Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2

... posters and the constant drone of the same old records over and over again. “Well some girls get crushes on real life people too, like their teachers, or their friends, or their friends’ brothers or mothers or even fathers, right?” I nodded; the song ‘Don’t stand so close to me!’ by the Police sprang into my mind. Of course I knew all this. “But most of us grow out of our crushes when we get older and get boyfriends of our own.” “I guess so,” was all I could muster in reply, stroking her wet shoulder with my fingertips. But she hadn’t finished. “Two years ago I had a crazy crush on a boy from the football team. He was older than me and I was mad about him. I followed him around, wrote him secret letters that I never sent, imagined what it would feel like being married to him and, well, did all the teenage girl stuff. “He never noticed me of course but one of his friends did. I was so flattered that a cool older boy liked me that I agreed to go on a date with him without thinking. He took me in his car to a movie then to the lake and started to grope me. That’s when I realised what being with a boy was really like – all clumsy hands and fingers though in a way it did feel very grown up. “Anyway, I was so young and inexperienced I didn't know how to stop him. Before I knew it my panties were around my ankles and he was trying to stick his cock into me. I panicked. My body went all weird, my pussy just closed up and he couldn’t get it in. He hurt me so much by trying then came ...

... all over my tummy and my clothes. It was really messy and horrible.” “That’s terrible, Hannah.” “Not really,” she contradicted, “I did want him to do it I just panicked when I felt his cock between my legs. He was horrible afterwards. He put the word out that I didn't have a pussy at all; that I was so frigid it had healed up." She looked down into the water, ashamed. "The boys started to call me 'Snap Snatch'" I was horrified. "I'm so sorry,” I encouraged. “That was a dreadful experience. You don’t have to go on if it upsets you to tell me. ” She smiled again. “It feels good to talk. Is that usual afterwards?” “It’s very common,” I laughed. “It’s called ‘pillow talk’.” “Pillow talk? I like it!” she said, “so ours is ‘Hot Tub Talk’?” “I suppose so.” She smiled as if really pleased. “Well, that put me off boys for a long time. I don’t think I’ve recovered still because I started getting crushes on grown-ups instead; mostly my teachers and mostly the men,” she shot me a look as if expecting a reaction but I kept my expression as blank as I could. “Remember the school trip to the mountains last year? I was crazy about one of the student teachers; he was about twenty-five, a footballer and was on the trip too. I made a bit of a nuisance of myself to be honest but he didn’t seem to mind and when he offered to take us to watch the sunset one evening, I was the only one who wanted to go. “I held his hand on the way there. It was so romantic and after the sun had gone down over the ...