Chapter 2

The Walker Hill High School soccer team had a reputation. Everyone considered it a loss if they couldn't win a game against them by four goals. We won the game five-nothing. I finally saw happy faces after the whistle, a relief after three straight losses.

This was good for us, as it was a Sunday afternoon, and we had more spectators than during weekday games. Glenn Harrison and I made sure all the girls had been taken care of before we left.

I was preparing to make a turn toward Barbara's house when Chelsea pushed my arm.

"No," Chelsea said to me. "Don't turn. Go straight ahead."

"Why?" I said, turning to look at her.

"Barbara's not going home right now," Chelsea said.

"Where are you going, Barbara?" I said.

"To your apartment," Chelsea answered on her friend's behalf. "Don't ask. I'll tell you."

I remained puzzled during the rest of the trip, while Chelsea was chewing the fat with Barbara at the back. When I picked up Chelsea for the game earlier that day, Barbara was with her, and so I didn't get a chance to ask her about her mysterious operation whatever, whatever.

"Can I take a shower here?" Barbara asked me when I gave them soft drinks in my apartment.

I looked at her. Both Chelsea and Barbara were still wearing white jerseys and blue soccer shorts, although both had changed into sneakers.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll go get you a towel."

"I have everything," Barbara said. She went over to pick up her bag and went into my bathroom.

I looked at Chelsea. She was lying flat in my couch. She saw me looking at her, and shifted a little toward the back of the couch. She patted on the seat. "Come over here," she said.

I slowly went over and sat beside her waist.

"Well," Chelsea said. "Wait." She struggled as she tried to get up from her horizontal position. After some fumbling, she eventually managed to sit at my side, pushing me against the back in the process. She sat cross-legged on the seat and turned to look at me.

"Tell me something," she said.

"What?" I said, and handed her the soft drink.

Chelsea took the can, turned around, and put it on the end table. She then turned back to look at me again. "Remember what you did the second time here?" she said, lowering her voice.

"Yeah," I said, smiling.

"Honestly, did you like it?"

"Yeah, I've told you already."

"Okay," Chelsea said, smiling slyly. "So you won't mind doing this favor then."

"Favor?" I said, and nearly choked. "Silly," I lowered my voice and went on. "That's not a favor, you know that."

Chelsea covered her mouth as she giggled, then slapped my lap. "Not that," she said, also lowered her voice. "Not for me."

I stared at her with my mouth gaped, and saw her smile growing bigger and bigger. "What?" I finally said.

"Yeah," Chelsea said, nearly whispering, but still struggling from giggling, while pointing at my bathroom door. "For her."

"Are you crazy?"

"Okay," Chelsea said, her naughty expression magically turned into a serious expression, "I told you I had it done to me before, right?"

"Yeah."

"She hasn't," Chelsea said, and pointed to the direction of my bathroom again. "All he's interested in, you know, many, many, blow jobs; many, many, you know, boffings. But he won't do it for her."

"Well," I said. "Different people have their own style."

"Do you think it's fair?" she said. "If you do it to me many, many, times, and you want me to blow you, and I refuse?"

"I don't know."

"It's not style, Alex," She said, moving her face closer to me. "It's commitment. If you love me, will you do everything possible to please me?"

"Sure," I said.

"That's the point," Chelsea said. "It shows how a person cares about his girl. Well, okay, okay, I'll tell you more."

"What's that?" I said, glancing at my bathroom door.

"Don't worry," Chelsea said. "She's not coming out until we're finished."

I nearly laughed. This damn girl always had everything planned.

Chelsea slapped my lap again as she giggled. "Okay," she continued. "They split."

"They split?"

"Yeah," she said. "But he's coming back. Well, he wants to come back. I told her he's a scum and not worth it. I gave her that example, but she didn't know how big it is, because she's never had it before."

"Oh God," I said. "I'm a bird dog or a gigolo?"

"Nah," Chelsea said, giggling. "You're not getting paid. You're giving a helping hand to a girl who likes you. You're also going to like it."

I didn't know what to say. I had a mind filled with spaghetti.

"One more thing," Chelsea said, disrupting my thoughts. "Actually, two more things."

I laughed. "What?"

"She forgot to take a pill last week," Chelsea said, giggling. "And she's very fertile at the moment."

I laughed again as she slapped my lap once again.

"So, if you are going to do that," Chelsea went on. "Afterward, of course. Remember the condom. Also, don't wear it out. I'm getting horny talking about this." She slid a hand into my lap, causing a jig from me.

"Wait," I said, as I jolted when a thought struck me. "She knows?"

"Of course," she said, covering her mouth as she laughed. "Okay, now this is another reason you have to do something, to keep her mouth shut." She giggled.

I didn't know if I was laughing or sighing. Not that I would reject a girl like Barbara, but this was totally ridiculous. I had just about accepted the idea about having sex with Chelsea, and had believed there was some affection between us. The thought of doing it with Barbara, just because she needed an experience in oral sex, made me feel very uncomfortable. Furthermore, it brought back my guilt about doing it with an underage girl.

"No," I heard myself saying. "No, no."

"Yes," I heard Chelsea saying. "Yes, yes."

I heard myself chuckling.

"Alex," Chelsea said, hypnotizing me. "Believe me, you'll like it. Believe me, she'll like it. Believe me, it's good for you. Believe me, it's good for her. Believe me, it's not wrong. Believe me, it's wrong to leave her in jeopardy..."

And while I was still trying to ignore what she was saying so I could get my brain to work, Chelsea rose from the couch. She pulled my hand, and dragged me into my bedroom. She then went to the bathroom and knocked on the door three times.

I saw Barbara coming out. She was wrapped with a light blue bathing towel with some printed flowers on it. Her entire thighs and legs were exposed. It's very hard to not think about what was underneath her towel. Barbara was also flushed to the neck, flexing her fingers as she looked at me with her head dropped.

Chelsea started whispering in Barbara's ear, and the taller girl giggled.

"What're you talking about?" I said. I heard my dry voice again.

"I told her this is the last time the two of you are behind the doors," Chelsea said, giggling. She then pushed Barbara into my room and closed the door behind her.

The pink on Barbara's face had intensified. She played with her fingers, and alternated looking at me and at her fingers.

After a moment of silence, she finally said. "Should I take it off?"

I struggled to choose what to say, whether to tell her to drop her towel, or I would take it off from her. I didn't even know I actually had a third option.

I wasn't sure what expression was shown on my face, but Barbara started to smile. She slowly raised a hand to the knot where her towel was fastened. She pulled on it, and her towel slid down her body. The dryness in my mouth had extended to my throat.

Barbara had slightly bigger breasts than Chelsea, and rather pale, both her skin and her nipples. Her ashen skin, together with the light brown hair on her crotch, as well as her long and slender thighs, produced an irresistible sexy vision. I was absolutely parched.

My feet, on autopilot, guided me over to her. I started caressing her waist. Barbara slowly moved her hands up my arms, then onto my shoulders. She leaned her face over, and we kissed. Barbara's kiss was not as passionate, compared to Chelsea, who was actually more aggressive than passionate. I ran my fingers over her smooth skin as we kissed. Barbara began slipping a hand inside my tee and stroke my skin eagerly. She moved her hand higher and higher up my back.

When the kiss was over, I raised my hands so she could pull it off my head. I guided her over to my bed, and laid her onto the mattress. I went down to kiss her again. She was more passionate this time. When the kiss was over, I began kissing her face, then her neck, and then her chest. The moment I enveloped her nipple in between my lips, she yielded a moan. Her moan never stopped after that.

I licked, kissed, and stroked nearly every inch on her skin, leaving her vulva to the last. She jolted when my tongue touched her vaginal lips, and her moan grew louder. I lapped her lips and the surrounding skin for a while before I probed inside her.

Barbara began a random jolting movement as soon as my tongue slithered in and out of her pussy. I knew it wouldn't be long before she would come. I licked her internal lining for a while and slowly inserted a finger inside, then another. I began licking around her hood as my fingers stroked her pussy. The moment I licked on her clit, she went tight for a brief moment, and then fell flat on to the mattress. I gave her a few more laps before I rose to look at her.

Barbara had a very contending smile on her face, and also a couple drops of tears rolling from the corner of her eyes down her face. I knew she liked it very much. It took her a while to calm down from the aftermath. I had been watching her face, occasionally sliding my fingers on her thigh.

"Do you want it?" Barbara finally said, looking at my eyes.

"Do you?" I said.

"Do you?" she said.

I smiled. I got off the bed, and struggled myself out of my jeans. Barbara giggled when she saw the bulge on my brief. I slowly pulled my brief down and went over to my night table. I put on a condom as she watched. I joined her in the bed again.

Barbara spread her legs wider as I approached. Her juice was still emitting out from her wet pussy so there was no problem getting my cock inside her. She let out a sigh as my tip was engulfed by her silky and wet muscles. I pushed slowly until our groins met, and she began her non-stop moaning again.

I tried to do it tenderly, but very soon I knew she wanted it harder. Probably the oral sex had raised her mood higher. I picked up the pace, giving her deeper thrusts. I went faster whenever I felt her hips getting out of sync with my thrusts. Barbara's legs were on the bed when I first entered her, and then she wrapped around my hips, then up to my waist, and eventually wrapping around the back of my chest. Her fingers nails had been giving me scratches all over skin. I was beginning to feel the urge again. I went harder and harder on her, slamming nosily into her with every thrust.

She went tight again, then went limp immediately. I was about there, too. I kept on slamming into her. I shot inside her a few strokes later. I panted while supporting myself with my arms. Barbara was also panting, but she raised her arms up, and gently pulled me down on to her. I rolled off her as soon as I could catch my breath.

"It's so wonderful," Barbara said, a while later when our breaths had somehow gotten back to normal. "Thanks, Alex."

I nearly laughed. It was the first time I had sex with a girl and got a thank you. I turned to her and smiled. Barbara leaned over and we kissed tenderly.

"I'm not going back to him," Barbara said, after the kiss. "If he won't do this to me, he doesn't deserve anything from me."

I laughed, eventually. "That important?" I said, teasingly.

"Well," Barbara said, with a little embarrassing smile. "Yeah, kind of. Well, you know. I now know why guys want it." She giggled before going on. "But if I give him everything he wants, shouldn't he also give me the good things I want?"

"With other good things," I said, again teasingly.

Barbara giggled. "Well," she said. "That too. But I want more, and, you know, it shows devotion."

"Okay," I said. "That's fair."

"I can do it if you want," Barbara said, licking her lips as she said, and giggled.

"Only if you want to," I said.

"Not today," Barbara said, giggling. "She'll kill me."

I went back to the sitting room while Barbara went to the bathroom to change, as her bag was still there. Chelsea had already changed from her soccer uniform. She was laying in the couch. My stereo was playing a CD she made me buy it a couple weeks ago.

"How's the help?" she said, looking at me with a tiny smile on her face.

"Well," I said, smiling. "I guess it's good. What have you been doing?"

"I took a shower," Chelsea said. "I changed. Well, I also did myself a favor while taking the shower. I'd have died waiting for you and her to finish it." She giggled.

I laughed and heard sound behind me. Barbara came out of the bathroom with her bag in her hand again. She had changed into a camisole and crop pants.

"Is it good?" Chelsea asked Barbara. "Did I lie to you?"

Barbara giggled. "It's great," she said, with a little pink on her face.

"What about that?" Chelsea said, winking. "Did he use a condom?"

Barbara giggled again. "Great too, and yes," she said.

"Does he still have anything left?"

Barbara once again giggled. "You ask him," she said.

"Damn," Chelsea said. "I told you to leave me something."

"I did," Barbara said, laughing so hard she had to put a hand on my shoulder to support herself. "Only once."

"Oh, okay," Chelsea said. "Was it hard?"

Barbara bend down laughing. "You ask him," she said again.

"I mean you."

Barbara had a flushed face as she tried to stop laughing. "I'm not telling," she finally said, and went over to sit in the couch beside Chelsea.

"You will tell," Chelsea said, tickling Barbara. "I told you everything."

"Okay, okay," Barbara struggled to say as she twisted. "Very hard."

"Alright," Chelsea said, laughing. "Damn, is the couch still wet?"

Barbara laughed again, and turned to look at me. "Did you hear that?" she said.

I went over, pecked Chelsea on her lips, then carried her in my arms and took her into my room.

I striped Chelsea and she did the same favor to me, then we kissed while rolling in the bed.

"I hope you don't mind," Chelsea said, after the kiss, as she raised a leg over my body.

I moved a hand to her leg, and started stroking her from her knee up to her thigh. "Yes, I may mind," I said, smiling.

"Unfortunately," she said, while getting atop me. "You don't have a say this time."

"Hmm, Oh," Chelsea sighed as she sank on my cock, taking me very slowly into her pussy. She tilted her head backward, closed her eyes, as if she was savoring the feeling of my cock inside her.

She opened her eyes a few seconds later. "I love this feeling," she said, and then bent down to kiss me, with my cock stationed inside her.

I licked her tongue as she sucked my tongue, while stroking her breasts and rubbing her nipples. Her hair was flowing beside my face, occasionally causing some itchy feelings.

Still kissing me, Chelsea slowly raised her hips, until just the tip of my cock was engulfed by her pussy lips. She swayed her hips a little before she took me inside her again. She repeated it again tenderly and slowly.

Chelsea broke the kiss, and looked me deep in my eyes. "I'm telling you a secret," she whispered. "If you rub my clit while I ride, I'll go nuts, very nuts."

I smiled, and moved a hand down her body as she raised her head, and increased the pace of her hip movements. She literally screamed when my juice coated finger found her clit, and she went nuts, pumping and slamming into me with her thrusts, and almost made me slide out of her pussy every time when she raised her hips. I had a hard time maintaining good soft touches on her clit, with her vigorous movements and me arching and thrusting.