her strikingly beautiful face. The tips tickled her feminine shoulders where pencil-thin, white ribbons widened to form delicate lace cups on her chest. Her healthy endowment filled the cups nicely, and even despite a total lack of supportive material, her young breasts held themselves up in defiance of the laws of gravity. Having seen her breasts bared completely the day before, I did not have to imagine what they would look like absent the intricately woven pouches of lace cradling them. But mesmerized by the two dark spots of her nipples shining through the front, I instantly pined to see them bared again.

Below her bust, the gown had pleats running down to her waist. The pleats did not billow like you would expect, but somehow followed the contour of her long torso to show off the narrow, and enviably flat stomach she possessed. Fitted pleats! I still don't know how such flimsy fabric could contour to her enticing form without the assistance of seams or stitches or supports. It must have taken a talented, and very expensive, fashion designer to pull off such a magic trick. Perhaps someone like Mr. Beski would have been able to tell me how it was done. I was stumped.

Other than in magazines or on posters, I couldn't recall having ever seen lingerie on a living, breathing human being. While now, I might categorize it as some kind of babydoll nighty, back then, I did not have the vocabulary for such an ensemble. All I knew was that it was obviously designed for a single purpose - to make a person think about sex. Mission accomplished on that front! My eyes weren't the only parts of me that nighty managed to get bulging out of my body, if you know what I mean.

If she had even gone through an awkward teenager phase, she had already outgrown it. There were no sharp edges or gangly remnants - only smooth, luscious curves which flowed seamlessly from body part to body part. On my second lap up her shapely form, when I noticed the boxy container she was holding against her right hip like a basketball, I glitched and froze. What was she doing with Lucy’s jar of massage lotion?

Sensing the break in my visual tour, Tiffany stepped into my room and closed the door behind her, then paraded forward to the edge of my bed. Something about the way she walked made her breasts wobble within their lace cocoons. Her breasts wobbled! That's a trick Lucy hadn't learned yet.

My still sleepy mind struggled to process the situation. Yesterday it had been Lucy’s little sister knocking at my door. Now it was her big sister. Was this really happening to me two days in a row?

Assuming Tiffany had already judged me lacking in her eyes, I never expected something like this. Could her opinion of me really have changed overnight enough to convince her to come knocking on my door in sexy lingerie? This gorgeous creature wasn't giving me much time to figure out her motivations. But seeing the jar of lotion meant I could at least predict her next move.

I didn't know how, or why she was here, but having practiced it many times before, a massage was squarely within my area of expertise. So, as she approached, my nervousness melted away and was replaced by a composure to rival her own. And though she moved intently, like a lioness stalking her prey, when her prey formed a hungry smile in response, her confidence wavered.

"Good morning," I offered warmly as she reached the edge of my bed to stand before me. I even dropped the sheet, baring myself from the waist up, and swung my legs around so I could properly address her.

If her plan had been to make a shocking entrance and use her dominant personality to take control of the situation before I could really figure out what was happening, it wasn’t working. She had initially surprised me by waking me out of a cold sleep. But I doubt she expected me to recover so quickly, read the situation, and find calm despite her domineering presence and overwhelmingly sexy appearance. Sensing the balance of power shifting in uncertain ways, Tiffany's normally unshakable composure faltered. Instead of smoothly delivering her prepared remarks, the scantily clad girl flubbed her lines.

"My boyfriend-," she started, before catching herself with a blush.

I looked up at her with bemusement, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Did she really have to bring him up right now? Perhaps she was feeling guilty? I mean, by just showing up in my bedroom dressed like this, she was practically cheating on him with me. But of more interest than Bruce Meyers, I had never seen Tiffany Lennox flustered. I caught her using her free hand to tug self-consciously at the lace hem of her gown. Not that it made much difference. The fabric running down her front was practically see-through anyway. From this short distance, I could easily make out her perfectly shaped belly button in the middle of her trim tummy through the fitted pleats.

"I, uh," she started over, gradually getting through her intended statement. "That is, I'm sorry for waking you so early, but I've got to leave soon. And, well, Lucy just went on and on, all night, about how good you are at giving massages." Offering me the tub of lotion, she added, "I don't suppose you would mind giving me a little demonstration?"

So, Lucy had been singing my praises all night, eh? That was interesting. Maybe the threat of reporting the hazing incident to the principal had not been so toothless after all. Was it possible that Tiffany had come to an agreement with my sister in the night to perform a sexual favor with me in exchange for Lucy dropping the matter? Or perhaps something I did yesterday had intrigued Tiffany enough to make her want to pursue this encounter all on her own? Or maybe, it was some combination of the two. Whatever her motivation, Tiffany Lennox had just asked me to rub some lotion into her naked chest. That's the only thing that really mattered!

My smile widened. Suppressing my giddiness, I took the tub with a nod, opened it, and set it down beside me. Then, taking charge of the situation, I grabbed her by her waist and spun her in place. She may be the queen of our school, but I wanted to make it clear, in this activity, I was the maestro, and she was to be little more than a sexy canvas upon which my next masterpiece would be produced.

I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her spectacular, panty-clad rump. The seat of her panties was made completely of lace and hugged her plump, athletic bottom like a second skin. Looking forward to the sensation of her thinly covered ass squirming with need against the front of my boxers, I eagerly moved my sheet out of the way and made an open spot between my legs. Grabbing her waist again, I silently ordered her to sit using just my hands.

She gave a haughty sniff in response to my forwardness, but I saw right through her little act. She could pretend to be incensed about freely giving me access to the most desired student body in town. It’s not like I was forcing her to remain. She was free to leave if she wanted. But this transaction wasn't as one-sided as it seemed. If she stayed, her reward would be another dose of Riviera Dave's stimulating lotion. And she knew full-well what a treat that was after her previous experience with it at camp.

There was even less fabric on the back of her nighty than the front. Locating the row of clasps in the small of her back, I got to show off my bra unlatching skills by deftly, and confidently flicking them open on the first try. She did not react, but I like to think she was impressed. This was certainly not the Mike Jenkins she had been introduced to yesterday. Knowing what I wanted, and moving with a purpose, I went about my business without any of the shakiness or self-doubt I had previously displayed. Casually undressing the head cheerleader by lifting the weightless garment up and off her body, I discarded the crumpled nighty on the bed beside me.

Still exercising my authority as master masseuse, I gently, but forcefully, gripped her waist and scooted her further into my lap. Her bottom was now pressing lightly against the front of my boxers - the ideal position for me to benefit once she got to squirming – with the outer curve of her hips touching my parted thighs. Then, I grabbed her elbows and raised her arms so that her hands could clasp on top of her head. This lifted her newly bared breasts to maximum prominence on her chest - a necessary step to give me the requisite access.

Seeing what a big job it was going to be, I dipped my fingers into the jar and pulled out an ample amount of the bright green lotion – spreading it evenly across both my hands. The earthy smell from the plants Dave had cultivated to make the magical stuff mingled with whatever obviously expensive perfume Tiffany was wearing to make an intoxicating and intriguing concoction.

Unlike a certain, perky redhead who had been in this exact position one day earlier, I could see Tiffany's larger orbs bulging around each side of her slender torso - though I couldn't quite see her nipples yet. She clearly had much more surface area to cover, and I couldn't wait to familiarize myself with every square inch! I had to dedicate some of my concentration to keep from screaming with elation as I reached around each side of her body in an exceedingly intimate manner.

I was confident in my ability and knew exactly what I was doing. But determined to move slowly to give the chemicals time to soak in, I did not rush things. She had recovered her calm facade, but perhaps because she was now topless, I could see the muscles of her neck and shoulders tensed - braced for first contact. She flinched slightly, all girls usually did, at my fingers grazing the rarely sampled area of her upper ribcage just below her bust. I was gentle enough to put her at ease, but forceful enough to keep from coming across as timid or unsure.

Knowing how ticklish Lucy's body was right there, I did not linger, but calmly slid my hands up and in to follow the hanging underside of her breasts - the same, sexy set every boy in my school had lusted over countless times. Bulging further in every direction than either Hanna or Lucy, the added dimension of Tiffany's more mature boobs extended into a shelf of prime, dense flesh that even exceeded the full breadth of my upturned palms. Talk about a handful! She was doing an admirable job of not openly reacting to my intimate embrace, but she could not hide her beating heart from pounding heavily beneath my open hand.

Cradling her naked chest just like bra cups normally would, I felt a strong desire to heft her bulging tits and measure their weight – mauling them like a toddler who had been handed too much Play-Doh might. But I resisted the urge and stayed my eager hands. If I showed some restraint and professionalism now, there would be time to satisfy such curiosities later.

Needing to keep spreading lotion elsewhere, I reluctantly moved inward along her lower periphery until my hands met at her breastbone. Then, I slid them up the middle of her broad chest; exercising the immense patience required to avoid the tempting nipples that I just knew were waiting for me in the middle. Once I felt her dainty collarbone, I moved outward again - trailing tingling, green slime to mark everywhere my hands had already touched.

I didn't realize she had been holding her lungs until I completed my first circuit and she let out a tense breath. As I embarked on a second lap, which followed the same line as before, I nearly snickered wondering if Daniel would ever, in a million years, believe I spent our Monday off from school, exploring Tiffany Lennox's naked tits with my bare hands, and building a mental map of her mammaries.

Her chest was without blemish and as soft as it had looked from a distance. Beyond the suppleness that her youth naturally provided, she obviously pampered her skin with the best treatments money could buy.

As I silently worked, I had to ignore my excited cock throbbing against the small of her back. Only my stretched boxers and the delicate lace of her expensive panties separated its base from the twin buttocks currently motionless between my open legs. I reminded my impatient member that it wouldn't be long - with the assistance of my gentle, but steady, rubbing - for Dave's chemicals to affect her bodily systems. Once that happened, she would be unable to keep from rewarding me with a satisfying, little, lap dance.

I had a pretty good idea how far the lotion had penetrated because it was also penetrating my body simultaneously. The same, tingling chemicals were soaking into my palms and heightening all my senses just as they were affecting hers. The quickly rising sun had reached the open window, and light now streamed into my bedroom. Her alluring perfume filled my nostrils even as I was sure she could feel my soft breath inches from the nape of her warm neck. Early birds chirped loudly in the trees outside. As the lotion dried, my fingers got better and better at reading every detail and erotic curve of her naked chest.

As the relaxing effects reached their maximum potency, I saw her shoulders slump, and the muscles in her dainty neck finally untense. Sensing that she was letting down her defenses, I paused my motion and ventured an indulgent squeeze of her bulging melons before proceeding to unlock the next stage of this endeavor: arousal.

The first sign was so subtle, I wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't been watching very closely. When I reached a certain spot on the outer edge of her left breast, she sucked in a tiny puff of air. The puff, while silent, caused her chest to slide just a millimeter under my patient fingertips.

I noted the sensitive spot I had found and smiled to myself. This was too easy! I don't know why everyone says girls are so complicated. They are just like boys in that, once you get their clothes off, it's so simple to locate buttons to push. Although, the hard part, I suppose, is convincing them to take off their clothes in the first place.

Tiffany tried to remain stoic and still. But just like every other girl who had encountered the irresistible combination of my loving hands and Dave's powerful aphrodisiacs, her resistance gradually faltered - and her composure with it. Having larger breasts only gave me more nerve endings to discover. There were so many! And once I had carefully cataloged every one, I made sure my fingers revisited them on every lap. I moved from sensitive spot to sensitive spot around her broad chest, like the hottest game of connect the dots imaginable.

I greatly enjoyed listening to her try to keep her sniffs silent, knowing she would inevitably lose that battle. Sure enough, when the stimulation became too much, she uttered her first sound. It was a small and matter-of-fact, "hmnh", like someone had just told her it was raining outside despite the forecast calling for clear skies. But I knew the significance of that peep. Now that my fingers had learned how to play this fun, new musical instrument, I would be producing many more, joyful noises with it. Perhaps she would even produce a glittering diamond for me before we were finished…

If her breasts were this sensitive, I could only imagine how badly her areolas and nipples would be aching to be touched before long. But using my patented, light touch, I continued to avoid the tempting targets in the middle of her boobs and stuck to my plan. First comes sniffs, then gasps, then whimpers. But I wouldn't stop there. I would keep going, reading her cues and following the signs of arousal like a trail map whose legend I had expertly memorized, until I reached my goal - to have a topless Tiffany Lennox squirming with need in my lap.

And around...and around...and around her chest I went, until I could no longer complete a lap without her uttering multiple, audible responses. It was funny the way she modulated her noises in a futile attempt at feigning control over them. A blind observer, who didn't know what was really going on, might hear her continual grunts and peeps and conclude that Tiffany was being administered a math quiz too hard for her and was getting stumped on every question. Mr. Nickson would have had a field day grading Tiffany's test and administering that punishment!

When the time was ripe, I made my way closer to the center of her breasts. The first time I traced my fingers just beyond the outer rim of her areolas, she let out a new note that could not be misinterpreted as anything but a whimper of appreciation.

Her plump, tingling nipples had to be aching for stimulation by now. And though I had teased them with a close encounter, rather than move directly onto her primed targets, I surprised her by retreating a bit. Filling my open palms with as much prime, teenage breast meat as I could handle, I cradled Tiffany's naked boobs and simply waited - keeping my index and middle fingers spread just far enough to keep them away from her stiff points.

The hold worked like a charm. After a pitiful whimper, her body, instinctively driven to reach the stimulation that was being denied it, began to squirm.

[student]

You are not stuck in a rut! This episode ended in the middle, the buildup still in progress. I don't expect Lucy to walk in at oh-dark-thirty and I certainly don't expect Tiffany's boyfriend to climb in the window and beat up Mikey. This change, this lack of a cliff hanger, is a different cliff hanger because audience expectation is for something bigger happening--and not something that is starting to ramp up.

[Patronus]

Another great chapter. I wonder is it too early to ask for another chapter?

[Kazu]

Never too early to ask, especially with the cut right where it is. Plus I would imagine the next one(and maybe the next one after) is still setup. Not that it would be a negative.

[neverdoubted]

ok. today or tomorrow.

[neverdoubted]

There must be something about the sport of cheerleading that attracts flexible, energetic girls to it. Sure, many younger children are capable of extending their limbs and twisting their bodies beyond what might appear to be a reasonable limit. But cheerleaders defy the limits of rigidity that descend on everyone as they age and mature. Through practice, persistence, and natural born desire, they win a hard-fought, almost innate, mastery over their bodies that is hard to comprehend.

During this portion of her massage, Tiffany proved herself to be no exception to this pattern. And though she outpaced my younger sister and her friend by more two years of maturity, she was quite capable of employing all the same contortions and stretches they had shown when their needy, tingling nipples complained about the lack of stimulation.

Having tamed my prize, I cradled my partner's bulging assets in a loose, but confident grip. My thumbs offered continual, encouraging pets on either side of her swells; intentionally stroking spots I knew were particularly sensitive to her, but still patiently avoiding the even more sensitive spots that were growing increasingly desperate for attention.

When she couldn't take it anymore, she tried to take matters into her own hands with a coy, torso twist to her right. Silly girl! Didn't she see? My capable hands were the only things that really mattered right now. And having experienced this kind of erotic dance of raw, feminine need many times before, I anticipated her move long before she even thought to try it.

Seeing her maneuver had failed, she let out a disappointed whimper before shrugging her shoulders and making a fidgety twist to the left. The laughably feeble attempt at convincing my fingers to play with her nipples required almost no effort to parry. Hanna, with her smaller chest and unconstrained exuberance, had required me to make constant, tiny adjustments to my grip to avoid her perky, pink points. But until she let go of her remaining reservations and really put her whole body into the effort, toying with Tiffany was child's play.

Having larger boobs put her at a severe disadvantage over a younger participant in this little game of nipple tag. While her healthy milk glands did shift erotically beneath my comfortable grip, I never lost control of them even for a second and was never really at risk of losing.

With her hands still on top of her head, Tiffany eventually voiced her frustration with a dissatisfied huff. But cheerleaders don't give up that easily. With a childish whine more befitting a little girl than someone of her lofty, social status, she redoubled her efforts, wiggling with even more gusto. But even then, she was no match for my skilled, shifty hands.

Showing off my masterful control, I resumed massaging around the periphery of her boobs. In full concert form, I played around her throbbing tips, but still never quite reaching either her nipples or areolas. I revisited every sensitive button I had previously mapped, drawing lazy circles with my fingertips to tease out more, sexy whimpers before moving on to the next.

Varying my grips; first light, then firm, then in between, I got my chance to weigh her supple flesh. I squeezed and kneaded her tits in my palms, pushing and lifting them into the same, impressive cleavage that would drive boys at our school wild whenever she chose to grace the school with one of her low-cut tops. Then I would listen to her growl angrily as I released them without giving her the stimulation she was seeking, and they had to go back to holding themselves up.

Hoping to catch me off guard, or maybe just to gain more leverage, she suddenly tilted her hips to one side and arched her back at the same time. While I could have easily fended off this new gambit, I did appreciate the effort she was making - no matter how feeble. To reward her, I gave her squirming teats a squeeze of approval before letting the pad of my right index finger slide past the edge of her areola until it had bumped into her nipple proper.

She gasped at the sensation then redoubled her squirming. That's when my lap dance really began! Measuring her areolas manually, I found the moat of pink flesh around her protruding nipples were just wide enough for my fingertip to fit inside. Moving my other hand inward, I made slow, parallel laps around her sensitive channels of feminine flesh. There were no places to memorize, because the whole area, from the raised rim of her areolas in, was one, big pleasure point.

When she finally noticed what her ripe, scantily clad bottom was grinding against, she froze. But I knew just the thing to get her moving again. With no need to pinch or tug, I simply gripped each of her nipples lightly between a thumb and forefinger. Her own shiver in response provided all the stimulation I was looking for and got her moving again.

Tiffany mouthed a rather naughty curse word that I'm not sure she knew I could hear before resuming her lewd, squirming lap dance. Her heavy breathing morphed into animalistic panting as she gradually succumbed to her own sexual desires. It wouldn’t be long now. She started making incoherent pleas to no one in particular and her whole body kept jerking like it was a corpse being shocked back to life. Using Lucy for reference, I could only estimate where Tiffany was on on her arousal scale. But it sure seemed to me like she was about to reach an explosive, and extremely satisfying orgasm.

With a haze of arousal enveloping her, I'm not even sure she knew I was there anymore. Did she know the talented hands enveloping her breasts and driving her to new heights of ecstasy were connected to one of her classmates? Some meaningless, eighth-grade boy she would normally pass in the halls without a second glance? I doubt it. The only thing that existed to her just then was the humongous diamond forming deep within her sexual center. And having played the game perfectly, I was in prime position to draw that glittering jewel out of her productive, teenage body.

Her moans grew louder as she let go of all remaining scraps of propriety and restraint and committed her whole self to that singular purpose - to relieve the sexual agitation that had filled up her insides and needed to get out. She surrendered her whole self to the deed, grunting lewdly and contorting her body to maximize the contact of her tits against my encouraging embrace. Once I saw she had reached a crisis point, I made a snap decision. Her body may be the one producing the diamond, but I deserved to reap some of the benefit. Surely, she wouldn't mind if I was the one to operate the button inside her body that activated the trigger. In fact, she would probably thank me.

Still gripping her left breast to ride out the impending peak, I slid my right hand onto her ribs, then down over her belly button, and finally, her pubic mound. Riviera Dave's lotion had done its job stimulating her moisture center to maximum lubricant production. The little silk triangle cradling her pussy lips was completely soaked with her assistive juices.

Sensing her time was at hand, I had to move quickly and could not linger. Moving upward slightly, I found the waistband of her panties and slid inside, past a small patch of pubic hair. My index and ring fingers savored the heat coming off her outer lips while her slippery cleft guided my middle finger straight into her inner sanctum. Her trigger was primed and waiting for me. I located her button and began to operate it, and within seconds, she was cumming.

She cursed again.

"OH FUUUUUUUUU-"

Instead of a barely audible whisper, this one came out as a loud, lusty moan. But she was not able to finish it because, as the powerful orgasm struck the helpless girl, the diamond she had been laboring so long to produce came out of her.

Tiffany Lennox came so hard; she would have collapsed if I wasn't there to hold her upright. She shuttered and shivered within my grasp, her thighs clamping down over my hand and her pelvis bucking against it while her pussy spasmed uncontrollably around my finger.

If I had never seen something like this before, I might have been spooked by it. But thanks to my previous experience with feminine arousal, I was able to ride out her explosive orgasm without questioning the details of how it was playing out. Gradually, as she came down from her peak, the bucking stopped. Then she dropped her hands with a happy sigh. If Lucy was any guide, Tiffany would soon need to cum again - girls were just like that. But for a little while, she had been satiated.

Extracting my fingers from her silky folds, I made one, final swipe of her pussy before reluctantly removing my hand. Clearly needing some time to recover, the spent girl leaned back against me, saying nothing. I leaned back as well. Propping myself up on my hands I let her recover against my supportive torso.

From this angle, I could look down and see the impact of my stimulating massage. The green lotion was gone. Her creamy, flawless, breasts were practically shining in the afterglow of her orgasm. Cheerleaders tend to recover quickly from strenuous activity. Tiffany was no exception. Her breathing slowed as her lungs drew in deep breaths to counteract the oxygen deficit that had accumulated during her erotic exertion. As a result, her swells rose impressively with every breath, while her still plump nipples - rich as honey and looking just as sweet - pointed straight at the ceiling.

I now detected a new scent mingling and competing with the others already in the room. There's nothing quite like the pheromones of a young woman in heat. And as Tiffany's scent filled my nostrils and the spectacular view of her glowing body filled my vision, I thought I might just be the luckiest guy in the world.

The euphoric teenager eventually roused herself. Having not yet recovered her sense of propriety, and giddy as a little schoolgirl dismissed to go to recess, she let out an unrestrained giggle. She actually giggled! Then, sitting up lazily, she took a deep breath and said, "wow!"

I was used to receiving that kind of reaction from girls after a breast massage and had expected no less from Tiffany. But it was still nice to hear her say it. When she stood up and turned to face me, she did not bother to hide her toplessness. What was the point, after the intimacy we had just shared?

Adopting one of her domineering poses, she stood with her legs apart and one hand on her cocked hip. She looked down her nose with one of her patented, withering gazes of judgement. The effect was dulled somewhat by her nearly naked appearance and soaked panties.

"Well, well, well. Mike Jenkins, aren't you just full of surprises?" she gushed. I beamed back a huge smile. Justifiably proud of my performance, it did not even occur to me to wonder what came next. Lucky for me, she had a few ideas. Tiffany thought for a second, before making up her mind to reward me for a job well done with a job of her own. But first, she made a confession.

"Honestly, I always thought of you as just some pathetic loser."

Ouch! That one stung. But I knew how she might have come to that conclusion about me. She had only ever seen me in the halls at school. There, I was a perpetually horny, eighth grader who couldn't stop drooling over every girl I passed. Luckily, her confession didn't end there.

"But I have to admit, there's more to you than I first assumed," looking between my legs, she added, "a lot more!"

Her double-entendre was a direct reference to my erection which was still in full force - bobbing erratically and trying its damnedest to break through the thin material of my boxer shorts.

"Your sister was right. You really do give the best massages," she admitted, "and I suppose I ought to thank you for being such a nice host this weekend." Then, with a sly smile, she unexpectedly leaned over. My eyes went wide with surprise. All I could focus on were the two, large orbs of forbidden, female flesh, hanging down unabashedly in front of me.

"You know," she continued in a low, seductive voice, her face just inches from mine, "I know how to give massages, too. You appear to have some stiffness that needs to be worked out. I think I know just the thing."

Then, without warning, she eagerly dropped to her knees between my legs and reached for the waistband of my boxers. Before I knew what was even happening, she had pulled them down to my feet, freeing my stiff, sex organ from its prison of cloth.

She did not seem intimidated by my throbbing endowment. But one thing was for sure, with it bobbing excitedly right in front of her face, she didn't have to wonder about its true size anymore. The last thing Tiffany Lennox said before leaning into my lap to give me my very first and one of the most memorable blowjobs of my life, was, "This stays between us, ok? If Bruce ever finds out about it...you're a dead man!"

I gulped but nodded anxiously. Now how the Hell was I supposed to enjoy this after being issued such a threat? But don’t worry. Tiffany was able to solve that riddle with nothing but her tongue!

[student]

Back to hanging us all over the cliff!

Neverdoubted knows how to build tension. Will Mikey black out? Will Mikey wonder if this were all a dream? Will Mikey convince us readers that he doesn't really know?

Or will Goosey walk in at the last moment? Worse--Mom!

[Kazu]

Lucy would really be running low on options if that were to happen, though she might find some more willing participants within the cheerleading team with Tiffany's testimony.

But would Mikey be willing to call it complete at this point?