Chapter 3

Sammi rubbed Brad's cock against her breasts. There was something about male hardness rubbing female softness that just turned her on. With her free hand she cupped his balls, feeling them moving around in their little sack.

Brad began to move, little thrusts up into her hands. She leaned over and kissed the shiny head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum juices. Like a lot of boys his cum seemed bland and a little salty. She dribbled a little spit on him and then took his cock all the way to the back of her mouth.

"Umm, you do that so well," he said. His voice was strained, as if he was fighting to keep control.

She smiled at the compliment and then sucked him even harder. Her hand resumed stroking him, trying to get all of the cum out of him that she could. He smelled of sweat, the sweat of three hours of playing tennis in the hot sun, and the sweat of the warm locker room.

His hand fondled her titties, squeezing them, pinching and tweaking her nipples. They ached from the attention. The two of them didn't have time to screw, but he'd promised to eat her after this blow-job. She was looking forward to that even more than making him cum.

"Ah. Ah-ah." He rubbed his hand through her hair. His cock got harder, and she could feel his balls drawing up as if they were getting ready. She redoubled her efforts, rubbing him against her titties again, first one, then the other.

The head of his cock darkened, his cock swelled and he thrust upward. His mouth opened, the muscles in his neck standing out. His hand clenched her and he came, one long ropy string of cum after another spattering across her face, her hair and her tits. After the first couple of spurts she popped him her mouth, sucking and swallowing as fast as she could.

His cum subsided to a weak dribble, and finally ceased. She let him go and his cock shrank quickly. He lay on the bench with his eyes closed as he fought for breath. Finally, after a couple of minutes of gasping, he drew a deep breath and seemed to relax.

"God, that's so good," he said. He shook his head, his eyes half-focused, his face flushed, and his poor cock lying limp across his leg. "God, Sammi, you know how to take it out of a guy."

"My turn," she said. She scooted over on the bench, opening her legs. He fingered her briefly, running his hand across her tummy and down into the folds of her pussy. He wet his finger before gently rubbing her clit. After a bit he bent down, licking the insides of her thighs before moving on to her pussy.

Sammi sighed happily. He licked her clit while his wet finger slipped into her. She cupped her titties, squeezing her nipples while he finger-fucked her. After a bit she closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure. She really wanted him to screw her, but not here, not in the locker room-it was too uncomfortable and they really didn't have the time to do it properly. She'd have to settle for his fingers rubbing her sensitive flesh while his tongue lapped at her nub.

Cumming was never assured, regardless of what she'd told Jenny. But after being taught how to cum and how to encourage her body to climax, she knew how to catch the feeling and ride it. And she did, biting her lip as the feelings grew sharper and sharper. She tossed and turned, trying to fight it off, trying to prolong the feeling until she couldn't take any more and the feelings overwhelmed her in one heated pulse after another that flowed out through her sex as she came and came and came.

Brad had felt her pussy squeeze his fingers as she came. He smiled at her as he licked her juices from his fingers. Then he kissed her titties, kissed her neck, kissed her mouth. She returned his kisses, wanting him even more, wanting to feel him inside her. But she also knew that wasn't going to happen even though she could see he was hard again.

"Do you have time for a shower?" she asked.

He picked up his watch. "I've still got a few minutes." He helped her to her feet. "My folks won't be here for a bit." He grimaced. "We're going to visit relatives in Zero Phase. We're going to be gone for a whole week."

"Oh, you poor person." She wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're going to be practically bursting by the time you get back."

"Tell me about it. There'll be nothing to do. I know my folks aren't really looking forward to it, either."

"I didn't think people still had relatives outside of the Project."

"More than you think," he said. "Dad has been constantly reminding me that I have to watch what I say when we're there. I'm not supposed to talk much about school, classes or much of anything else. That's going to be hard."

They stepped into the shower. He reached for the faucets. She took his hands and guided them to her breasts instead. He smiled as she started jacking his cock. "You don't need to be walking around with a hard-on the rest of the week," she said as she stroked his cock.

He squeezed her titties and then slipped his fingers down between her legs and began rubbing her gently. "No," he said in a thick voice. "That would be uncomfortable."

His cock came up, and she had a sudden idea. "Just how much time do we have?"

"Um, a few minutes. I thought you didn't want to."

"Not out there," she said, gesturing at the lockers. "The floor's too hard."

"We don't have to lie down," he said huskily, his hands dropping to her waist. "Turn around."

"Like this?" She turned and bent over, leaning against the wall.

"Just like that," he said. He fit the head of his cock against her entrance. He thrust, then thrust again, pushing into her. Sammi bit her lip as he thrust. He felt so big, much bigger than he did in class. He gripped her hips and thrust again. She pushed back against him and slipped a hand down to rub around her clit. This was awkward, but all she could think of was the idea of a quickie in the shower.

She had to bend over a bit more, and then he began to fill her steadily. She braced her arm against the wall while she rubbed herself. Her breasts flopped back and forth each time his stomach slapped into her bottom. She was still a ways from cumming, but from the way he was moving he wasn't. He began to speed up. With a groan he buried himself all of the way in her, his body jerking as he filled her with his jism.

His cock practically fell out of her when he was done. He slumped against the wall, breathing in gasps. "Oh, man," he said, shaking his head. "Oh, man, that was good."

"Glad I could help," Sammi said. She hadn't cum, but for some reason that didn't seem important. "C'mon, we'd better get cleaned up." She got the water going, and after a few seconds he joined her. She glanced at his cock. It was red and hanging straight down. "Turn around, I'll get your back."

They took turns washing and rinsing each other. He concentrated on her pussy, finally kneeling down and licking her clit. It was sudden, and it certainly eased the need she felt. She held him there as his tongue took her higher and higher. She finally convulsed against him, moaning softly as the waves of heat flooded through her.

They managed to finish. Sammi dried off, and wrapped the towel around her hair. She had just gotten back to her locker when she heard a noise behind them.

"There you are," a woman said. Sammi looked over her shoulder. Brad's mother was standing at the end of the aisle talking with her son. Behind them she could see Brad's father and younger sister.

Brad said something and resumed dressing. Sammi sat in front of her locker, watching them while she combed out her hair. She could still feel the pleasant afterglow from their shower, and from the looks he sent her he probably did, too. She pitied Brad; he was going to go a whole week without sex. If that happened to her she'd probably burst.

By the time she finished Brad and his folks were gone. She collected her things and settled in the stands. The sun was warm and while she had her books with her she was a little tired. Getting up early to get here hadn't helped, and she felt like taking a nap.

It had still been dark when she'd caught the early trolley to Terminus, the town with the gate. This was where people met when they were leaving the valley for Zero Phase. Today they weren't, not exactly because they were going to East Valley. There were three valleys, theirs, North Valley, East Valley, where they were going, and the newest valley of the three, South Valley. Unfortunately there wasn't any connection between them in First Phase-that was still being built so they had to enter Zero Phase to get between them.

They all knew about the Gate, of course, but nobody thought about it. Some of the new kids commented about it from time to time, especially if they had moved to Three Valleys from Zero Phase, what they called 1999 America. Some of the kids, like Jenny, seemed bothered by the idea that they were living in another history. Most of the kids didn't think about it-this was how it had always been.

The gate itself looked like a security door, but one you couldn't see through. Sammi felt a slight tingle as she stepped through it. The room on the other side looked just like the one they'd left. Sammi followed the other kids to the front of the building. Most of them were still half-asleep. Mrs. Gresham, their coach, was waiting there for them along with a driver.

It was raining on this side of the gate, a light drizzle that was just enough to keep everything wet. They splashed through the wetness and settled in the bus with a few jokes. People were sleepy and as the bus started everyone settled back in their seats and just vegetated. The bus headed down a narrow, winding road that was flanked by dark trees on each side. They passed through a small town, joining a larger road. Several cars passed them; that told you that you weren't in the Valley any more-people in the Valley used bicycles or the trolley to get around.

After an hour of driving they turned off the main road. It was an ordinary looking side road, and when they approached a sign the driver slowed down. There was a smaller road that looked like it was hardly ever used. It looked so ordinary nobody from Zero Phase would notice a thing. After several turns they stopped at the gate. The driver used a key card and typed something on the pad. After several seconds the gate swung open. Just beyond the gate there was a Y in the road and they took the one to the right. After another few minutes they pulled into a parking lot in front of a low concrete building.

"We're here," Mrs. Gresham said as everyone stood. "Everybody out, and make sure you've got your bags and racquets."

They went through the building, and through another gate. On the other side of the building the sky was blue and the sun was just peeking over the hills. There was a trolley station just a short walk from the Gate Building. After a few minutes the trolley came, and they all found seats. The sun was over the hills by then, and you could see people moving around in the houses set back from the right-of-way. After 20 minutes they pulled to a stop in a small town. This was their stop, and they got themselves organized on the platform. From there it was a short walk to the tennis courts and the tournament.

The morning had been too early for her, Sammi decided as she yawned in the afternoon heat. The afternoon tennis matches were grinding along and she knew she should be watching them to get pointers. But she felt lazy, and her orgasms with Brad had leached away the last of her energy. She watched the matches, did some homework, and generally caught some sun. She ate a quick dinner as the last matches started. Almost all of the positions for the next day's single-elimination round were filled. She watched the last seeding match with only mild interest. What she was looking forward to was the party afterwards. It wouldn't be like a pool party where kids got to have fun, no, this was just a buffet and small party. Last year, her first year at this tournament, she had been tightly shepherded just like all the other kids her age. But she was a year older, now, the magic 16, which meant she got to make her own rooming arrangements.

Technically speaking she was rooming with Suzy, but they could make other arrangements. As soon as she could she was down in the crowd, circulating and smiling at the boys. She was just a little nervous. This was going to be the first time she'd spent the entire night with a boy. She wondered how you actually slept with someone, assuming they did that much sleeping. How did you fit around each other in the bed?

Of course the other thing that had everyone excited was this was the first time she was going to have sex with someone who didn't go to her school. The first time, if you thought about it, that she was going to have sex with someone she hadn't known for years. She was looking forward to that more than she could explain.

She smiled at a couple of boys, chatted with a couple more, and met a tall boy with dark hair, really nice shoulders and a really tight behind who had been talking with Rick Hardesty, one of the guys from her school.

"I'm seeded seventh," the strange guy was saying.

"You're lucky," Rick replied. "I'm seeded eighth, so I drew Jack Murphy for my start. All this, and I draw the Number 1 seed."

"I don't know," the guy said. "He gets winded easily, so if you can get a long rally going you can wear him down."

Rick smiled. "I'll try to keep that in mind." He glanced at Sammi. "Tom, this is Sammi White. We go to the same school. Sammi, this is Tom Matthews from East Valley."

"Pleased to meet you," Sammi said, holding out her hand. Tom's eyes were a dark blue and seemed to twinkle. He was wearing a light yellow polo shirt and khaki pants.

"Pleasure's all mine," Tom said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I take it you don't like your draw."

Tom shrugged. "I'll do my best, but I was hoping to do better than the seventh seed. How did you do today?"

"I was 2-2 in the round robin," she said. "Unfortunately I lost the match to the other gal who was 2-2 and she advanced on the tie breaker."

"Tough break."

"Yeah, but it was better than my first tournament. Last year when I went 0-4 and felt I'd been in over my head the entire day."

"I felt that way my first tournament," he said. "No matter how good you might be at school, going up against someone with a different coach is an eye-opener."

"Yeah, I didn't have a clue about what to do with a gal who was better with her backhand than with her forehand. All of the girls I practice with have good forehands. I didn't know how to take advantage of it."

"And now you do."

"Well, I'm better than I was. Of course the girl who beat me today had really good placement. She'd get me wrong-footed and then put it away right down the line."

"Were they close calls?"

Sammi shook her head. "Oh, no, they were usually at least a foot inside the line. There was nothing close about her shots."

"There's another tournament next month."

"Yeah, and I'll be practicing my footwork. How about you?"

"I'll rely on my serve, like I always do. If I can get past the return of my serve I can usually do pretty well. But a lot of times my balance is off enough that I can't recover fast enough to get my opponent's return. Needs work."

He looked around the room, watching the other kids. "So what plans do you have for the evening?"

"Not much," she admitted. "I thought I'd hang at the party for a bit. Why?"

"Oh, nothing much." He dropped his eyes, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

She understood at once. Sam had told her how hard it was for him to call a girl. She'd told him it was even harder for the girl waiting for the guy to make the first move, especially because the girl usually had everything already figured out.

"My coach said that if any of us were competing tomorrow we shouldn't stay at the party very long."

"I think that's a good idea," he said quickly.

"She also said you should make sure that when you do get to sleep you get a nice restful sleep."

"Oh?"

"You know, get a massage, get..." She smiled, glancing up at him. She couldn't make it much plainer than that.

"My muscles are pretty tense."

"Mine, too," she said, "and if you get to bed right now you should be able to get plenty of sleep."

He smiled down at her. "How about if I help you get to sleep with a nice massage."

"I'd have to return the favor."

"Of course."

"Did you have a room assigned?"

"No," he said with a shake of his head. "My coach told us to make our own arrangements."

Sammi saw Suzy. She was talking with a gal from another school. "Just a moment," she told Tom. "Suzy-we're leaving the party. Got to get our rest."

"Have fun," Suzy said, her eyes twinkling. "I don't know what time I'll get in."

"Just be quiet when you do," Sammi said. She saw Mrs. Gresham and told her she was staying in her assigned room and then returned to Tom. "My roommate is going to be here for a while."

"Then we'd better leave now." He offered his arm, and she slipped her own through it.

Her palms were sweating. This was her first time with a boy she didn't know. She wondered how it would be. She was curious what he was going to be like in bed. Would he want to use a condom? She'd bought a few at school the day before just in case, but she was old enough she didn't have to use them if she didn't want to.