Author: Lance DeLonge
Title: Driver's Education
Summary: a game of spin the bottle with interesting results
Keywords: MF voy
 
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against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with
strangers is not suicidally stupid.  The real world, sadly, is not like
this: so don't try this at home, kids.

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   Driver's Education 8/13/97

   As I stood watching the rain fall in sheet after sheet of cold water,
the lightning of the thunder storm danced in the sky with the thunder. 
These spring thunder storms were always impressive, unfortunately my
driver's ed class happened to be on the other side of the parking lot.  I
knew I only had a few minutes to get to the portable, and if I didn't get
going I was going to be tardy- again.  I gathered all my nerve and dashed
out into the storm, and my body was instantly soaked, the water as thick as
the water in a pool.  I ran full speed to the portable, crossing the
teacher's parking lot and running across the driving track.  I could see
the inviting lights inside the portable, and concentrated of getting inside
the dry shelter, away from the rain.

   As I scrambled up the steps and twisted open the knob, I literally threw
my self inside, thankful to be inside.  I checked my clothes, almost every
inch was soaked and apparently the air conditioner inside the portable was
on full blast, and as soon as I got inside I was instantly blasted with
Arctic temperature air.  I shivered for a second and looked around.  I saw
no one.  I cursed my self for being stupid enough to think that they would
have class way out here on such a bad day.

   I glanced around the room once more, this time seeing a head peak up
behind the farthest row of desks.

   "Hey," a sweet voice sang out, "Still raining, huh?"

   "Yea," I answered, walking over towards where I saw the head.  I
recognized the voice immediately.  It was Mary Anne , a very tall, but
stunningly beautiful girl in my class.  When I reached the row, I found her
sitting with two girls from the other class we share the portable with.  I
had known both before in elementary and had had a crush on one, and
actually still did.

   Christine raised her hand in greeting and gave a little smile, Jennifer
doing the same.  Christine had been in my class in fifth grade, and I had
the biggest crush on her, but never found the courage to do anything about
it.  She had gorgeous shoulder length light brown hair that gave the
impression o f pure silk, making any man feel the need to run his fingers
through it, and the most wondrous blue eyes I had ever seen.  She was
dressed in a brown flowered cotton sun dress that, even though it fit a
little big, still managed to show her sensuous body.  And she did have one.
She had joined the flag team when she got to high school, and her body
showed clearly that she was in shape.  Her breasts were average sized, but
her legs were perfectly sculpted, curving up flawlessly to her tight round
ass.  The dress had gotten a little wet, and Chrissy had the sleeves pulled
low around her shoulders to allow them to dry.  She had a beautiful face
with sharp, graceful features, and her lips were thin and always seemed to
have a pink glow to them.  I had often imagined kissing them for hours on
end, or having them wrapped around my long, hard cock.  But I eventually
resided my self to giving up the dream, knowing the only way I would ever
have Chrissy was in my dreams.  Since elementary school, I hadn't really
seen her much except on the bus in middle school when she was with her
friends Jennifer, who had almost the opposite features of her friend. 
Jennifer had long, curly black hair and eyes, but her body still had the
flawless appearance of Chrissy's.  She was dressed in her usual tight blue
jeans and white T-shirt, which too had gotten wet and her small white bra
shown through like her shirt were made of cellophane.  Her breasts were
slightly larger than Chrissy's, and the strain on her bra was visible, even
through the shirt.

   Mary Anne, on the other hand, was about six foot three, and played for
the high school basketball team.  She had curly brown hair and green eyes,
and her body was lean and shapely.  Her face was pretty, with the exception
of a nose slightly too big for her thin face.  Her assigned seat was in
front of me in class, and I often found my self fantasizing about this
tall, dark girl, and imagining us wrapped in deep passion.  Her black short
sleeved sweater seemed to be the only thing on her that didn't get wet. 
Her blue jeans shorts were a shade darker and her hair was soaked and
hanging in her face in strings.  Her soaked leather sandals were sitting by
her side, and she sat Indian style, her large feet curled up on her very
long legs.

   "Sit down," Mary Anne invited, "we're just waiting out the storm."

   I accepted her invitation, and gladly sat down among the three beautiful
girls, desperately trying to hide my nervousness, but only succeeding in
making it worse.  Christine glanced at me from time to time as I sat there
listening to the three talk.  A slight smile came over her face and she
leaned over, whispering in Jennifer's ear.  Jennifer smiled too, and gave a
little nod.

   "Hey," Christine said suddenly, "want to play a game."

   "Sure" I answered, glad to be included in any way.

   "How about 'Truth or Dare'?" she asked.

   "Okay," I figured.  Who knows what might come of this I told myself.  I
might finally end up getting to kiss my crush after all.

   "I'll start," Jennifer exclaimed, "Cole, truth or dare?"

   "Truth, " I decided.

   "Have you ever liked any one here?" she asked unabashed.

   "Yes," I admitted.

   "Who?" Mary Anne asked.

   "I answered my question," I said, wanting to answer, but fearing
ridicule.

   "Okay," Mary Anne relinquished, "Truth or dare?"

   "Dare," I choose this time, not wanting to admit my crush on Christine.

   " You have to . . .  " Mary Anne began, looking at Jennifer and smiling,
"kiss Jennifer."

   I looked over at Jennifer, and she looked at me, obviously waiting to
see what I'd do.  I got up and reluctantly walked over to her.

   "It can't be just a peck on the cheek," Christine announced, "It's got
to be good."

   I nodded my head and touched my lips to Jennifer's, instantly feeling a
rush of burning passion seep into my blood stream as Jennifer's tongue
slipped into my mouth, caressing my tongue, and making a noticeable bulge
in my pants.  I hadn't expected such a passionate kiss from her, and I gasp
in surprise.  We kissed for a few moments more, and when we finally parted,
I found myself breathless.  Christine and Mary Anne were staring at me, a
smug smile on both of their faces, and the smile that Jennifer had on her
face was anything but smug.

   "My turn," I announced, turning my head to look at Christine, "Truth of
dare?"

   "Truth." she answered calmly.  Her face looked so beautiful in the dim
light of the portable that I found it hard to look away, mesmerized by her
pure eyes and innocent face.

   "Do any of you here like me?" I asked, hoping for some glimmer in her
eye that she did.

   "Yes," she admitted, but her face didn't show one change.  Then she
smiled, knowing it was her turn to ask a question.  "Truth or dare?" her
flawless lips pronounced.

   The game went around the circle a couple of times, and I couldn't wait
for my turn again.  I needed to find out who liked me.  I was attracted to
everyone there, and I really didn't care which one it was, but if it was
Christine. . .

   "Dare," I answered when the game finally got to me.  It was Chrissy's
turn to ask me, and a devilish smile appeared on her face as I said my
answer.

   "Good," she said, "You have already kissed Jennifer, now kiss Mary Anne
and me, and if you can guess which one of us likes you, you can do anything
you want to that person."

   My mouth dropped.  I could not believe what she had just said.  "What?"
I mumbled, my whole body paralyzed in shock from the proposition.  The
other two girls looked at Christine inquisitively, wondering what brought
that on.  But their faces didn't show disgust or rejection.

   "You heard me," she said.

   I could not believe what the girl I had had a crush on for so long had
just said to me.  I never expected it to come from her, she always seemed
so quiet and demure.  But of course, I wouldn't turn it down.

   "What happens if I'm wrong?" I asked hoarsely.

   "You will become our slave.  You will do anything we say, even if we
make you strip and masturbate in front of us," she said simply, as if it
were the most natural thing in the would.

   "Alight," I said, not sure how this would help them.  Hell, I was about
ready to whip it out anyway.

   Mary Anne was sitting next to me, and as I turned my head towards her,
her lips touched mine, and the heat between them could have melted steel.
Her lips were strong but soft, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as
she wrapped her lips around mine.  Her tongue slipped through my lips,
invading my mouth with it's strong slickness, and wrestled with mine like
two fighters in a prize match.  Her's was strong, and as we embraced, I
found my self submitting to her.  It was not a shameful surrender, but
sweet and natural, and I was engrossed in her totally.  My hands roamed
free across her long body, and held her to me while her hands danced
through my hair, stroking it's short strands.

   We parted slowly, inhaling each others sweet heavy breath, gasping for
air like two long distance runners.  Her kiss was so sweet, Mary Anne had
to be the one who liked me.  I looked over at Christine and Jennifer. 
Their mouths hung open in wonder.

   "I want another turn," Jennifer whispered.

   "Me too," Mary Anne smiled, sitting back down where she had been before.


   "I don't know if I can compete with that," Chrissy said shyly standing
up, " but I can try."

   She pulled me to my feet, and wrapped her arms around my neck.  Her skin
felt like lightning as she pressed her body to mine.  This is all I had
ever wanted since I had met her in fifth grade, and the butterflies in my
stomach were fluttering up as if someone had walked through their field and
sent them into a mass frenzy.  As I looked deep into her crystal blue eyes,
I could feel my bulge pressing into Chrissy's perfect form, and I had never
felt more turned on or embarrassed at the same time.  Her eyes slowly
closed, her lips reaching for mine.

   This was the moment I had only dreamed was possible, and as our lips
closed on each other, my heart beat with the passion of every love ever
created by man.  Kissing Christine was like kissing a goddess, soft and
sweet, and my lips burned with swirls of passionate fire that I could not
put out.  Our lips twisted together perfectly, and the love that emanated
from our embrace was every thing I had imagined possible, but more.  Her
lips were as sweet as the richest chocolate ever created, and I felt as if
I could live off of them forever.  Our kiss seemed to go on and on, yet I
never wanted it to never end.  As our mouths worked against each other, it
seemed that they were working for each other, like the honey bee and the
flower, each needing the other in order to survive.  I held her body
tightly to me as we parted, each gasping for air and reveling in the others
damp breath.

   "It's you, isn't it?" I questioned breathlessly, whispering my one hope
and praying it was.  The way Mary Anne and Jennifer kissed, I could see
that they possibly liked me, but the connection that Chrissy and I made
during our embrace left me with no question.

   "Yes," Christine admitted, "I have since I met you."

   "Ever since fifth grade," I mumbled as Christine nodded slowly.  I
couldn't believe I had gone all this time watching her from a distance, and
never thinking that she might feel the same about me.  I was stunned, and I
couldn't do anything but just look into her eyes.

   "A deal's a deal," she said whisperly, "what would you like to do?"

   I leaned forward and kissed her soft, pink lips again, and she accepted
me fully, kissing back with the pent up lust of seven years.  Kissing her
felt so right, and I couldn't do any thing but revel in her sweet taste,
enjoying what it finally felt like to hold her against me, her warm form
rubbing sensously against mine, her delicate breasts rubbing up and down my
body.  She could surely feel my lust for her, my cock was hard and hot,
begging to get out.

   She pulled away slowly, breathless.  I found that my breath, too, was
gone.

   "That was good," Chrissy exclaimed softly, "but I kinda had something
else in mind."

   "Like what?" I questioned, noticing the mischievous look that over took
her face.  Christine reached around her back, undoing the zipper on her
dark sun dress.  Slowly, almost mystically she pulled it from her
shoulders, allowing the light fabric garment to fall into a pool around her
feet, leaving only her silky bra and French cut black panties covering her
magnificent body.

   My eyes spread wide open, and I gasp at the nearly nude form in front of
me.  Christine smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me
lightly.  "Get the idea?" she questioned.

   "Oh yea," I moaned.  Christine looked like what one would think of as
human perfection.  Every inch of her screamed femininity, and I felt all
logic vanish in my mind as I felt her bare body against mine.

   Christine took my hand and led me to the center of the room.  She
beckoned for me to join her as she lowered her self to the floor, her
exquisite legs bending and inviting me to touch, to taste.  I longed to do
so.  What I was feeling was crazy.  If anyone had told me thirty minutes
ago that I would be laying naked with Christine ever I would have called
them insane.  But my mind rushed, and I could feel my masculinity pressing
against my pants, hard and ready for her.

   Feverishly I kissed Christine, covering her neck and face with the
embraces of passion's slave, and my hands roamed free across her body as
she gasp, approving every move I made.  My hands blindly caressed her back,
feeling her soft strength and her delicate, fiery skin as mine ignited with
every touch she gave me.  Feverishly she yanked off my T-shirt, revealing
my bare, muscular chest.  She sighed as she caressed it with her hands, her
luxurious fingers trailed her fiery tips across me.  She lifted her self
slightly, taking my nipple into her mouth, searing me with her blistering
tongue and sending shock wave of pleasure coursing through out my body.  I
groaned her name as she switched nipples.  I had never had so much pleasure
from my nipples, and I held her head up gently to my chest with approval.

   As she gave her final few flicks, she slowly lowered herself back to the
elevated floor of the portable, a smug look on her face.  I decided to
return the favor, and eased her bra clasp from between her swelling tits,
pulling each side off, and staring in wonderment as I revealed her twin
mams, each glowing with the fiery lust growing from inside their owner.  I
lowered my mouth over one of her duel cherry colored tips, taking my first
taste of Christine's beautiful body.  She was sweet beyond words and I
groaned as I thoroughly pleasured my gorgeous new mistress.  Christine
purred beneath me, obviously enjoying the intimate attention I was showing
her.  I made sure not to neglect the other one before making my way down,
caressing her pliant belly as my hands slid down her smooth, flawless legs.
I purposely avoided her panties, a move Christine did not care for at all.
Her hands pulled my head up towards her apex as my tongue danced across her
thighs.  I slowly complied, moving my hands up and tugging at the thin
elastic of her black underwear.  She helped, pushing down her panties,
urging my resisting hands to hurry up and remove the only clothing she had
left.  I gave in, pulling her ebony silkies off her long, tanned legs.  For
a moment I looked at her in awe, her now nude body stretched out before me.
I had only fantasized about this moment, and now as it actually happened, I
couldn't help but pray that it wasn't just another dream.  But as her hands
reached out and caressed my face, I knew it wasn't, and if I could only
make it last forever, I would be forever happy.

   I lowered my head, my mouth brushing briefly with her brown glistening
hairs.  I could smell her excitement, and I desperately wanted to know how
she tasted.  But I wanted to tease her a little first, make it so she would
never forget how I drove her out of her mind before taking her over the
edge.  And that is precisely what I did.

   My thirsty tongue reached out, cutting through Christine's bristly hairs
and licked her delicate lips, tasting her precious lube that even now
leaked from within the sacred part of her.  Christine groaned as I eased my
fingers in to her bubbling cunt, first one, then two, and finally squeezing
three as my tongue danced along her pulsating opening.  My fingers slid
into her slick pussy like well oiled pistons, heightening Christine's
ecstasy and causing more and more passionate cries to escape her mouth, her
hands holding my head between her legs as my fingers shimmied in and out of
her crammed cunt.  I brought Christine to the point of explosion, only to
stop suddenly and slowly withdrawal my fingers.  I meticulously licked each
finger clean of Christine's sweet lube as she watched, so horney, she was
ready to come from only the slightest touch.  I replaced my fingers with my
tongue, clamping my mouth fully on hers, my tongue sinking into her tasty
hot sex pot, and stirring slowly, making Christine growl as I teased her
mercilessly.  My tongue danced around her small clit, flicking it cruelly
as Christine writhed in pleasure beneath me.  I brought her to the edge so
many times, only to leave her hanging on the edge as I continued to torture
her.  When finally I decided she had had enough, I snaked my slick, rough
tongue deep inside her, feeling her hot, gentle flesh surround my muscle
once again.

   "Please," she begged, "finish me, please"

   I complied, slowly beginning to tongue fuck her flooded shaft. 
Christine cried out, the force of her post-poned climax building beyond her
limits as I finally pushed her over the edge.  I watched, spell bound, as
my crush for seven years came, her sharp features expressing her immense
ecstasy as her orgasm surged against her, melting her nerves and searing
her mind with the unparalleled rapture of pure sexual release.  She
screamed my name, her sensuous lips curled in the overwhelming feeling only
a lover knows.  her climax seemed to go on and on as I dug deeper and
deeper into her delicious pussy, her juices flooding forth like a giant
internal dam bursting, shooting it's honey into my mouth were I greedily
swallowed every drop.

   After seeming minutes of her acidic climax, Christine slumped to the
floor, gasping for air.  The look of satisfaction on her face was only
edged out by the look of ever-present lust that soon replaced it.

   "That was amazing" she said breathlessly, her chest still heaving from
the tremendous strain.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lowered it
down again.  She soon recovered, and propped her self up as that same
mischievous look came over her sharp face.

   Christine's hands ran up the length of my legs, caressing my belly and
chest as her body molded to mine.  She wrapped her arms around me
seductively, one hand slipping to the belt on my jeans.  Quickly and
precisely she had my belt undone and my zipper down.  She smiled as I stood
up, her hands pulling down the last of my clothing.  Within moments I was
standing nude before my crush, my dick standing at full attention, harder
than it had ever been.  I could not believe what was happening. 
Christine's delicate hand curled around my prick, surprisingly strong for
it's beautiful thin appearance.  Her hours of flag twirling gave her an
amazing grip, and my knees weakened as she stroked my cock, her satin soft
skin rubbing the length of my love sausage.  Her smile only got broader as
I propped myself up on one of the desks, trying desperately to not collapse
from the immense pleasure.

   "Damn, I'm gonna love this," she said aloud, oblivious that she had said
it aloud.  She sensously lowered her self to her knees, her soft feminine
hand griping my pulsing prick tightly.  Slowly I watched as she slid her
hand up and down my long, solid shaft.

   "You have a beautiful cock," she said innocently, "does it taste as good
as it looks?"

   I shrugged my shoulders as she began to lick my excited dick, her slick
red tongue stroking every spot just right, making me groan with the immense
pleasure of the act.  The feelings emanating from my swelling prick were
phenomenal, and my eyes closed in instinctive reflex as Christine deep
throated my cock, sliding it deep into her mouth until my head hit bottom.
I forced my eyes open as it slid back out of her throat, a shiny, slick
coat of Christine's saliva coating it and only fueling my overwhelming
desire for this girl.  She smiled wickedly as she sucked me, sucking me in
as deep as she could, lubing up my rock like prick and wrapping her
snake-like tongue around it.  My knees buckled under the heavy strain, and
I collapsed against the nearest desk, Chrissy's vacuous mouth never leaving
my protruding rod as I slid slowly to the floor.  Her small, delicate hands
caressed my nuts, only adding to my desperation as I watched in awe as her
beautiful lips rode my shaft up and down, licking the most sensitive places
as if it were second nature to her.

   Mary Anne and Jennifer watched in amazement as their close friend sucked
me off, their eyes wandering along my body, always coming back to Chrissy's
desperate blow.  Mary Anne had undone the front of her jeans shorts and had
one hand buried within her cream colored panties, pleasuring herself as
Christine pleasured me.  My face twitched with the ecstasy Chrissy exuded
on me, and with in moments I was ready to shoot.  As my orgasm approached,
I gasp heavily, petting Chrissy's golden brown hair as she sucked away all
restraint in me.  I began to buck uncontrollably, my cock sliding into her
mouth, her sharp white teeth nipping every so often, only adding to my
desperation.  Only minutes ago my biggest hope was to just kiss this
goddess of a girl.  I hadn't ever in my wildest dreams expected that I
would soon be coming in her mouth.  But as time ticked by, I was slowly
broken down, and groaned her name aloud.

   "Uhhh, Chrissy, I'm coming, I'm. . .  uhhh. . .  coming!" I cried, and
she just sucked harder until I couldn't hold back anymore.  I shot my load
into her mouth, while wave after wave of painful pleasure surged against
me, forcing me to cry out in rapture and shoot spasm after spasm of cum
into my crush's dainty mouth.

   I fell back on the standard school board blue carpeting, dazed after
what had just happened.  Chrissy savored my cum with obvious pleasure
before swallowing it.  A small amount of my cum had spilled onto her chin
and I leaned over and licked the small stream up, kissing her lips once
again and smiling a purely horney smile.  Despite my mind-blowing orgasm, I
was still bothered enough to take on all three of them.  She kissed me
back, wrapping her arms around my back and plunging her tongue deep into my
mouth.  Our tongues fought briefly before we separated, my mouth feverishly
attacking her neck and chest, her hand pulling my head against her.

   My hands slowly worked down her nude body, searching out her flooded
poon.  I carefully fondled each pink lip, each stroke bringing a audible
gasp from Christine.  Soon my finger slid into her bubbling cunt, and she
wrapped her arms around my neck for support as we kissed desperately.  I
could feel her passion flowing through our kiss, and our mutual exchange of
lust drove us faster.  Another finger slid up her flue, causing a momentary
gasp and break in out kiss.  Then another, when finally I had four fingers
fucking her sopping, maxed out pussy.

   "I need you now," she groaned, her eyes deep with the passion of a woman
too long deprived of her deserved affection.  With one single movement she
had me on my back, my prick sticking up like a flag pole, waiting to be
sheathed by my wanting mistress.  Her eyes grew dark, the most stunning
shade of deep blue I had ever seen, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer.
Slowly, gracefully she positioned her gaping hole over my prick, its sweet
lubricating juices dripping down onto it's head and making it glisten in
the dim light of the portable.

   I stared in immense amazement and pleasure as Christine lowered herself
onto my shaft, my cock disappearing inch my inch as it was engulfed by her
glistening pink lips.  I slid tightly to the hilt, her juices surrounding
my dick fully.  I reveled in the warmth of her cooze, the way her body
surrounded my prick and stimulated the animal inside me.  She looked down,
her beautiful sharp face a mix of amazement and ecstasy as she began
thrusting against my passion.  Her pace quickened as I began working with
her, my hips gyrating in conjunction with hers, making me gasp with
rapture. Her pussy was immensely tight despite my fingers before, and every
stroke forced upon me the pure delight of intense intercourse.

   I sat up enough to take one of her tits into my mouth, suckling her pert
pink nipples gently, flicking my tongue across it's course surface and
indulging in the sweet flavor of this truly gorgeous young woman. 
Christine moaned above me as she pinched my nipples, sending echoes of
pleasure coursing throughout my body, adding to the already overwhelming
passion emanating through my link with Christine.

   Christine leaned slowly down over top of me, and as our lips touched and
our hips collided in the explosive throes of passion, a connection was made
between Christine and me, a connection that we would later realize was our
true feelings, our bond as soul mates.  This connection touched off the
climax in both of us, and as we reveled in each other's hold, we exploded
simultaneously.

   Christine bucked wildly atop me as her orgasm over took her like a
tsunami crashing down on a tropical Pacific island, drowning her in the
pure ecstasy of a mind numbing climax, causing her groan my name as I let
my own orgasm overtake me.  I cold feel the cum as each volley rushed into
Christine's waiting vagina, shooting deep into her and making every nerve
in my body scream out in pleasure as they were seared by the climax of two
destined lovers.

   After seemingly minutes of our grand climaxes, Christine relaxed on top
of me, letting all her weight rest on my satiated body.  Her limp body felt
like heaven, and as we kissed the brief after kisses of a lover's act, I
found total peace in us.  Our act was all I had ever wanted and more than I
ever dreamed it would be.  As I laid there with the girl of my dreams, I
could honestly say I had never before felt more comfortable or more
satisfied.  Christine rested her soft, silken head trustingly on my chest,
my cock still engulfed my her flue.

   "That was absolutely amazing," she whispered, her breathing once again
returning to normal.

   "I had never felt anything like it," I answered back.

   She propped her chin up on her hand, her eyes gazing into my face, "It's
not over, though," she exclaimed slyly.

   I smiled.  I never wanted this to end, and I loved the fact that she
felt the same way.  "You were right in one aspect, " Christine continued,
"and you got what was promised.  But you were wrong in another way."

   "How was that?" I questioned, not quite sure what she was talking about.

   "You guessed that I liked you,"

   "Yeah, so?"

   "But you didn't guess that Mary Anne and Jennifer both also liked you,"
Christine exclaimed, a sound of victory in her voice.

   I looked over at our audience.  I had forgotten them in my passion, not
wanting anything to interfere with Christine and my love.  Both of the
girls looked at me with the same victorious expression.

   "You got your reward, now it's our turn."