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She is the One (Part 17)

Date: 1/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

sorry. I’m sorry,” I said, pulling back, mortified. She caught her breath and slowly slid her hands down. “No,” she gasped, her face red and dripping with sweat, “It’s okay. Just didn’t expect it.” “I bet.” She grinned coyly. “You thinking about trying something with the backdoor?” “Maybe,” I said, trying to sound casual. She chewed her lip. “We’d have to get some lube first,” she said, holding out her hand for her panties, “And take it really, really slow. It’s probably gonna be…painful.” I gave her back her panties. “I won’t hurt you.” “I know you won’t, but him,” she said, looking pointedly at the bulge in my pants, “I don’t know.” She slid on her panties and I helped her to her feet. “You feeling better?” I asked. She frowned. “About what?” “About Ms. Locke being kinda cunty and stuff.” “Oh,” she said, rolling her eyes. She grinned. “Yeah, I’d say you helped me feel a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot better about that.” “Good,” I replied. “What about you?” she asked, pursing her lips, “Are you feeling better about it?” “Yeah. Of course.” “You sure?” she asked, palming the bulge in my pants, “You sure you don’t have just a little bit of depression I can help suck away?” I grinned broadly. “Tempting, sweetie, but I’m good.” She looked devastated. “Come on…please! I know how much you love it.” “Oh, God, I love it,” I said, kissing her, “But, really, I’m good. Eating you out was more than enough for me.” “Are you sure ?” she asked, still looking like I was denying her a free puppy. ... “I’m sure. Rain check?” “Okay but I want you to know that when I get that thing in my mouth, I’m gonna suck harder than…than…” She struggled to think of a good analogy. “Lindsay Lohan after a single drink?” I offered. “Nah, Lindsay Lohan jokes are all used up. So are Paris Hilton jokes…Who’s a famous whore these days?” I shrugged. “Beats me.” “Well, I’m gonna suck you harder than fill-in-the-whore-here,” she said, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. The house lights were starting to dim, signaling the beginning of Part Two. We carefully picked our way back out of the loft, trying our best to hurry before the lights dimmed too much and obscured the obstacles. The actor playing ‘Time’ (uhhh, long story short, he’s basically there to tell the audience that it’s been sixteen years since the end of the first part of the play) was just starting to speak as we sidled our way behind the rearmost curtains. “How does my makeup look?” Kayla whispered to me. “Can’t tell,” I replied, “It looked okay.” “I’m gonna go touch it up.” “Sounds good.” I gave her a quick kiss and she walked down the ramp that led to the double-doors out into the theater hallway. I sidled up against the rear wall of the auditorium and watched the play continue. Ms. Locke’s criticism was still stuck in my head and I tried watching it from a critical point-of-view, just to understand what it was that she was seeing. I couldn’t. I mean…okay, we weren’t exactly going to be picked up by talent scouts any time soon but I was ...