Part 9: Saturday

Chapter Thirty-Five

Jared

I did go to sleep pretty quickly that night. I really was exhausted. When I woke up the next morning, at about seven-thirty, all the ol' doubt crept back in.

My fucking insecurities. Damn them. Well, I guess you can't just make them go away overnight.

I don't know. I really didn't mind that she was with Ed yesterday-at least at the time. Now, I didn't know what to think. It's the ol' "well, if I let her do this, what if she finds something better" bullshit. I dunno, maybe it's because we didn't make love last night and Ed was the last person she was with. But, hell, that was my decision. And the reason I gave her was the real reason-I was bushed.

So, I'm sitting in bed, mulling this over, when there's a knock at my door.

"Honey, you up?" Mom asked me.

"Sure."

"OK. Wait there." Huh? So, I waited, and a couple minutes later, in walks Amanda.

"Hi, sweetie!"

I laughed. "What are you doing here?"

"It's eight o'clock. Time for your wakeup call." She leaned down and kissed me.

"Nice wakeup call," I laughed.

"Glad you liked it. You know what? Sleeping alone last night sucked."

"Tell me about it," I said.

"So, you know, next best thing." She sat on the edge of my bed. I sat up next to her.

"Boxer shorts, huh?" she asked.

"Well, you're fully dressed. I haven't seen you like that in a while."

She giggled. "That's because I want to do this in private, for once." Her voice got all low and breathy. "Jared, would you please undress me?"

Damn, she gets good ideas. I undressed her. I took my sweet time doing it, too. My hands were all over her as I peeled off her clothes. When I was done, she reached for my boxers and pulled them off.

"Have you had your shower yet?" she asked.

"No."

"Let's go."

She led me into the bathroom. "First things first," I said, and headed towards the toilet.

"No. Not yet." She opened the shower curtain and stepped in. She didn't turn the water on, but lay down at the bottom of the tub. "You need to go, I want you to go right here."

Gulp. When she talked about it yesterday, I didn't think she was serious. So, that's what I said. "Are you serious?"

"You betcha. This is fantasy day. I want it, give it to me."

So, I did. I stepped into the shower, and started peeing on her. Right at her boobs. "All over me." So I went up and down. I got it all over her boobs, in her face, in her hair-and then she opened her mouth! All over her legs, her pussy, by the time I was done-this was a first-thing-in-the-morning piss, remember-she was covered in it. And she was gasping and writhing. God, she was turned on. To my surprise, I was, too.

"Turn the water on," she gasped in a throaty whisper. I did. "Help me up." I helped her get to her feet. The shower water was mixing with the pee as it ran off her. She maneuvered us so she was standing with her back at the far end of the shower. She grabbed my dick. "Bend your knees a little, crouch down some." Absolutely mesmerized, I did everything she asked me to. I bent my knees. She grabbed my dick, and I saw that now-with my knees bent a little-it lined up. "Push," she said. I pushed. I slid up inside her-that piss bath turned her on incredibly, she was sopping wet-and was all the way in in a flash.

I couldn't help but think that this would be a bit easier if we were closer to the same height-I had a few inches on her-because I was crouched down in a less-than-perfectly-comfortable position. But my sweetie had other ideas. She wrapped her arms around my neck. "Put your hands on my hips," she told me. I did, and then she said, "Now, unbend your knees. Stand up."

Oh my fucking head. I stood up, and she came right off the ground. When I got to my full height, her feet were dangling four inches off the ground. Her eyes were closed, and she was already gasping-and her pussy was like a vice on my dick. I couldn't believe it. I was holding her off the ground by only her arms around my neck and my dick in her pussy, and by her being up against the wall. Then she wrapped her legs around my hips and hooked her feet together behind my ass. She was completely off the ground. Then she kissed me-the wildest, most animalistic kiss you've ever seen.

"Oooooonnnnngggggg," she purred after she broke this kiss. "This feels... indescribable." Then she grinned at me. "Am I too heavy for you?"

I grinned back and responded by pulling away from the wall. She dangled in midair, held off the ground by my dick. What a feeling. "OH JESUS!" she yelled as she realized that she wasn't up against the wall anymore. I had no leverage, of course, but I managed a couple of little thrusts into her. "Too heavy? No I don't think so," I said. She giggled in between moans. "However, I don't think I can keep that up forever," and moved her back up against the wall. When I got her pinned again, I started thrusting as hard as I could. Not very hard, in that position, but enough, apparently-because she went wild. Her eyes opened wide, and little animalistic moans were coming out of her mouth. Every time I pulled out, she slipped a little, so not only was I driving into her, I was driving her back up. She went nuts. I did, too-despite the awkwardness of the position, this was fantastic. I felt like I was fucking her into orbit.

I knew I was close, and knew she was, too, so I went for the clincher-I leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe. She screamed, and then exploded-and I went right with her. She slipped off my softening dick, and lowered herself to the ground.

She started to say something, but I shook my head and put my finger to my lips. She looked at me quizzically, but smiled. I grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning her off. She got the message and started doing the same to me.

When we were done, I silently shut the water off, stepped out, held out a hand for Amanda to come out, and handed her a towel. Grabbing another one, I started drying her off. She took hers and returned the favor. As I had hoped, her washing and drying my nether regions had gotten me hard again.

She turned to me and smiled, again about to say something, but I put my finger to my lips again. Stepping over to her, I crouched, aimed, and thrust up into her again, lifting her right off the floor.

That took her right by surprise. "AYYYYEEEEEEE!" she yelled, and quickly grabbed around my neck as she came off the floor, impaled on my dick, in the middle of the bathroom. "OH FUCK JARED!" she screamed as she held on for dear life. I grabbed her ass, and she wrapped her legs around behind me again. Then, with her holding on for dear life, I started walking from the bathroom to my bedroom.

It was fantastic. Every step I took, she bounced-driving my dick deeper into her. She was damn near incoherent. She moaned and gasped with every step. I got to the bedroom and, expecting my legs to give out sooner or later, went over to the bed. But I didn't get on it. I wanted to keep this up as long as I could. So, I stood there, in the middle of the room, not even against a wall, and bounced her up and down on me. I used my hands on her ass to lift her off and then bring her back down. She went almost as soon as we got into the bedroom, and then started climbing again. "Oh... my... fuck... Jared!" she howled. "Fuck! Fuck!" and she went again. After that, as I kept bouncing her, she was just babbling.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, so I lowered her to the bed-still in her-before my legs collapsed. The good part was that she was pretty much in continuous orgasm mode by the time my legs gave out, so I just kept driving into her. Since I had just cum, I figured I could go for a while, until, in the midst of her moaning and babbling, she returned the favor. She nibbled my earlobe.

Sha-ZAM!

Now I know why she liked it so much!

Afterwards, I slipped out of her and crawled up next to her, hoping I'd get feeling back in my legs sometime soon. And she was spent. Her breath came out in raspy wheezes, and she was covered in sweat-right after having taken a shower, for goodness' sake. Finally, she calmed down, looked over at me, and said, "Am I alive?"

"I think so," I giggled.

"My oh my oh my. That was... oy."

"When we were in the shower, I figured out I could probably hold you like that, away from any walls, for a little while-but I needed firmer footing than I could get in a shower. I was afraid I'd slip and we'd go down in a heap. So I figured that we'd try it outside the shower."

"You could've warned me."

"And miss the look on your face when I lifted you off the ground with my dick? Perish the thought."

"Oh Jesus," she laughed. "You almost gave me a heart attack. I'm standing there, and the next thing I know a telephone pole is slamming into my pussy and throwing me into the air. I couldn't believe it."

"And you loved every minute of it," I laughed.

"Yeah," she admitted. "That was something else. Except I really should take another shower. I'm all sweaty. But I suppose it'll go away."

"At least we got the pee off," I laughed.

She got a strange look on her face. "That was really weird," she said. "I actually tried that as kind of a lark. It didn't disgust me or anything, so I figured, what the hell. What I wasn't prepared for was just how much it turned me on. I mean, it was something." She sighed. "And, I have to admit, I really surprised myself by drinking it. I didn't plan that. It was an impulse."

"How was it?"

"Not as bad as you'd guess," she said with a little smile. "Not something you'd want to drink to quench your thirst or anything-it's really bitter and salty-but not as bad as you'd think."

"I have to admit, I didn't think I'd be turned on by it at all," I told her. "I was wrong."

"It's that whole intimacy thing," she said.

"Yeah. I guess letting your boyfriend use you as his toilet is pretty intimate."

She laughed, and then got serious. "This isn't a test or a challenge or anything, it's just curiosity. Would you ever do it?"

Well, that was a question, wasn't it? "I have to think about that one."

"Fair enough."

"I'm so glad you came over this morning," I told her.

"I know you are," she giggled.

"No, not just that. I was having a freak-out moment when I woke up this morning."

"About?"

"Us."

Her face fell. "Uh-oh. What I did in the locker room yesterday? You did give me permission."

"Yes, I did. Absolutely, I did. I'm not blaming anyone for my stupid insecurities except myself. I didn't mind it when you did it. I didn't mind it after you did it. It caught up with me this morning."

"Jared, listen to me. I love you. Not anybody else, you. Remember what your Mom said-good sex is better than no sex? But great sex is better than good sex? What I had with Ed yesterday was good sex. What we just did just now wasn't just great sex, it was stupendous sex." She took a breath. "I told you I talked to my Mom yesterday. This was one of the things we talked about. She says-and I agree with her-that the problem is that my sexuality woke up, and I fell in love, all at the same time. She said that if I had spent the last two years picking up Maggie's leftovers, I'd be more ready for you."

"Your Mother said that?"

"Like I said, it was a fantastic talk. She doesn't hate sex, it's guilt-and she thinks she passed that guilt on to me and prevented me from discovering my sexuality earlier. And now I'm getting flooded with it. And falling in love at the same time."

"I guess that's where my insecurities come from. Why are discovering your sexuality and falling in love not the same thing? I guess I know the answer to that, though. Like I said, they're my damn insecurities. You fucked Ed yesterday because I wasn't there. But the insecure part of me keeps yelling 'You're inadequate! You're inadequate!'"

"Oh, Jared, NO! Fuck that. Listen, I also told my mother that if this ever came in conflict, I would become monogamous so fast it'd make your head spin. Full stop, no regrets. So, maybe we should stop talking about this and just do it. It's fine, really."

"No, it's not," I told her, "because there's something else there. It's not just because I can't always be around. I know you were needy yesterday, but there's another reason you fucked Ed."

"There's two other reasons. One was that you gave me permission. It made it better-the sex with Ed, I mean. It was better because I had your permission. I can't explain that, but it's there."

"Damn. Now I feel like an ass even bringing this up," I said with dismay.

"No. Don't. We have to discuss these things. My relationship with you is the important thing here. Anyhow, I said there were two reasons. The second one is this." She pointed to her breast. "I have discovered that, deep inside here, is a slut." I tried to say something, but she cut me off. "No. I'm serious. There's a complete wanton harlot slut part of my personality that, since I was suppressing my sexuality, I never knew about. That's why Mom said it would be easier if I had slept with half of Westport High before I met you. Look, it's not all about other people." She smiled at me. "Getting peed on is pretty slutty, even if your boyfriend does it, and even if your boyfriend is the only person you'd ever think about doing it with-which is the truth, by the way." She sighed again. "But, yeah, there's a slut in here. Maggie Benson's kindred spirit is buried in here somewhere. Look, Jared, this is what it comes down to. I think about when I'm forty and sitting on a porch swing watching my four kids run around. I absolutely know, deep in my gut, no matter what happens, that I'm going to be sitting next to you. No doubt in my mind. That's the important part. But the other part-less important, but it's still there-is that I don't want to be sitting on that porch swing saying 'what if?' and wondering what I missed."

I couldn't help but smile. "Four kids?"

She grinned back. "That sound all right with you?"

"Perfect," I admitted. "You know what? When you put it that way, you're right. Just keep reminding my stupid insecurities about the porch swing and the four kids, and I'll be fine. Because, you're right. This is the time in our lives to get wild. It's kind of what you said about planning for the future-but having fun today, too. I don't mind having fun now-but I don't want to screw up my future. And that means I don't want to screw up us-because you're in my future, too."

"That's so sweet. However, we have one other problem that's not helping all this, and I don't know if you see it yet. There's an inequity."

"An inequity?"

"Yeah. Don't you have any wild oats? It's all been one-sided so far. You talk like you'd go for some fooling around, but you haven't."

"No opportunity," I said honestly. "Yeah, thinking about it, I do have some wild oats. That whole fantasy thing of yours. Hey, I would be fucking someone else, even if you were there, right?"

"Yeah. That's what I mean. I think there's a doubt in your mind, even if it's a tiny one, that I can fuck someone else and still be in love with you. I think that doubt would be dispelled if you fucked someone else." She took a deep breath. "I want to go to the party tonight. And go in the Orgy Room."

"OK." I said. She beamed at me.

"That reminds me, yesterday you said you had an idea about that whole me-watching thing."

"Yeah. Allie."

"Allie?"

"If she'd agree to let me fuck her-well, wouldn't it even be better if you got to watch me fuck her while she was eating you out?"

"Oh my God, my nipples just crinkled."

"That's what I thought," I laughed.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Amanda

Well, at least that discussion ended well. But I kept thinking that it would've been just easier to dismiss it. Say, that's it, it's over, you're all I want. Look, it really wouldn't have been that difficult. I do love him. The sex with him is miles better than with anyone else-I'm talking about fucking, or fingering, or whatever. Getting a good wet kiss from him is more thrilling than getting fucked by Ed-and that's no slight on Ed, he knows what he's doing. It's just that whole emotional intimacy thing. And I wasn't lying when I said that him giving permission made it more thrilling. And, no, I can't explain it. I hadn't told him yet about my ultimate fantasy-me getting nailed with him watching. Actually, holding my hand. That gets me wet just thinking about it.

Anyhow, we seemed to have settled it for now, and we went upstairs. Tina was teasing us about actually wearing clothes. Mrs. Wicklow was making breakfast, and, since I hadn't had any, I accepted her offer to join them. Then we kind of hung around for awhile, chatting about this and that, until it was time to head to the football field.

We walked, clothed, planning on taking our clothes off at the back entrance. But then I got a brainstorm. I told it to Jared, and he immediately grinned, and agreed.

So, when we got to the back entrance, we walked in, still wearing clothes. Jared bought his ticket-cheerleaders don't have to pay to get in, after all-and we entered. The game was still a half hour away, so the stands weren't completely full-but they were filling fast, and there were quite a few people there.

We walked in, and started walking onto the field. Mr. Tilling spotted us, and yelled out, "Hey, The Program's still going on, you know! You two are in violation!"

"Give us a minute!" I yelled. He looked at me quizzically. I just smiled at him, and Jared and I waltzed out to the fifty-yard line, smack in the middle of the field.

And proceeded to undress one another. Right there, in front of all those people.

It was great. We figured this was going to be our last opportunity to do that, so we figured we'd do it right. It took a few minutes for most of the crowd to figure out what was happening-but we took it nice and slow, and they caught on. And started whooping and cheering. Instead me doing him first, or him doing me, we took turns. And made sure we took our damn sweet time doing it. And we hung all over each other. It was great. And Jared, in a brainstorm of his own, provided the finishing touch. The last thing to come off was my panties-and, instead of just letting them drop in a heap with the rest of our clothes, Jared took them off me, walked over to the stands, and chucked 'em! My boyfriend threw my panties into the crowd at a football game. How cool is that?

And, since those were the ones I was wearing on the way to Jared's-and I was horny as hell on the way to Jared's-they were not clean. That made it even better.

Slut. I'm telling you. Complete slut.

Anyhow, he went to the stands, and I went to do my cheerleading thing. It was fine, we won, and my boobs didn't hurt too much after bouncing them around for four quarters. Afterwards, we grabbed Allie and told her about the party. She got a little glimmer in her eye, and agreed to come.

We left the game, went to Jared's and ate. Didn't bother putting any clothes on, what was the point?

Then we headed to the party.

Allie met us in front of the house, and we all went in together. We stayed in the main party room for a while, eating and mingling, then we decided it was time. I went to ask Allie.

"Allie, we're going in the orgy room. Want to come?"

"I don't know," she said shyly. "I do but I don't"

"Jared and I want you to come. Look, we have a fantasy. And you're in it."

"I am?" she squeaked.

"Yeah. Well, the original fantasy was that I wanted to watch Jared fuck someone else. After what happened yesterday, we changed it. I want to watch Jared fuck you, while you eat my pussy."

"Oh, God, I just got wet," she moaned.

"Then let's go," I said.

"Wait a minute. Let me think about this one for a minute. Look, the thought excites me, obviously-but Jared's kind of big. That's a little frightening. I'm no virgin, but I've never had anyone as big as Jared."

"He's big, Allie, but he's gentle. Don't forget, he was my first. And it didn't hurt."

"Yeah," she said.

"And he is really good at getting you all worked up."

She giggled. "OK. The thought of him in me and you on top of me really makes me wet, I have to admit."

"Let's go." We walked into the orgy room. Allie, as required, took off her clothes once we got in. I was all set on that score. As was Jared, who was waiting for us.

The orgy room was one big huge room surrounded by smaller ones. Some action took place in the big room, but not much. Most of it was in the smaller rooms. You could have an open room or a closed room-there were doors. The whole setup was made for this kind of thing. The people who owned the house-Jimmy Smith's parents, Jimmy was our ace running back-were into orgies. And they didn't mind letting the kids have the house once a week. It wasn't what you might think of as a wild party-drugs and booze were expressly forbidden. Nope, in the main party room, there was just food and cokes, good music, and good friends. And, in the back room, there was sex-and lots of it.

"Hey, look who actually came to the orgy!" I heard a voice yell out. It was, of course, Maggie. "Amanda Frazier, you're a slut!"

"Damn right she is!" It was Jared.

Maggie came up to us. "So, Jared, if you're girlfriend's planning on playing the slut for the evening, does that mean I'm gonna get a crack at that big boy of yours?"

"Play your cards right and we'll see," Jared said. "Right now, we have a previous engagement." And we lead an embarrassed-looking Allie to an empty room, and closed the door.

As in all the rooms, there was a bed, and a few couches and chairs. There was also condoms, sex toys, lube, all that stuff. We led Allie over to the bed.

"I want to do this, guys, but I'm nervous. About your size, Jared."

"I'll be careful. I'll also make sure you're ready," he said.

"OK," she said nervously.

"First off, do we need those?" Jared asked her, pointing to the condoms.

"No," she smiled. "I'm protected."

Jared smiled, and then pushed her down onto the bed. He lied down next to her, looked up at me with a little grin, and went right for the boob.

I grinned back. I sat down on the bed on the other side of her, and watched him go to town-and watched her fully enjoy it. Which she did. And I knew it, I'd been on the receiving end of his tittie ministrations, so I knew he was good at it.

That's when I lost my mind. I was sitting there, watching them, and I lost my mind.

I had never been interested in a girl, sexually or romantically. I'd never fooled around with other girls, at all. And, yeah, I knew Allie would be eating me out at some point in the festivities, but that was different. I wasn't going to actually be doing anything myself-it was just another tongue on me, right? But I sat there, watching them, and watching her writhe underneath my boyfriend's talented tongue. And I looked at her lips, and... I don't know. I went with it.

I leaned over, and I kissed her.

WOW. She opened her eyes in surprise, but then closed them again, and returned the kiss. And it was... unbelievable. I couldn't believe how different it was than kissing Jared. Not better, not worse, just different. Her lips were soft, and warm, and open, and she was moaning in my mouth.

I could tell, somehow, that Jared had stopped nibbling on her boob, and had looked up. I couldn't really see him, so I could only imagine the shock. But I didn't stop and look, or say anything to him, because I didn't want to stop kissing Allie. I just didn't. Then I felt her tense up again, and heard the little sucking sounds, so I knew he was back at her boob. And, then, I felt his hand-running gently, lovingly, up and down my thigh and butt.

I can't tell you how much I loved him at that moment.

I felt him moving, and I could tell he had left her boob and was kissing down her stomach. And he positioned himself between her legs and zeroed in on her with his tongue. I could tell when he hit paydirt, because she gasped and almost swallowed my tongue.

I moved a little so that I was lying next to her, stretched out. We kept kissing, and I moved my hand, and settled it on her boob. I'd touched myself, but this was different. Her nipples were rock-hard, and I felt them get harder under my hand. And then her hand was on my boob. And that was really different, too. It was gentle and fluttering and quite wonderful. I couldn't believe it. And her other hand was stroking my hair. This was a full-blown make-out. I was actually making out with another girl-and we were feeling one another up-and, all the while, my boyfriend was eating her out.

Then, she broke the kiss. "Jared, now," she hissed. "I'm running like a river. I'm never going to get any readier than this." Then she looked up at me, her eyes shining. "You, I want on top of me."

I grinned back, and moved to straddle her. I put my knees around her head, and she put her hands on my hips, and gently pulled me down to her. I looked up-at Jared. I grinned at him. He smiled back, big and wide. I could tell he was OK-really OK-with what I had just done. He was also turned on beyond belief, big surprise. He was rubbing his dick up and down her pussy. I leaned forward a little, resting on my hands, so my head was just about above Allie's bellybutton. Which gave me an unbelievable view. I watched as my boyfriend's dick disappeared, inch by inch, into Allie's pussy. It was fantastic. Allie must have thought so, too, because she was screaming. Into my pussy. And not in pain, either. She took him all without a problem. When he started thrusting in and out of her, she grabbed my hips and slammed my pussy into her face.

As a complete feeling of peace and building ecstasy started to build over me, I shifted a bit. I lowered my head so that it was resting gently on her stomach, near the bottom, right above her pussy. I swear I could feel, under my cheek, Jared's dick moving in and out of her body. There we were-her tongue on my pussy, my head on her stomach, my boyfriend's dick in her-and then I felt Jared's hand gently stroking my forehead. It was unbelievable-- that's when I came. Jared stroking my forehead, that's what sent me over.

I was completely floating on air-and completely stunned. Meanwhile, Allie went, I could feel her stomach muscles clenching under my face. Jared was still going strong, Allie was still nibbling away at my pussy-as I hovered on the brink of another one-and I was just stunned... My head was swimming at this point.

My head wasn't the only thing swimming, because Allie's wonderful tongue on my pussy was sending me to heaven again. Jared's dick in her pussy was sending her the same place. We went damn near simultaneously.

It wasn't long before we started to build again. I was just floating. Unfortunately, Jared had reached his limit. I didn't blame him. He'd been going for some time. He screamed and poured himself into her. I swear I felt that, too.

As Jared slipped out of her, she kept up on my pussy, but it was weak. I had been close to another one, but so had she, and now she wasn't getting any attention.

Did I? Yes, I did. I lowered my face into her pussy, and started working at it with my tongue. She jumped in surprise, and then started moaning and going to town again.

I couldn't believe it-I was actually having a raucous 69 with another girl-and, don't forget, I happened to be sucking my boyfriend's cum out of her pussy-and I was on cloud nine. Then Jared clinched it. He had lay down next to us. Then I felt his hands. One slipped between our writhing bodies, and I felt his knuckles brush my stomach as he clenched Allie's boob. And his other hand-he started running gently, softly, lovingly up and down my side.

That was it. That was the absolute ultimate. Here I was, doing things that I'd never even imagined doing, and every time my brain started screaming "what are you doing?!?!?" Jared had touched me. Stroking my forehead, my ass, now rubbing up against my side. Just little gentle touches. He hadn't touched me in lust yet during this. No, they were little touches that said, "I love you. It's OK."

I almost cried. I think a little part of me inside did cry. The rest of me came. It was glorious. Then I watched Allie go over herself-little bits of Jared's cum squirted out with every pussy clench, now that was interesting-and we all collapsed in a heap.

I couldn't speak. I had no idea what to say. I don't think any of us could speak for a while. Then, Allie did.