All participants in sexual acts are at least eighteen year old, or older.
*****
Wow! I was her "Boy Toy!" That's what Claire had called me before shooing me out and home after our evening of torrid sex.
Let me tell you, there was very little sleep for me that night. Jeez, I tossed and turned and fondled an almost constant erection until compelled into getting up around 2:30 to jerk off.
Even then it wouldn't go down as the thoughts of what had happened to me yesterday and various scenarios of what else could or would happen to me in the future kept me wide awake and horny as hell.
Around four am I reminded myself of the promise of more that coming afternoon and finally dozed off.
The next morning I did show up at school and realized that nobody seemed to think I looked any different or kidded me about the cock-measuring contest I'd been in the day before.
With a start I remembered that none of the guys involved went to my school, and Foxy, the #%$!@&! that got me into it went to St. Michael's several blocks away.
It was kind of depressing NOT to be able to share the adventures with anyone, but I'd promised Claire I wouldn't, and wanting more of her, I kept my word.
I did find myself looking at the girls somewhat differently, a little more confidently perhaps, and the first two classes raced by.
I cut my pre-lunch class as scheduled and arrived at Claire's promptly at 11:30. We were to have lunch together. I was concerned because I had to be at work by three and even though Claire had assured me we had plenty of time I was still nervous.
My erection was harder than Chinese arithmetic, and I had great difficulty hiding it from the moment I left school until arriving at Claire's.
It may have been my imagination, but I could swear several women stared at my crotch as I walked along the street to Claire's apartment. In later years I came to learn that some women have perfected the art of undressing a man in the most discreet manner imaginable and have an innate sense of a man's sexual arousal. In short, it's very possible they knew I was horny as hell.
I knocked at Claire's door and heard her call out that the door was open and to come in, which I did. As the door closed behind me, Claire called out a sultry greeting from the bedroom.
I stumbled, tripping over my own feet getting in there. She was fully clothed and gave me a soft, quick wet kiss on the lips and backed away to sit on the bed as I stood in place awaiting instructions.
I couldn't help but touch myself as Claire raised her leg high and started to remove her black boots. I never thought to wonder why she was even wearing them at the time so mesmerized was I with the generous view up her skirt she was providing.
Giggling, she glanced up at me and chided me.
"Sweetie-pie, aren't you going to wait until we're both ready?"
"Huh?"
"You'd be ungentlemanly by starting without me," she continued, her face a mask of seriousness; her lacquered red fingernail pointing at my groin.
I must have blushed scarlet because she looked me in the eye and smiled. The peal of delightful sounding laughter poured forth from her slender, swan-like throat. I managed an embarrassed smile and looked down at my shoes, managing not to look at the formidable bulge in my pants.
"Sit there," Claire said rubbing her cheek. "I want us to be able to see one another."
And I sat there, enthralled with her beauty and remembrances of the night before. I gaped at her, wanting to leap across the space separating us and bury her beneath me in a passionate embrace.
"Just open your mouth and let the words come out Frank. It's easy. Go on, talk to me."
I was awash in thoughts of tongues and tits and cunts and cocks commingled together. I knew full well that she sensed my desire for I certainly sensed hers. And, there was that scent I was breathing in, unmistakable in its feminine allure. My prick was never harder
(Well, that's a judgment call, alright?")
"So talk to me!"
"Err, what?"
"Just talk to me. I want to hear your voice."
"I... I don't know what to say."
"Just open your mouth and let the words come out. Come on Frank... it's easy."
"Okay," I said nervously, "you're more beautiful today than you were yesterday."
"Oh! Frank," she gushed, obviously pleased. I had surprised her.
"How nice," she beamed, "You're gonna do just fine."
Claire's fingernail traced a circle on my upper thigh, "Keep going," she said with a wide smile.
"I think I'm gonna cum in my pants before long, I'm very ... excited, Claire."
"Well don't!" She said, her divine lips forming a pout.
I had a vision of the day before while racing out for condoms; my knees began to buckle.
"I want you to save it for me. For me, understand?"
I knew she wasn't angry, but she was deadly serious.
"Yes, but how?"
"Concentrate. Think of something different."
"Like what?"
"Do a math problem in your head. You like baseball, think about yesterday's game. Something like that."
I got the point. I concentrated on my driving manual's sample questions and answers. Somehow my prick began to thaw. (This little exercise has helped me numerous times since. Another thank you note never sent.)
"You have such a beautiful face yourself," she said softly. "Did you know that?"
I could swear she was purring. I touched my face as if to discover it for myself.
"Angelic," she murmured happily, as her fingernail roamed along the side of my dick.
"But with a cock as formidable as Michael the Archangel's sword. Oh yes, I'm a lucky girl to be getting fucked by you. But don't let that go to your head Frank."
Heaving her hips from the bed and pulling her skirt up around her waist, she asked, "Tell me how you got yourself involved in that weird contest?"
I stared in awe. To this day I can still envision Claire hooking her thumbs under her black tights and pulling them down. Oh, God she was beautiful!
She raised her legs, kicked the tights off, and for the second time in my life I gazed through her revealing panties at the mysterious area withheld from me until yesterday, and marveled at the wonder of it all.
"Come on, tell me," Claire repeated as that tormenting fingernail circled the head of my cock like a vulture idly inspecting its prey.
So I did. After I finished Clare was silent for a moment.
"With friends like that you don't need enemies. I'm flattered that I was the lucky one to take you home with me," she said in a soft undertone, and passed the tip of each middle finger quickly over the tip of her tongue like someone about to turn the page of a book. Then those same moistened fingertips traveled down to the areola surrounding each nipple and moved purposefully round and round causing both to quickly rise up like mini-erections.
Of course, I had never seen anyone do that before, and my own erection loomed forth prodigiously against the fabric of my pants.
