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Half Step

Copyright© 2020 by Tom Hayden

Chapter 2

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - David stumbles upon a demonic ritual in the forest near his hometown. He rescues the girl and gets a reward. Unfortunately it isn't a reward that he knows how to use and brings with it myriad complications. Join David as he navigates the end of High School, his new abilities, and maybe even gets the girl. English is my first (and only) language. Please be understanding about grammatical and other mistakes. They are the result of our outstanding public education system.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Magic   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   School   Demons   Polygamy/Polyamory   Slow  

Monday morning, I woke up with a hardon that wouldn’t quit. I vaguely remembered some kind of erotic dream I was having before my alarm went off but it upon waking it was so indistinct that I couldn’t picture who was in it or what we were doing. It took forever to go down enough for me to take my morning piss. I grabbed my bookbag as well as my cleats and gear for soccer practice after school and headed out the door. The old hardtop jeep dad bought me when I turned 16 and got my license took me through my usual drive-through for coffee and a muffin which I ate in the parking lot of the High School.

When I was done, I collected my trash and bookbag and headed to the front door. The cheerleaders and hardcore jocks, mostly football players, had a picnic table in the shade of a large tree claimed like usual. I didn’t care for them as they mostly acted like pretentious assholes but they weren’t really invested enough in anyone to be true bullies. Sara must have seen me arrive as she broke away from the group to meet me. She just about leaped at me for a hug once she got into range and I wrapped my arms around her as well to keep us from falling.

Sara’s a tall girl, about 5’9” or so. I’m six or seven inches taller so with her arms around my neck and mine around her slim waist her feet were left dangling. Her breath was soft on my neck and I could feel her well formed breasts pressed against my chest. She smelled wonderful with her arms around me. Spicy and sweet, almost like a frosted cinnamon roll that had just come out of the oven. We must have held each other for fifteen or twenty seconds before I felt her embrace relax and I gently let her down.

“I wanted to say thank you again Dave” said Sara.

“It’s no problem. I’m glad I was there.”

“Well, I owe you. If you ever need my help please let me know.”

“You got it” I responded. She gave me another hug, quick this time and punctuated it with a kiss on the cheek. The wonderful scent she was emitting got stronger and I had trouble letting her go. Something about that smell made me want to keep ahold of Sara and pull her closer if possible. I was slightly dazed because of it as I finished making my way into the main school building where my first class was.

At first I thought Sara was following me as I would occasionally come across the same smell. I never really found the sources of the scent but it was making me kind of hungry even though I had just eaten. I made it to class, Physics first this morning, and sat at my assigned table. Mrs. Smith had assigned lab partners and mine was already at our table when I got there. Allison was reading some novel by H. Beam Piper with cats on the cover while she waited for class to start. I wasn’t sure she even hit five feet and she always seemed a bit aloof to me. I don’t think she did it to be mean but I always got the impression that she had something better to do than converse with me or anyone. On the other hand, she always did her part of any group or paired assignments we had shared which was more I could say for many of our peers.

“Good morning” I offered when I sat next to her. Allison smelt enticingly spicy sitting next to me and I had to hold myself back from leaning into her and taking a deep sniff.

“Morning” She mumbled without diverting her attention from the book in front of her.

The rest of the class filed in as the bell soon rang and class started. Today’s lecture was fairly boring, mostly dealing with friction, and I soon found myself focusing on the strange hunger I was feeling. I was usually ok with just my muffin until lunch and I couldn’t figure out why today was different. While I was lost in thought I realized that the enchanting smell coming from Allison was shifting. I began to notice more sugary tones that complemented the freshly snapped cinnamon stick I scented earlier. The hunger I was worrying at seemed to rise in tandem with Allison’s scent until I was surprised that no one else had commented on the smell even though we were in class.

About halfway through the period Allison began fidgeting on her stool. Her slim jean clad legs were crossed but she couldn’t seem to sit still. When I glanced over at her she turned to look at me and I was shocked by what I saw. Her eyes were hooded and slightly glazed while her face, neck, and even upper chest that I could see were glowing pink. I noticed her squeeze her thighs together and her eyelids flutter for just a second. Her lips were moist, as if she had been licking them. I had played bedroom games with a girl or two before but I never came across a picture of arousal as stark as Allison was showing in that classroom.

My response was typical for a teenage boy, I was instantly hard and had to move around a bit myself to get comfortable. As Mrs. Smith droned on the increase in intensity of my hunger as well as the sweet smells coming from Allison accelerated. She now had her palms flat on her thighs and was rhythmically squeezing them together. Her fingers randomly spasmed and she seemed to be struggling to hold them still. Little squeals began sounding and I found myself fascinated by her actions. It wasn’t long until she let out a slightly louder moan and seemed to melt off of her stool.

I quickly reached over and caught Allison before she could hit the floor. She sat there looking dazed and clinging to my arms. The commotion attracted the attention of everyone else in class and Mrs. Smith asked “What’s going on?”

“Allison seems to be feeling poorly and almost fainted” I answered. “Do you think I can help her to the nurse’s office?”

Mrs. Smith walked over and looked down at us. Allison’s flushed face and blank gaze were enough evidence for Mrs. Smith and she agreed to let us go. Allison seemed stable enough sitting on the floor so I quickly stuffed all of her books with mine in my bookbag and slung it over my shoulder. After helping her stand she seemed a touch unsteady but well enough to walk with a bit of help. Throughout all of this I was still sporting an erection that felt like it was going to burst through my pants at any second.

We were most of the way to the nurse, walking in silence, when we passed a set of single person restrooms that are reserved for the teachers and other staff. With surprising strength, Allison pushed me into one of the rooms and locked the door behind her. She turned, placed both hands on my chest and, with a husky voice said “I need you.”

I was still stunned at being virtually tackled into the restroom but the hunger gnawing at me redoubled. “Um” was all I managed to get out as Allison slid her hands down to unbutton then unzip the fly of her jeans. I didn’t know what was going on but I was quite excited by how things seemed to be progressing.

She grabbed one of my hands and slid it down her slightly rounded tummy and into her pale peach colored panties. “Feel me. Feel how wet I am for you.”

The sugary sweet cinnamon smell was almost overpowering and, as my fingers passed through her sparse pubic hair, I was shocked by how wet she was. Even with her earlier orgasm in class she was much more slippery than I would have thought. Of course, my previous experience was fairly limited so what did I know? The tips of my fingers easily parted her outer lips and as my middle and index fingers slid on either side of her engorged clit Allison let out a low moan that was pure music to my ears. Her legs lost strength and I wrapped my free arm around her waist to support her.

She quickly shucked her jeans and panties over her hips and they slid down to pool around her ankles. I continued to slide my fingers through her wet lips, applying pressure on the hard nub between my fingers. Allison’s breath started to become ragged and she sounded frequent low moans. She reached for my jeans next and soon my lower clothing matched hers.

Because of our height difference, I found myself pressed against her abdomen. The feel of her soft skin along the underside of my cock was exquisite. I let out a moan in answer to Allison’s and pulled her tighter against me. Her hands wrapped around my erection and tried to point it down to her dripping opening. She rose up on her toes to try and make the angle work and let out a groan of frustration when we didn’t line up correctly.

By this point I wanted in her as much as she wanted me there. I brought both hands to her hips, picked her up, and spun her around to face the sink. Gentle pressure on her back got Allison to bend over, resting her elbows on the plain white fixture. She rose up on her toes again and with a slight bend of my knees we finally managed to fit together.

Sliding into Allison was the best thing I had ever felt. She was snug and warm, so wet that I smoothly seated myself completely. The low vocalizations Allison was giving off rose in volume and I brought my left hand around to cover her mouth and muffle her. I slowly pulled back until I was barely inside Allison’s wonderful tunnel and then firmly pushed back into her repeatedly. Each thrust wrung another beautiful exclamation from Allison that danced in my ears and fed my hunger for her.

I could finally differentiate what I was feeling. I didn’t need food, I needed Allison. I needed her to cum for me, to cum on me while I filled her. I wrapped my free hand around her waist again, this time resting my index finger directly on Allison’s clit and started quickly moving my hand back and forth. She became rigid at my touch for a few seconds before shaking in orgasm. She pulsed and squeezed around my hardness while pushing up onto her toes again in an attempt to take me as far in as I possible.

Allison’s spasms around me felt even better than sliding into her had and I gloried in the sensations. I paused in my strumming of her clit when she seemed to reach her peak. Her head dropped and I could tell that without me and the sink holding her up she would have collapsed to the floor. I could feel my hunger slightly abate with her orgasm but I still felt famished. Watching the pleasure flow through Allison in made me feel powerful and I wanted more. I began stroking her again, both with my cock inside her and my fingers on her.

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