Looking back, it all made sense. What we mistook for animosity, and anger, was nothing more than pure sexual tension. I had known Amanda for over a year. To say we didn't get along was putting it mildly. We often argued, and on occasion, I got smacked for a sharp insult I'd lay on her. We both were enrolled in the same programming class, and due to a curious twist of fate, ended up sitting next to each other. In truth we only argued publicly and when we had time, we were amicable for the most part and even helped each other out on occasion.
Shortly after school started, I also found out she was on the women's swim team, opposite me in the men's. This meant long hours on the bus together. Just what I needed, I thought to myself. At any rate we got to know each other over next school year and shortly our anger, turned into friendly rivalry. Soon you wouldn't one without the other for one reason or another. Our sophomore year we managed to both end up qualifying for the state championships, which were held two hours from where we lived. This meant hotel rooms and an overnight stay.
Our coaches were pretty cool and left most of us by ourselves. While the rest of the team crowded into one room to party, Amanda and I we're left to another by ourselves. Now we had nothing untoward planned from the start, we just started talking and laughing and taking verbal potshots. Finally we broke down into a game of poker. She bested me for several hands in a row (in all honesty I was a wreck, worried about tomorrow's races). Amanda would tease me and poke fun at how she was beating me. I'd retort "How 'bout putting something on the line?" thinking money.
"K. Strip poker?"
"Ummm"
"C'mon...not chicken are ya?"
"You're on woman!"
She got up to lock the door, not wanting to take chances. Now I play for keeps, my mind totally focused. Amanda had a nice body; I knew that from the swimsuits she wore. She had brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Her skin was slightly tanned and she had a pretty girl-next-door face. Her legs were long and flawless. Her stomach flat and muscled, her breast a full B cup. Now I was faced with the prospect of what lay beneath the suit.
First hand went to me. Off with her sweat shirt. Surprisingly she wasn't too upset. Usually she hates losing to me. Second to me as well. Off with the shoes. Next hand she nailed me...my sweatshirt. Next my shoes, then her socks. She had such pretty feet. Next her T-shirt. I had seen the pink satin bra before in her bag, but on her it was breath taking. Her tits filled them amply. In fact I was rapidly reassessing her bra size. Next went her denim shorts. She had on matching panties; too my surprise, they were G-string. She did a quick model turn and I got a full view of her perfect ass.
Now I was losing my concentration. I lost my socks and my T-shirt. Next hand went to me. She shyly turned around and undid her bra. It gave rapidly.
"Turn around," I said.
She hesitated.
"C'mon. You know the rules."
She turned around and blessed my eyes with the roundest, firmest, most beautiful set of breasts I had ever seen.
"Nice. Very, very nice."
"Thanks."
I swallowed, trying to maintain my concentration. My cock was raging inside my shorts begging for relief. We played the next hand slowly. I had a pair of kings. Pretty good. She laid down her hand, pair of queens. She got up and pulled her panties slowly down. As it went down I was at first surprise to see no hair, then remembered that swimmers often shaved it all off for less drag. I was about to comment when I heard someone approaching. Amanda did as well. Since it was my room, she grabbed her clothes and ran for the bathroom. I tossed my shirt on and went for the door. I noticed her panties still on the floor and kicked them under the bed.
It was my coach checking on everybody. I said it was just me, relaxing and playing solitaire. Fortunately the cards were in a pile to confirm my story. He bade me good night and I closed the door. Amanda peaked her head out but I waved her back in whispering he may come back. It was then I smelled her scent. Reaching under the bed, I pulled her panties out and smelled them. Like sweet flowers I thought. My mind raced with a thousand-and-one deeds I wanted to commit with Amanda. I quickly realized I had strong feelings for her, not just lust. Quickly I remembered her in the bathroom and called her out.
"Enjoying yourself?" she said, gesturing to her panties in my hand.
"You forgot these ya ninny," and I tossed them at her. They landed behind her and she dropped her other clothing trying to grab it. She spent several seconds bent over getting her clothes. Each time she bent over, I was graced with an open shot of her cunt yawning open to me. My erection quickly came back.
"Well now what?" I asked slyly.
"What else? Finish the game!"
"With what?" I gestured to her naked form, "You've got nothing else to lose."
She grabbed the deck and sat on the bed across from me. "My virginity."
My mind reeled, but I caught myself. "Like you still have that."
She simply stared me down.
"Fine. Deal." I said as I pulled off my shirt.
Next to lose was me, first my shorts, then my briefs. My cock was rigid as a flagpole and felt just as long or longer.
"Now what?" I said
"If I lose, it's my virginity. If you lose, it's yours."
I went dizzy. That meant either way we were in to it.
She dealt. I had a good hand. I wanted her, I needed her, no, I loved her. I pushed the deck from between us, put my cards down and took hers from her. I held her close and whispered, "I fold" and kissed her deeply. I don't know how long we kissed, but I couldn't get enough of her lips. I pressed my chest to hers feeling her hard nipples on mine.
I broke the embrace and stared at her lovingly. How could I have been such an idiot? She was perfect. I stammered for the words. "I-I love you Amanda." She smiled.
"You sure waited long enough to figure it out!"
"Well sorry!"
She giggled and jumped on top of me. I wrestled her off and managed to get on top of her. She gripped my back with her legs and my rock hard cock came right to her wet, slick cunt. It slipped slightly in and I stopped as she gasped. I stared down then at her. She smiled and nodded. Then she relaxed, closed her eyes, and laid her legs down, spreading them wide.
"I love you too, take me now and make me a woman."
I eased myself into her virgin opening. I could feel her body resist slightly, then I felt a barrier and hesitated.
"It's OK my lover. Break through to me."
I realized it was her hymen, and I pulled out then plunged in ripping it. She gave a small squeal as the remainder of my shaft was forced through her, skewering her womanhood, making her my mate. My balls threatened to explode instantly, but I held them in check. I pumped my cock in and out of her, each thrust eliciting a new sound from her body. My hands groped and explored her breasts and nipples, her body rocked against mine begging to be fucked harder and deeper. I sucked and licked her tits letting my focus go there and not to the burning rage in my ballsac. The sweat began to build on us as her groans became more passionate.
"Oh my love," she said, "don't hold back...I-I'm very close."
Not needing any more help than that I pulled back and rammed my cock home. I pumped her over and over. She screamed once then panted and let another scream out. This happened a few more times before the swelling in my loins became too powerful.
It was then I realized she was unprotected. She saw the look in my eyes, and deduced the same thing. I pulled out quickly, panicking. She quickly took my cock in hand and pumped it.
"I've always wanted to try this." She said as she took my cock in her mouth and sucked me down.
Not wanting her to gag I tried to warn her but she only sucked hard, pulling me all the way down her throat. I grabbed the back of her head and shot my load in huge spurts down her hungry mouth. I felt like I fired a gallon of cum down Amanda's throat when I had finished.
I laid down embracing my new love and we relaxed in each other's arms. After 15 minutes or so she stirred and got up. I didn't want her to go, but she had to. I knew it too, but also knew that this would not be our last rendezvous. She kissed me deeply, and we dressed. I walked her to her room and kissed her again, not letting anyone see.
The next day we both set personal best records but didn't come home with any trophies. Well, she didn't. I still have her panties, her angel scent forever embedded in them.