Chapter 5: September 1995 (9th Grade)

I had the dream again. The brown-haired, green-eyed girl was back. My dreams had lately been plagued by football, fights with Tommy Fitzgerald, and fantasies about Rachel. It had been several weeks since my last time in the meadow with this beautiful girl.

Unlike every other dream, I wasn't following her around while she avoided my aroused advances. No, this time, I was gently holding her while she cried, sobbing softly. I didn't know why she was crying, and I wasn't aroused, despite the fact that we were both naked and pressed together.

When she looked up at me, her green eyes, usually so vibrant, seemed dull and pale. Her eyes were red from crying and her face was wet with tears. But she kissed me, softly, and I felt horribly lonely.

Waking up, I still only remembered bits and pieces of the dream, but I did remember the diminished color in her eyes, the soft sensual kiss, and the feeling of loneliness. But that all disappeared quite quickly when I felt Rachel spooned in my arms.

At some point while I slept, Rachel had left me in bed and removed the bustier and stockings, because now one of my hands was full of tit-flesh while my other held her naked stomach. My hard and aching cock was pinned between her legs, already wet with moisture.

When my cock twitched in arousal and my hand gripped her breast more firmly in a friendly grope, Rachel moaned, "So you're finally awake?! I've been up for at least half-an-hour. I'm so horny I almost raped you in your sleep."

I growled happily, "You can't rape the willing." With startling speed, I rolled us over so Rachel was crushed beneath me. Using the hand that had been on her stomach, I pushed her legs apart and thrust inside of her in one hard lunge. Rachel hadn't been lying, the moment my cock had settled balls-deep, I felt her quiver in delight and hot, slippery, fresh juice saturated her tunnel. Rachel moaned and I began to thrust, slowly, but powerfully into her.

When her first orgasm subsided, I pinched her nipple in my hand and pushed my middle finger into her asshole, setting off a whole new earth-shattering quake in her pussy. The spasming clenching muscles in her cunt were too much for me this time, and for the second time, I was hosing down her now protected womb with my potent baby-juice.

The idea of a condom-less fuck and orgasm were almost enough to keep me hard for another go. Instead, I simply used the energy to fuel a new day. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was nearly nine in the morning. Considering we fell asleep around ten to ten-thirty, I should've been quite well-rested. This was probably the latest I'd slept in since our camping trip in McCall. Even then, most of those days I'd woken early to fish.

Rachel was still gasping for breath when I simply kissed her naked back and bounded off the bed. I explored the suite's bathroom for the first time, noticing the large multi-headed shower and figured out how to start the damn thing. Taking a moment to drain my bladder and flush the toilet, I then adjusted the shower temperature. Once I was satisfied, I scooped Rachel off the bed and carried her struggling and giggling body into the shower with me.

For a long while, we simply kissed, groped and held each other under the warm spray. But eventually, we soaped each other up and washed. When I began shampooing my hair, I heard Rachel jump out of the shower and heard the toilet lid come down.

Though I couldn't hear her, I thought it was very intimate and a big step for us, as neither of us had ever urinated with the other was in the room. I knew she'd waited until I had my eyes closed and shampoo in my hair, so I didn't try to push the envelope and peek at her. Besides, the idea of her peeing wasn't really a turn-on, just a step towards being closer, more trusting.

When she finished and flushed, Rachel jumped back into the shower with me and shampooed her own hair. She bent her head towards me into one of the streams and said, "Rinse me, please."

Carefully, I worked my fingers in her hair and helped the water rinse away the soap. I noticed Rachel's hands were between her legs, and my first thought was that she was playing with herself, but then I realized she had tried to distract me from her intentions again. She was using her soapy hands to clean herself after using the toilet. I didn't quite understand why she'd tried to distract me from it—maybe she just didn't want me to think of her as being dirty, ever. I didn't really every think about it. Though, I guessed, Rachel was probably self-conscious about it. The only other time we'd showered together had been because she wouldn't have sex with me while she'd been dirty and sweaty from a softball game.

When I finished rinsing, and she'd finished her own rinsing and scrubbing, I asked, "Do you want room service, or do you want to get dressed and go down to the hotel restaurant?"

"Room service!" Rachel answered happily.

I got out of the shower and toweled off, Rachel decided to go ahead and use some conditioner on her hair as well. When I was dry, I took one of the soft plastic plush hotel robes and wrapped myself in it—it felt very nice. If you've never stayed in a hotel suite and actually tried one of their robes after a shower, you haven't really lived. There's a reason people try to steal hotel bathrobes, and the ones they put in their suites are usually less-used and more luxurious.

I picked up the phone and first dialed home. My mother answered, "Hello, Bosworth residence."

I'd actually hoped to get Alice, Georgia, or Ray. I knew this would be harder with either my mother or Natalie. "Hi Mom. It's me."

"Nathan?! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine Mom. I told you I'd call and check in. That's all I'm doing."

"Where are you?!"

I grimaced, "You told me you didn't want to know."

The phone was silent for a moment. Then I heard her sigh, loudly. After more silence, Alice was on the other end, "Nathan?"

"Hi Alice."

"Are you just calling to let us know you're alive?"

"Yes. I told Mom I would, and you can tell we'll be home before dinner as promised. Did you pick up Rachel's car?"

"Yeah. I even had Georgia fill up the gas tank right before we got home, so it's pretty much full."

I grinned, knowing Rachel would notice that and probably complain. "Thanks Alice. And thank Georgia for me too."

"So ... how did last night go?"

I grunted, "Alice, I gotta go, we haven't had breakfast yet and I'm—"

"You haven't had breakfast yet!" obviously she was excitedly repeating nearly every bit of news she could to a nearby Georgia. "What were you two doing all morning?"

"Alice. I need to go. I promise I'll fill you in on how things went, but I'm hanging up now."

As I reached to punch down the receiver, I heard Alice groan, "Alright. Goodb—"

Then, I dialed '1' as instructed on the phone, and a pleasant female voice with a slight French accent answered, "Room Service?"

"Yes. This is the 'Presidential Suite', I'd like some breakfast for two. What do you recommend?"

The woman said, "That depends on whether you're dieting or not?"

"We're not," I answered, though I knew Rachel was perpetually dieting and though I loved her perfect body, I loved to see her happy more. And last night, when she'd filled up on mushrooms, shrimp, fettuccini alfredo, and chocolate-covered strawberries, she'd splurged from her usual controlling diet and I'd never seen her happier when eating. I didn't really want to see her scowl at her plate and eat a piece of toast and a grapefruit.

The exotic voiced woman answered, "It might sound rather childish, but in my opinion, the best breakfast dish we have is chocolate-chip pancakes. They come with all the toppings you need on the side, and they're quite delicious."

"Sounds perfect. Can you send up two orders with coffee for two? Oh! And milk as well, it sounds like the pancakes might be rich and a glass of milk would be nice to wash them down."

"Yes, very good sir. I'll have that up to you in just a few minutes."

Rachel was coming out of the bathroom when I hung up, her hair damp and her body wrapped in the other robe. She was running a brush through her now-brown hair. "What did you order?" she asked while brushing.

"Pancakes."

Rachel frowned, "I'm going to have to run for miles from all the calories you're feeding me."

I hugged her and gave her quick kiss then said, "I'd rather have you fat and happy than skinny and grumpy. You seem so much happier when you eat what you want."

Rachel harrumphed, "You say that now, but if I put on thirty pounds, you might be singing a different tune."

I sat down on the bed, "Do you really think I'm that shallow?"

She didn't stop brushing her damp hair, but said, "I don't know. All guys seem pretty weird about women's looks, especially when they're young—actually, when they get older too. I'm not saying that I think the only reason you're with me is my looks, but it is a part of it ... right?"

I admitted, "Well, yeah. At first! But I love you, and I could handle it if you put on some weight."

Rachel gawked at me, "Maybe I can't handle it then. I mean, you know I look up to all those models and I want to look like them. I like being beautiful. Maybe I wish I could eat junk food all day and still be hot, but I guess I'd rather be hot than eat whatever I want."

I nodded, "Alright. I get it. Do you want me to call and order you some bran and granola? Maybe they make tofu pancakes!?"

"Stop teasing. I'll splurge again. Last night was special and so is today ... Hey! How long have we been dating?!"

I smirked, "I think it was a month last week. It depends on when you start counting if you want to know the day."

"Why?" she asked as she finally finished her brush strokes.

I grinned, "Well, do we start counting from the first day at the mall when we kissed and then had sex, or the next day when we decided we were 'dating' and 'together'?"

Rachel's forehead scrunched together in thought, "The first day, otherwise I come out looking like a slut who sleeps with guys right away."

I picked Rachel up by the waist, spun her around, and tossed her back on the bed while she squeaked in surprise. While I was three years younger and three inches shorter, my months of farm work had made me easily stronger than her. 'Just wait until I start lifting in the mornings before school with the football team, ' I thought.

I crawled up over her and spoke when my face was above hers, "Yeah. But you're my slut." I kissed her and my moth quickly moved down her chin and sucked along her throat.

Rachel groaned, "And you're my perv!"

When the ring of the suite's doorbell sounded, I had Rachel's robe open and my mouth was full of nipple. Rachel tried to gently push me away, "That's breakfast."

I mumbled around her tit, "Mmff. Morning feeding time." And I continued to suckle.

Rachel giggled and rapped her knuckles on the top of my head, "Bad baby! Mommy wants pancakes."

I couldn't help but release her and grin. Once free, she slid out from under me and I realized my morning treat was going to have to wait.

I headed out of the bedroom and answered the door. A tall beautiful girl with raven-black hair pulled back in a sharp pony tail and dressed in a tight all-white hotel uniform was at the door. "Hello sir. Where would you like me to set up your breakfast?" she said, her light French accent telling me this was the same girl, er ... woman, who had spoken to me on the phone. She looked young, very young. She could have easily passed as even a sophomore in our high school.

Her face was fresh and youthful, and she didn't appear to be wearing any makeup, not that she needed it. Her uniform was probably tighter than the hotel had intended, and she was probably wearing everything a size or a half too small because the white polo shirt with the hotel's name stitched above the left breast was not leaving anything to the imagination, nor were the white capri pants hiding her youthful, but sensual curves. If I hadn't had an erection already, I'd have grown one now.

"Uh ... set it up in the dining room, please," I said, trying not to stare at her, but failing miserably.

Rachel noticed my reaction, but when I caught her look, she seemed to be enjoying my uncomfortable attraction to the young hotel employee. After a deep breath, I followed the girls over to the small dining table. I pulled out a chair for Rachel to sit down and then sat down next to her on the adjacent side of the table. I looked up at the young woman who was laying out a table cloth and couldn't help but be amazed at how young she looked.

She actually noticed me staring and I had to speak, "I'm sorry. I'm just surprised by how young you look. If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"

The young woman laughed, "No. I don't mind. I'm twenty years old, but I know I look like I'm closer to your ages. The hotel doesn't employ anyone under eighteen years old."

Rachel spoke, "I've got to apologize for my boyfriend."

"No. It's alright. It's flattering, really," she smiled while continuing to unpack and set up our breakfast that would probably cost more than I really wanted to know. "Besides, I'd rather have a cute guy like that stare at me than some of the dirty old men and drunken businessmen who come through here."

"My name is Rachel, this is Nathan. It's nice to meet you, and thank you for setting up the breakfast like this."

She smiled widely, "My name is Arjean Chevalier, and it's my job."

I finally spoke up, "Your accent is beautiful, as are you. I ... uh ... I actually thought your voice sounded rather sexy on the phone, are you ... French?"

Arjean laughed, "Well, technically my family was once from France, but I've never set foot there. My father was a doctor from the United States who came to the Congo with the Peace Corps. He met and fell in love with my mother whose parents were from France, but she had moved to the Congo for business, working for a mining company there. My parents married and raised me there. I got a scholarship to go to school here, and my mother is associated with the family that owns this hotel chain, so I had a job and a school, so here I am, accent and all."

Rachel asked, "Are you going to school at Boise State?"

Arjean nodded, "Yes, I'm studying to be a teacher. A biology teacher."

Rachel gasped, "I want to study biology next year. I hope to be a doctor."

"That's a lofty ambition. I hope you can handle the pressure. I really want to be a teacher trained in biology. There are so many problems with the educational system in my country, especially with the knowledge people have of biology and how disease and infection spread."

I nodded, "I think my sister read something about that. She told me that AIDS is spreading through Africa faster than any other place on earth because most people don't believe disease spreads through bodily fluids there."

Arjean nodded sadly, "Yes. It is why I want to be a teacher. My father says that so many will die, and a cure is nearly impossible, so the only way to prevent it from wiping out entire cultures is to educate the children so those who aren't born infected won't catch the disease, and those who are born infected and survive won't infect others."

"That's so sad," Rachel said.

After a few moments, Arjean shook her head a bit, and said, "Well, it's nothing we can do anything about right now. Breakfast is served. Enjoy!" And she began piling steaming pancakes onto both of our plates. After showing us the toppings and pouring two glasses of milk, and two cups of coffee, Arjean laid the tip pad on the table and said, "I'll come back up in a while to clear this up."

I mumbled through a mouthful of delicious sweet chocolate to say, "Thank you!"

Arjean let herself out, and Rachel and I proceeded to devour the meal before us. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until the food was in my mouth. When we'd eaten all the pancakes and drained all the milk, we sat and sipped at our coffee chatting for a few minutes.

"I don't blame you, ya know," Rachel said.

"For what?"

"For staring at her. She really was quite sexy. I've rarely ever felt the urge to go for another woman, but she's definitely at the top of my list."

I raised an eyebrow at her and my mind immediately ran through a fantasy of Arjean and Rachel together. "Don't tease me like that!" I groaned.

"Who's teasing?! She was seriously hot," Rachel grinned—Pavlovian cock-twitch.

"Oh Jesus Christ! You're going to make me cum just thinking about it."

Rachel grinned again and set her coffee down. She moved down onto her knees and pulled open my robe. My cock twitched before she wrapped her hand around it and fed it into her mouth. She bathed it with her tongue before slowly slurping it noisily.

It had been nearly half-an-hour since Arjean had left, so when we heard the lock beep from someone using a keycard and the beautiful woman pushed open the door and walked several feet into the lounge, we weren't completely startled. But I don't think Rachel or I expected her to just walk in saying, "Are you finished ye—OH! I'm sorry!" Her hand shot up in front of her face to cover her eyes and she turned to retreat out of the room.

Rachel released my cock and I gasped in embarrassment, but I was sent into shock when Rachel called out, "Wait!"

Honestly, to this day, I don't really know why she did it. When it came to sex, Rachel was not exactly an adventurous girl. We'd only had anal sex the one time, as a part of our joined rape/slut fantasy, and we'd only just reached a stage where we trusted each other enough to have unprotected sex with only birth control. So when Rachel asked her to wait, my initial thought was that she planned to yell at the pretty girl for barging in. I had no idea Rachel could be so adventurous.

"Please wait!" Rachel repeated. She got up and moved over to the scared and flustered girl who was three years her senior, but easily two inches shorter than me. She wasn't the kind of woman people would describe as a pixie, but you could say she was a "tall pixie". She was skinny and had a curvy body, but it was all sensuously small and tight.

Rachel pulled the girl's hand away from her face, leaned in, and kissed her. At first, Arjean pulled away. But after a second, she leaned into Rachel my mind exploded. They were holding each other in a hungry embrace and their tongues were devouring each other. The five inch height difference between them made Rachel look even more the part of the aggressor, and it was an extreme turn-on for me. For a moment, I simply sat and gawked from the chair in the dining room area, but when my mind caught up to what I was seeing, I realized my right hand was already furiously jerking on my cock.

When my brain received that dose of oxygenated blood it so deeply needed, I controlled my strokes and slowed down. I wanted to enjoy this. But the hungry lesbian show in front of my eyes slowed and came to a stop. Rachel pulled away and said, "Would you like to join us?"

'Did she just say us?' I thought. 'Who is she talking about? Obviously she doesn't mean me!? Does she!?'

Arjean's beautiful hazel eyes drifted to me, and she actually nodded. 'What the fuck!?' I thought. I looked to Rachel, still slowly pumping my cock in my hands, and Rachel was giving me the most evil devilish grin I'd ever seen on her gorgeous face—my cock twitched and I grunted, trying very hard not to cum in that second. Without conscious thought, I somehow let go of my cock, closed my eyes, and began thinking about how to take apart a diesel tractor engine as Joe had taught me.

Though I could block out what I was seeing, I definitely heard Rachel talking.

"Hello? Yes, this is the 'Presidential Suite'. Miss Chevalier is up here and I'd like her to stay and assist us with something. She said she is willing, but I didn't want her to get in trouble for neglecting her other duties."

There was a pause and I tried to ignore Rachel and not think about the building urge to just hold my dick in my hands with a firm grip. Just a little pressure, I didn't even need the friction, I was so close.

"Yes. Thank you. I'm not sure how long it will take. We may keep her busy until we're ready to check out if that's alright."

Another pause, then Rachel was laughing.

"Yes, of course. Thank you again, sir. Have a nice day."

I heard the phone click as she set it in the cradle and just when I thought I was close to controlling my orgasm, I heard and felt movement nearby, then two hands were on me, one on each knee and I felt hot breath on my cock.

"Take him in your mouth." I'd heard Rachel's voice. My eyes shot open just in time to see Arjean's sexy pink lips part and then my cock was rubbing against her tongue. I groaned and my hands gripped the armrests of the chair even harder. Rachel was on her knees to my right with one hand on my knee, Arjean was to my left, her hand had moved from my knee and was now cupping my balls.

I was gritting my teeth and trying very hard not to cum, and Rachel noticed, "Just let go babe. We'll get you hard again in no time."

Her words were like opening a pressurized relief valve, because less than a half-second later, Arjean's mouth began being flooded with my cock-juice. The sudden spurting caught her completely by surprise and she coughed, released my cock, and the next several spurts hit her in the chin, the cheek, the nose, and in the eye. She'd closed her eyes when she coughed, so she didn't actually get any in her eye, but she looked absolutely erotic with my baby-batter on her face.

Rachel moaned and began licking and slurping it off her face. When her mouth met Arjean's and they began swapping my cum between them in a kiss, my cock twitched to full-mast as if to say, 'Hel-LO!"

Rachel pulled Arjean's white polo off of her and I simply stared at the plain white bra that was covering her apple-sized tits. They rode high on her chest like those of a teenager, and when Rachel unsnapped her bra and they stayed perky with dark brown nipples the size of quarters, I was entranced.

Still leading this party, Rachel pulled Arjean to her feet and released her from their liplock to turn to me, "Take off her pants, Nathan."

I grinned at her order and was all-too-pleased to comply. I popped open the decorative belt and unzipped her capri pants. Another plain set of panties greeted me, but as I gently pulled her pants down, exposing them further, I could see they were already drenched with arousal. They were so wet, they were transparent enough for me to see her slit and they clung to her mons. Something didn't look quite right, but I ignored it in my arousal. She stepped out of her pants and I noticed that she'd pushed Rachel's robe off of her. I took the opportunity to simply drag Arjean's panties down her legs, the crotch coming away last as it clung to her body.

Fully exposed, I saw what had looked 'wrong'. I had expected at least a patch of pubic hair, possibly just several short and curly black hairs, but Arjean's pubis and lips were shaved completely bare. She looked delicious. When Rachel saw she was naked, she broke their kiss, and pulled us both into the bedroom. Arjean she led by holding her hand; Me, she led by holding my cock.

Once she'd pulled us into the bedroom, Rachel released her hold on my dick, but continued pulling the naked Arjean down onto the bed with her. I stood back and watched as they continued to make out, their breasts mashed together and Arjean's pert little ass in the air.

Arjean was straddling Rachel's stomach and my girlfriend had her knees cocked up, her feet flat on the bed. The result was two beautiful pussies, glistening with their juices, in my face. When I wouldn't just stand watching anymore, I decided I first wanted to taste the 'tall pixie'.

Remember how I thought I was a lesbian trapped in a man's body? Well, when my lips and tongue made contact with Arjean's tight little cunt, my thoughts were confirmed. Though her pussy was small and tight, I was lost in her, figuratively of course.

Her taste wasn't all that different than Rachel's. This led me to believe that all pussy was basically the same taste with only some variation. Of course, as my life went on, I discovered this was true, but the range of variation is much wider. As my tongue bathed her bald pussy, I took careful note of the differences. While Rachel was spicy and had a salty-sweet tinge to her, Arjean was almost tart, a sharp tart flavor that seemed to make her even more exotic in my mind. You might think that tart sour pussy juice would be a turn-off, but she smelled clean and her taste was absolutely wonderful, just different.

When my tongue began running into Rachel's fingers, I realized how I'd been ignoring my girlfriend for a few minutes, so while I continued to tongue-fuck the tall raven-haired pixie, my hands drifted to Rachel's unattended slit and began to stimulate her—one hand teasing her clit while the other hand pumped two fingers in her quim.

Unlike Rachel, whose whole body seemed to tense before cumming, Arjean's signals went by unnoticed until she moaned into Rachel's mouth loud enough for me to hear and my face was covered in a fresh flood of her tart flavor. I helplessly continued to drink her down like the true addict I was becoming until her head arched back from Rachel's and she groaned, "Oh! Mon Dieu! Tabarnak! Fuck me Nathan! Please! Fuck me!"

Up until now, I'd only ever heard Rachel call out to me in a similar way; I hadn't even seen a porno video at this point in my life. As anyone knows, when a sexy person in the throes of orgasm begs for you, by name, to fuck them, it's an extreme turn on. But when her French-accented voice from the heavens said my name, my dick actually shivered. I'm not talking about a twitch that Rachel was prone to inducing in me, this was like a miniature seizure which only affected my groin and if I wasn't attached to it, I think my cock would have actually jumped up and burrowed in on its own.

As it was, I simply sat up and stared at the perky, tight little ass that was undulating suggestively at me. Rachel slid out from under Arjean and then I felt her hot breath at my ear a few seconds later, "It's OK. I love you. I want you to fuck her. I want to watch you fuck her."

Then, unbelievably, Rachel knelt before me, slurped at my cock for a second, testing my hardness, lubricating me, or just getting a taste—I didn't really know which. But then she was tearing open a condom and slipping it on my cock. Honestly, my mind was frazzled, it took me a few seconds to even figure out where she could have possibly even gotten a condom from. But once my cock was wrapped up safe, my eyes locked on the delightful creature before me.

Arjean was still on all fours, but she was looking back over her shoulder at me with a lust-filled smile and she was still wagging her tight little ass at me. When she had my attention again, that wonderful sexy accented voice dropped half-an-octave and husked to me, "Fuck me Nathan."

I didn't need any more convincing. I climbed on the bed behind her, slotted my dick at her hole and pushed. She was tight—tighter than Rachel had ever been—and for a moment, I wondered if this beautiful twenty-year old was somehow still a virgin, but as the head of my dick popped in, Arjean groaned, "Mon Dieu! It's been too long!"

With steady pressure, I soon had all of myself buried inside her. Taking only a few seconds so her tight cunt could adjust to my presence, I noted that while she was tight and warm, her pussy was nowhere near as steaming hot as Rachel's pussy was. And while after an orgasm, Rachel's pussy was like a slip'n'slide it was so wet, Arjean's little pussy was merely slick.

When I began to pump inside her, Arjean began to moan in French. To this day, I hardly know any French, so I have really had no idea what she was moaning and groaning, other than 'Mon Dieu' means 'My God' and 'Tabarnak' means 'Oh Fuck.' She also said my name and beg me to fuck her harder between her moans in her native tongue.

After a few minutes of steadily increasing my speed and strength, I was clutching her hips and slamming into her tiny body so violently I knew she'd end up having bruises on her hips from my hands and possibly on her ass from the way our bodies were slamming into one another.

She was tight, but somehow the sex from last night and this morning stayed my eruption for longer than I anticipated. I managed to hold off long enough to ride the 'tall pixie' through two screaming orgasms before my cock spasmed inside her and filled the condom with joy-juice.

Exhausted from the effort, I simply fell backwards, away from Arjean and my half-hard cock pulled out of her with a suction-sounding plop. Luckily, despite the violent fuck, the condom was still intact and my cum was trapped inside. I would have been content to fall asleep then, but then Rachel was climbing onto the bed, her right hand frigging away at her own box. She kissed me, passionately, and then turned to Arjean.