Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... afterward, and I didn't object when his hand pushed into my pussy again. He must have paid attention to my earlier guidance, as his finger fucked me wonderfully, with the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. Umm. Good work, John! Then our swim washed his cum off him, and my hand, and we went back to sunning.

I was still quite pissed off at Ted, though.

So that night I confronted my SOB brother. He hemmed and hawed, tried to lie, then made excuses. We were going to date others when we went to college, weren't we? This was just like that. Just a little sooner...

He shut up when I screamed, "Asshole!" at him. He really messed up by bringing up college! Because I was going to have to change my plans, to put off college or go to the squirrelly junior college in our town. Because fucking Ted got me fucking pregnant! Well, maybe it was dad, but... He was going to get to go on with his life like nothing had happened while I had to change my entire life plan! SO FUCKING UNFAIR!

I kept after Ted, destroying one feeble excuse after another, and he eventually confessed. About Sara's first handy on prom night, then the others since. But he swore - my BS meter didn't go off, so I believed him - that they weren't having sex, just getting each other off like I'd seen at the beach.

In the end, Ted was very contrite, and we ended up having the nicest, sweetest sex we'd had in weeks. Now, maybe I should have told Ted about what I'd done to John to keep him interested, but it ...

... didn't feel right.

I'm a good person - just ask anyone - and I'm sure that my instincts are also good. I'm good, so what I want must be good, too. Right? Anyways, it was nice to get Ted straightened out. He promised he'd cool it with Sara, and I made a silent vow to rein in John.

Now, as you can imagine, John was not thrilled about that. He liked getting hand jobs, and had really liked getting his fingers in my pussy. So we ended up having a fight. About what isn't important, but it was a big one. John apologized for everything - well, he did make me cry - and was very sweet when he took me home. I did let him kiss me goodnight, and, after pretending to consider it for a bit, I did say we could go to the lake on Saturday.

And go out on Friday night, just like always. I even let him kiss me and feel me up, but I took my hand away when he put it on his dick. He seemed to accept that - not get pissed off, which surprised me - and continued kissing and caressing me. But then I noticed that he was moving a bit strangely, and when I investigated, I saw that he'd unzipped, taken out his penis, and, while he stroked my tit with one hand he was stroking his dick with the other!

Really? The nerve! But it was kind of hot. I like penises, the way they look, the way they get hard, and how they shoot. How they smell. John's scent was a little more piquant than Ted's, and, as always, once it got into my brain it did stuff to me.

I'd already been getting wet from John feeling my ...