Chapter 9

Lily stood in front of the mirror, examining her outfit for the eve. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a white blouse, in an attempt to look the part of “slutty schoolgirl”. Her brow furrowed as she looked at where her cleavage was meant to be bursting out of her top; her tits were certainly large, but she was sure they’d been larger earlier in the day.

She turned around and as she looked at her long, stocking-clad legs, her smile soon returned. The heels she was wearing didn’t really match the rest of her outfit, but she couldn’t imagine anyone complaining, especially if they ran their hand up her white stockings and got to discover she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the skirt ... Her grin faded at the thought. Odd. All day, she’d been getting wet just at the idea of getting felt up by a college boy, but now as she looked at herself and pictured it happening, it wasn’t nearly as appealing ... maybe it was just nerves, or maybe ... Did she even want to go?

Yes, she told herself. I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I can’t let a few butterflies stop me from my ... from my first time. Lily paused, confused. Her first time? She’d had her first time a few years ago - it had been with ... well, she couldn’t remember the guy’s name, but it had been ... he had ... She blinked twice and tried to focus. She’d definitely had sex before. Definitely. But something about tonight felt special, felt ... hot.

Of course, she thought, a broad smile suddenly coming across her face. Tonight will be my first time ... with a college boy. Before she could talk herself out of it again, she stepped out the door, and started heading to the college party.

Meanwhile, just a few blocks away, Duncan was also checking out his reflection. His short brown hair was newly trimmed, his button-up shirt was freshly ironed. He looked good - possibly, if he was being honest, like he was trying slightly too hard, but he hoped Nicolette would somehow find it attractive.

Of course, he thought, it’s hard to say what a girl would like. If I were her, I’d go for a man who wasn’t afraid to show off his muscles, his chest-hair ... a man who knew he was a man, and showed it off at any opportunity. And I’d want to know if he found me sexy ... maybe if he wore tight pants for his cock to strain against when he got hard, just waiting for me to drop to my knees in front of him and free it, take it into my mouth and show him how much I appreciated him... Duncan stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, lost in a reverie. When he came to, his eyes snapped down to the outline of his erection, barely showing through his dark black pants.

Perfect, he thought with a smile. I’m ready. By chance, Duncan left his house at the exact time Lily stepped out of hers. Without even knowing it, the two childhood friends had the same plans for the evening: Their first time.

When Duncan arrived to pick her up, Nicolette’s smile was tinged with more than a little nervousness. The longer she’d paced up and down her room waiting for Duncan to pick her up, the worse she’d felt.

What she’d done with Lily in the locker room, she knew that was wrong. She’d known it even as it was happening ... but for some reason, she’d been completely unable to resist. The red-headed nerd had some sort of power over her. As soon as they’d been alone, they’d pressed their naked bodies against each other, intent on getting each other off.

But there’s nothing wrong with that, she’d repeated to herself over and over, while trying to pick an outfit for her date with Duncan. When women are alone, they can use each other to get off; no problem. But Nicolette’s house was more than half a mile from the school, and so the counsellor’s instructions were fading. What had seemed so certain earlier in the day now felt ... off. What had been a sexy, natural act was now a sin, she was sure of it.

And, worst of all, she was keeping it from Duncan - from her boyfriend. No, even worse than that, they were going to ... they were going to make love. She was going to give her virginity up! And why?

So she could go forth and malt- ... multiply. So she could do God’s work and have children. The more she dwelled on the thought, the more the idea frightened her. She was still a teenager - she was still in high school! She wasn’t ready to have children, not with Duncan ... not with anyone.

And yet, for reasons she couldn’t explain, the idea of going out and getting knocked up by a stranger got her wet. The thought of fucking everyone in school who would take her, getting filled up by the semen of a dozen different students (or teachers!) was incredibly erotic, and even as she knew how wrong it all was ... it all felt very, very right.

Earlier in the day, everything had been so sure. Now, she felt like Satan himself had reached inside her head and tainted her thoughts.

When the horn honked, Nicolette took a deep breath. Duncan was a good guy. She’d go to the hotel with him, explain how she was feeling ... and he’d understand.

She was going to get out of losing her virginity. A small part of her was saddened by that, but as soon as she made the decision, the rest of her felt relieved.

Duncan’s was nervously chatting to her smiling mother as she descended the stairs - her parents trusted her when she said she was going to “come home late”. The plan was to get dropped off early in the morning and sneak in before they awoke.

Her mother’s smile dropped when she saw what Nicolette was wearing - a red dress showing off her long, tanned legs, and more than a hint of cleavage. To her credit, however, she didn’t say anything as Nicolette crossed the room, gave her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, and held his hand as they slowly walked down the driveway toward his car.

The college party was loud - louder than Lily had expected. As soon as she stepped through the door, a lot of male attention came her way - two teenage girls at a mostly-male party was sure to attract some notice.

At school, Lily’s enthusiasm had been contagious; while she’d had the restraint to avoid mentioning her sexual plans to Brandi, it hadn’t taken much for her to convince the Protector to join her that night.

The party was even further from the school than Lily’s house, and as they travelled, her boobs had been slowly shrinking, filling out her white blouse less and less as they approached the frat house.

As well as that, her enthusiasm had started waning. Earlier that morning, all Lily had been able to thinking about was how great her night was going to be. There would be boys, she’d get to look hot, she’d probably end up taking a few of them on ... it was going to be a good time all ‘round.

Walking through the door, however, the last of her confidence disappeared. Looking around, she didn’t focus on the boys she’d been so excited to see ... instead, her attention was drawn to the handful of college girls at the party, looking at her with a patronizing smile.

They looked like they were all blonde bombshells - tall, tanned, and with tits which put Lily’s to shame. One girl was wearing nothing more than a bikini top and a pair of white denim shorts, and Lily’s heart sank as she realized she couldn’t compete.

Brandi, meanwhile, was shocked and bewildered. When Lily had said there was a party on, she’d been expecting a typical high school event - music, dancing, and teens sneaking off into bedrooms, sure, but this ... this was something else.

As soon as she’d entered the party, her heightened sense of smell was overwhelmed by the scent of cheap beer and frat-boy sweat. Lily dragged her into the kitchen and Brandi saw two people sharing a pot cigarette, and a few others taking what she could only assume was LSD.

“Lily,” she said in a worried tone, “what are we doing here?”

“Let’s just try to have a good time, okay?” her friend replied with a forced smile, and stepped forward to do exactly that.

Nicolette lay on the bed, wearing nothing more than the sexy lingerie she’d picked out that morning. Things had changed so quickly ... The hotel was in the centre of town, just a few blocks from the school. Duncan had organized for them to have dinner at the hotel first, and Nicolette chewed her lip as he drove, trying to work out the best time to tell him.

As the car got nearer, however, Nicolette’s worries had started slipping away.

Her mind kept running through what she and Lily had done in the locker room earlier in the day ... but as they approached the hotel, she stopped feeling guilty about her actions, and started remembering the tactile details. The tingling feeling she’d had when Lily ran her hands up and down Nicolette’s naked back, the soft feeling of Lily’s lips against hers.

Nicolette wasn’t a lesbian, she was sure of that. As much as she’d enjoyed the sensation of being with another woman, she couldn’t wait to see how it felt to do something similar with a man. And what a man - Duncan was masculine, muscled, and Nicolette knew once she got him in the bed, she’d be able to switch on his dominant side as well.

She didn’t just want to make love with Duncan - she wanted to be taken. She wanted Duncan to take ownership of her, use her for his pleasure, and ultimately fill her up with his precious semen ... And so when they’d entered the hotel, Nicolette had suggested they skip dinner. “We can order room service,” she growled into Duncan’s ear, reaching down and grabbing his crotch - she wanted to make sure there was absolutely no confusion as to what she was there for.

Duncan had gulped and agreed, and as they’d gotten to their room, Nicolette had practically ripped off her clothes. She was about to beg Duncan to make a woman out of her when he explained he needed to use the bathroom. He’d been there for some time - but fortunately, after her visit to the counsellor that morning, Nicolette had discovered a new way to entertain herself ... With a smile, the young cheerleader rolled over on the bed, and two of her fingers drifted between her legs as she tried to emulate what Mr. Foster had shown her earlier in the day.

Not long now, she told herself. Just a little bit longer...

Inside the bathroom, Duncan was in criss.

He wanted to fuck Nicolette - he knew he did. He’d wanted it for months. But as he stood under the fluorescent lights of the hotel bathroom, butt-naked, cock in one hand, he was completely unable to get it up.

Come on, he said to his own phallus. She’s out there. She’s waiting for us. It’s what we’ve wanted for as long as we’ve known her ... what’s the hold-up? With a great deal of effort, he was able to plump his thick black cock up slightly, but at the thought of what he was about to do - go back into the bedroom and make love to his girlfriend - it deflated immediately. He tried thinking about other girls he knew - Brandi, Lily, even the surprisingly-cute hotel clerk who’d checked them in ... but no matter how depraved his fantasies got, he couldn’t even achieve half-mast.

What’s wrong with me? he thought. I haven’t felt quite right, not since I saw the counsellor... As an image of the counsellor and his enormous manhood appeared in Duncan’s head, he gasped. His own cock had immediately plumped, and within a few seconds, the erection he’d been struggling to achieve for the past few minutes was in his hand, ready to go.