Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Part: Chapter 12 of 25 Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters of three older teenagers Keywords: mf, nosex, oral, public, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way relationship a couple of days ago culminating in the loss of Cilla's and my virginities with Sonia's assistance. ********************************************* WEDNESDAY ========= Sonia discretely cuddled into me at school when we caught up during the break between morning classes. "Cilla sends her love." "Thanks - how about you?" "Yes." My petite teenaged lover looked up at me and poked her tongue out. "She sent me her love too." I poked my tongue out at her in turn and paddled her cute rear then hugged her tighter. "I can understand that, you are definitely lovable." "What are you doing lunch time?" she asked me. "Nothing special. Why?" "Meet me in the library and you'll find out. I did some special study with Cilla last night and I want to review some of the material." I had loaned her a couple of books which gave instruction on matters sexual and it appears she had been going through them with her neighbour, and our mutual lover, Cilla. I gave a little silent prayer, "Thanks Dr Comfort." "So what did you get up to with Cilla while you were 'studying'?" "Nothing much. She wasn't much help with my maths but gave me a few suggestions with ... oh you meant later." She smiled knowing very well all along what I had meant. "We had a bit of a cuddle and a snog (I love the little English terms she tosses into her conversation from time to time) while checking out the books. It's a good thing Mum had to go out - I don't know how I would have explained the one with all the photographed positions; I'm sure some of them are impossible! The other one was good though; it was easy to read, nice pictures too." We didn't get a chance to pursue this topic further however as a couple of our friends joined us and we had to go back into class shortly thereafter. Still there was the promise of lunch time. ----- In my enthusiasm I got to the library some time before Sonia. I was checking out a display of newly arrived books when she put her arms around my waist. With her cheek against the middle of my back I heard "Guess who?" Hmm, tough one! She took my hand and looked around the room. The librarian had a small office behind the check out desk and tended to spend most of her idle time there. This gave her a limited view of the back of the room past row after row of tables. Sonia grabbed a couple of books, ignoring the titles, and hauled me past the only two other students who had come in. Normally the library was nearly empty for about 15 minutes while the students ate their lunches then they would drift in and out making it a busier place. Sonia had timed things well as there was an interschool track meet scheduled for the afternoon and many who might have wandered in were by the oval instead. The opportunity to watch a tight butt or sexy limbs as the athletes warmed up was not to be wasted. The always delightful, delicate, decorative, demonstrative and definitely delicious (not to mention debauched) despot sat me down decisively next to her and opened a book. "Look like we're studying." I glanced at out reading material. What a coincidence - an article on alliteration. "Okay. So far, easy. Now what sweetheart?" I thought. "Have you got a condom with you?" I didn't really want it to look like I was expecting to have sex at the drop of a hat but, well, I didn't spend a couple of years in the boy scouts without at least learning to "be prepared". I opened my wallet and removed the thin package. With a quick look round Sonia took it and tore it inexpertly open. Hey, it was the first time she had tried! "You'll have to keep an eye out for me." As the other students were facing towards the entrance at the other end of the room and I could see down the hall through the glass panels in the library doors, I didn't think this would be a problem if we were quiet. Sonia put the unwrapped circle of rubber on the table in full view if anyone had come past and held my belt with one hand while she undid my zip with the other. "I can do that if you like", I offered. "You just keep your hands on the book and at least one eye on the others. She deliberately dropped a pen on the floor and then reached for my penis through the front of my boxers and my fly. I had stiffened somewhat since sitting down and, at her touch, came fully to attention making the job of exposing it a little harder. "I read that a little danger can heighten the sexual experience", said my love. "The only danger at the moment is that you'll break something - here let me", I chided gently. She removed her hand and I rearranged my tackle so she had easier access. I looked at her and decided that, pretty as her pout was, I had better apologise for interfering. I kissed her and whispered, "I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't have broken anything." "Don't count on it now, buster!" She squeezed my balls, stopping before it got painful but making her point. "I'll behave", I promised, returning my hands to the book of English poetry. Sonia took the condom and, recalling the problem I had had a couple of days earlier (It was dark in the cinema!), checked how it unrolled before covering my rampant prick. I concentrated on doing as I was told and images of Margaret Thatcher! With her right hand rhythmically pumping up and down she surveyed the room. "Am I supposed to be doing anything?" I asked. I feel that the saying "nice guys finish last" isn't quite right. First or second (or in our case third) wasn't really important; I believed it should be more a case of "nice guys don't finish alone". In this instance I felt distinctly selfish as Sonia was putting in all the effort for little obvious reward. "Just keep an eye out while I get my pen." Sonia moved her chair back and disappeared under the table. There wasn't much head room but the other tables and chairs obstructed the view from the front of the room unless the person checking us was prepared to put their head down at floor level. Sonia put her hands on the top of my lap and pushed my legs apart. Now she really had my attention! As her lips touched my rubber coated phallus I tried to concentrate on my assigned task with varying degrees of success (Margaret Thatcher! Margaret Thatcher!) Sonia turned into a vacuum cleaner. It reminded me of a cartoon where the man was instructing an inexperienced woman in the art of fellation. "Suck dammit!" he said, "Blow job is just a euphemism." I certainly didn't need to tell Sonia that. Her tongue was passing tantalisingly along the underside of my prick as she began bobbing her head up and down. I was fortunate that the thin latex sheath dulled enough of the sensations to keep me from coming immediately. As I felt Sonia's hand push under my legs to cup my balls I noticed the movement of a door opening. I sat stunned as the librarian came out and surveyed her realm. What should I do? Sonia must have felt my balls shrink back as I reacted to the situation. If I stopped her, the librarian would see her get up - there was no avoiding that - and we might have a little explaining to do. If I let her stay there and the librarian came this way we would have an even harder time acting innocent. With just a couple of days left at high school I did not want to face suspension or even exclusion from taking my exams. Shit! What to do? My heart, which had been beating faster due to Sonia's oral activity, was now working twice as hard again. Messing around in public at the diner the other day had been one thing; the consequences here were something else. Damn! Why did I have to go along with this. I knew exactly why but was still regretting it as the librarian turned and re-entered her office. The relief I felt coincided with my returning perception of the sensations under the table. Sonia was fucking me with her mouth, her lips forming a constricting band which moved up and down as she fondled my balls and continued to tease the underside of my penis with her tongue. I could no longer stop myself. My balls constricted and I banged the back of her head against the under-surface of the table as I tried to drive my prick deeper into her succulent mouth and the rubber filled with my emissions. She responded by taking as much of me into her mouth as she could without gagging and firmly embedded her teeth around the base of my penis. She held on while I reached down and tried to get her to back off. It hurt more than a little but then she let up and I could feel the ring of teeth marks around my still firm pole as she clambered back up clutching her pen and rubbing the back of her head. "Did I study well enough?" she asked in a whisper. "Sorry about your head. If I said you needed more practise I'd only be being greedy. I can't imagine it being any better but, shit! Mrs Planter came out while you were down there. I thought we were busted for sure." "But we weren't though, were we? And did you get an extra thrill? Was she looking at you when you were coming?" "No and yes and almost. You're crazy but I love it. I don't think I should let you study anymore though; you might pick up more bad habits. Why did you bite me? Was it just 'cause I hit your head?" "Did it hurt?" "Yes" "Did it hurt good?" I thought about what she might mean. "Yes", I admitted. "Can you still feel it?" There was a continuous sensation of pressure at the base of my cock. Damn! I was still sitting there with it dangling from my pants. "Yes", I said as I made myself presentable again. "Well if you are lucky that feeling will remain with you for a while. You will keep remembering this all afternoon." "Do you think I would be able to forget?" "Let's just say now you have a constant reminder." I had removed the condom and tied it before putting it in my pocket then zipped my pants up. "Come here." I got up and pulled Sonia between the book cases. I took her face in my hands and lifted it gently. "I love you." I kissed her, noticing a slight rubber taste as my tongue pressed through her lips and against hers. We swapped saliva for ages with my fingers slipping through her hair and hers digging between my shoulder blades. When we came up for air I put my mouth next to her ear and kissed it lightly before asking, "Can I do anything for you?" Not realising how much fun my little sexpot had been having in the evenings I was thinking of standing behind her with my hand slipped down the front of her knickers and my finger sliding back and forth over her slit. "This is good. Just kiss me again like that." "Whatever M'lady desires", I thought. ----- I managed to finally talk to Cilla that afternoon. I had a little while after I got home before I had to rush out again so I gave her a call at work. Unfortunately neither of us had the time we wanted. I would have liked to have gone and seen her but my studies over the next two weeks were too important to miss. Dad had already cut my hours back at work to see I had the time to revise. Cilla invited me to lunch on Saturday. I was to turn up mid-morning, "meet the family" and have lunch before we went out somewhere with Sonia. I said my reluctant good-byes to the young woman I had seen so infrequently but who now jointly owned my heart and hung up the phone before going into my room to change. I saw the parcel that had been left on my bed. Excellent! I unwrapped it and sorted through the rings by size, trying the largest on. It may have looked a bit effeminate but I didn't care. The rings made a statement the may have only been appreciated by the three of us but I didn't think I would need to explain it to the girls. Red gold, yellow gold and platinum bands wove in and out of each other. Three separate strands together, forming a single ring. Talk about the Trinity! I decided Saturday afternoon would be the perfect time. ----- When Cilla saw Sonia later, she let her know our plans for Saturday and checked that Sonia was happy with them. Sonia thought the idea was excellent and asked if her mother minded her inviting me to lunch on Sunday. My life was starting to be planned for me! Oh well isn't that the effect of women on men everywhere?