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Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - The boys at St. Frances Prep have a secret, and Lexi is going to find out what it is - even if that requires hacking, sex, and extortion.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Blackmail School FemaleDom Group Sex Anal Sex First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Day 67 - Monday
August and I made plans for Saturday eventing: hiking and stargazing. Would you believe he has a telescope?
Day 69 - Wednesday
August pulled me away from the crowd between classes so we could talk. “I’m not one to listen to rumors, but this one has me rattled. Lexi, did you and Marcie really go to a college orgy last weekend?”
I gulped. “It wasn’t an orgy. It was a double date - it was supposed to be, anyway - and Marcie’s guy had to back out at the last minute. We sort of improvised.”
August looked at me suspiciously. “You improvised what, exactly?”
“The three of us had sex together.” I said plainly. “I didn’t cheat on you. I had this date with Jeff planned before you ever kissed me. And we’ve never talked about being exclusive.”
August was calm, which surprised me. “Nah, you’re right, we didn’t. But we were damned well heading that way and you know it. I can’t help but feel disappointed.”
I didn’t know what to say. I frowned.
He went on after some thought. “Look, Lexi - I want you to be my girl, and I want to be your guy - your only guy. That’s the only way it can be with me. Are you willing to commit to that?”
“Yes!” I said, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I was relieved that things were still good between us.
Day 71 - Friday
Becca called me out of the blue after school today. She said she had convinced her parents to let us spend time together. We went to the mall and window-shopped and talked. Some of the clothes that she looked at made it clear that she is trying to grow up fast. We talked about boys and relationships. She asked about what had happened between Ethan and me, but I just told her that we had fooled around a little - experimenting.
I parked on the street outside of the Rivers’ driveway when I dropped Becca off: I didn’t want to provoke anyone by getting too close to the house. I was reading a text from Lynn when, to my surprise, the passenger door opened and Ethan got in.
“I’ve been doing some soul searching.” Ethan said. I waited for him to continue. “You were right - I did like it. You didn’t change me - you just revealed some things I didn’t want to face.”
I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. He continued, “I’m not gay. I just like anal stuff. I’ve been experimenting - you know, on my own - and I can’t deny it: it turns me on. Anyway, I just couldn’t face up to it, and I treated you badly. I’m sorry.”
I hugged him.
After a moment, Ethan said, “I miss you giving me orders.”
I don’t know what I was thinking - the urge just hit me. “Close your eyes,” I said authoritatively. He did. I grabbed a fist full of his hair with one hand, and put the other around his throat. I wasn’t hurting him - it was just the illusion of force.
“How does this make you feel?” I asked, still with a stern voice.
“Excited. Scared.” He said. He was starting to get an erection.
“This makes you want to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think that’s something I would do? Let you fuck me?”
“No.”
“Take out your cock,” I ordered. He unzipped and pulled the waistband of his underwear below his balls. I was glancing around making sure we weren’t observed.
“Stroke it.” I told him. He started pumping his dick at a medium-high speed. “Slow down.” “Squeeze your balls” He followed my directions. “You can speed up now.” I tugged and squeezed on his hair and neck slightly, which excited him.
“Do you want to come?” I asked.
“Yessss.”
“Do you think you deserve...” Just then I saw Mr. and Mrs. Rivers walking from their house toward the car at a brisk pace. “Oh crap - your parents are coming - put it away!”
Ethan got zipped up and got out of the car as they approached. I don’t think they saw anything. “Dad, what’s going on?”
Mr. Rivers was angry. “The two of you need to come inside right now.”
No sooner were we inside then Becca charged at me, screaming, “What did you do to my brother!?!” She hit me - probably as hard as she could. Mr. Rivers ordered her to her room.