After having two intense sexually-charged sessions in a short time span which involved me blowing off huge loads onto or in-between my newly-minted girlfriend's marvellous rack, I was hooked on it like a drug.
The sex-crazed teenager in me constantly wanted more action but there was no real opportune time. A trip to the theatres for movies phasing out or study sessions at each other's places didn't pan out as what we intended, only providing us a temporary but insufficient reprieve. We snuck in rushed kisses, gropes and some rubbing but unfortunately we didn't mange to progress any further.
Jarelle didn't explicitly state her desire for the physical aspect of our relationship, but she definitely showed it through her actions; with increasing revealing clothes, showing that extra inch of cleavage, or even initiating a trip to a secluded handicap toilet at the mall, evoking good memories of that Friday's sexual escapade. Especially during this dry-spell that Jarelle and I were going through, recollecting on our lustful encounter served as good jerking-off material, even though it never sated the same thirst.
Emy and Andy made it a point to join Jarelle and I on our study dates as preparations for our national exams commenced. It had definitely helped in terms of giving everyone a disciplined regime of revision and more importantly, it meant that I couldn't make a move on Jarelle, or Andy on Emy during our supposedly study time. However, for Andy and I, it meant that we had more distractions in the form of two buxom babes instead of only our own girlfriend.
Typically, Emy would be decked in her usual jumper and shorts, while Jarelle took a more flexible approach, in the form of wearing blouses and tops, with a denim jacket or matching cardigan. Over the last few sessions and days, there was a passing heat wave, and Jarelle had discarded her jacket on most days, treating us to a sight. From a crop top which showed an excessive amount of her underboob, to a form-fitting sexy sleeveless blouse which showed an incredible amount of cleavage, it was fair to say that she caught a fair bit of attention. Despite Andy's best efforts at being discreet, he had been caught sneaking an increasing number of peeps and glances at my beautiful buxom girlfriend throughout the week.
Throughout the week, Emy had been seeking help from me on her Chemistry revision, and it had seemed just like any other study session, when Emy had plopped down on the seat directly opposite me and began bombarding me with questions. Andy strolled in not long after, munching on the sandwich he had just bought, and his eyes were almost glued onto Jarelle's voluptuous cleavage, which was on show, accentuated by her V-neck black floral print romper.
Emy, in her jumper, was already sweating buckets due to the incessant heat, and cursed out, "Damn, I regret this sweater outfit already. I should've known by now."
"You wanna head home to change? We could go together." Andy suggested, almost too innocently.
"Nah, I will just take this off." Emy replied. She pulled over her jumper, and what she wore underneath, evoked memories of me seeing her in her sexy state in the male washroom that eventful Friday. Emy wore a white tank top, with the low cut scoop displaying a delicious creamy cleavage of her snugly encased tits. Her boobs strained heavily against the tank top holding them and I could make out their perfectly round shape. The school uniform had looked like sexy lingerie on Emy that night, with one button too many undone, showcasing her glorious bra-cladded orbs. Arguably, what was in front of me now, was even hotter.
As I traced the beads of sweat glide from Emy's neck down to her cleavage which was on show, I couldn't help but develop a massive boner. My mind couldn't help but drift to the different possibilities that could have happened that night. Did Andy managed to see more? Did Emy jerk him off or gave him a blowjob? Maybe Emy had given Andy a titfuck, and the visual stimulus led to him blowing his load so quickly. Is Emy still a virgin?
From that, it escalated to the different fantasies I had of Emy. One of my favourite was me blackmailing her regarding what I heard or saw. Right by the sink, I would slowly unbutton Emy's blouse. I could almost see her pouty face, in some form of unwillingness of protest. However, she had no other alternatives but to comply. I could jerk myself off until I blew a hot load into her mouth or onto her face, much to Emy's digust. Alternatively, and more favourably, if Emy was willing, I could trade sexual favours in return for being coy and the tutoring. Emy and I could even have a quick rendezvous in the toilet while our respective oblivious parents were studying. We could mutually pleasure each other, before I fingered her into lustful oblivion and she stroked me off to coat her majestic perfect orbs with my seed. I couldn't deny that my deepest darkest fantasies involved Emy, and that they often coaxed the largest loads out of me.
I was so distracted that I didn't realise that the girls had already gone for their mid-day Starbucks treat, and was snapped out of my daydreams by Andy's sudden frustrated bellow.
"What's up? Are you stressed or are you frustrated at something else?" I questioned, half laughing at Andy's sudden outburst.
"Yeah I am stressed by Chemistry and pent up too." Andy snapped back, as he sulked, lamenting the lack of opportunities.
"Chemistry, I can help." I offered, "But pent up, I can't." I laughed. I could understand Andy's frustration as I was in the same predicament too, having contemplated seriously about cutting my session short to head home early just to rub one out.
"Sigh. If only I knew what Emy was wearing underneath her jumper, I would have insisted that we go back to hers for a change in clothes." Andy grumbled.
"Are you sure you guys will be just changing clothes?" I teased Andy.
Andy gave me a friendly punch and boasted, "Well, getting the clothes off is definitely part one. I am sure when she sees the D, she would be in a rush to get hers off." It was one of his jock moments, which was relatively crude but I've learnt to accept it. I was never one to kiss and tell and stuck firmly for my principles.
"Yeah right, I am sure she will be." I nonchalantly waved Andy off.
"How're things going between Jarelle and you? Her dressing is so on-point recently!" Andy commented. We had an unsaid common understanding that our eyes would inadvertently wander to each other's girls. I couldn't help but wonder if Andy did fantasise about Jarelle, like I do about Emy.
"All is good." I gave a curt reply, as I had mixed feelings about Andy thinking about Jarelle in that manner. Feeling hypocritical, I wanted to change the topic, and I asked back, "How about Emy and you?"
"Well, wouldn't mind having more sexy time. Opportunities a little hard to come by." Andy dejectedly said, before questioning, "By the way, you stay till late everyday right? Like almost everyday."
"Yeah, I am so behind schedule. Today is gonna be one of those days again." I stated.
"How's it like?" Andy asked, innocuously.
"Tiring?" I answered, not understanding what Andy was referring to.
"I mean, is it quiet and private over here at night!" Andy gave me another friendly slap on the back in mock anger that I didn't catch it the way he expected.
"That's a pretty good idea..." I said apprehensively. "It can get pretty quiet here at night, and there isn't anyone else normally. I mean I do stay till quite late. And yes, I am planning to stay but I can leave earlier to wing you, if necessary."
