Naed Wednesday

A kindly reader reminded me recently that I'd been neglecting a return visit to Bretta Dubinsky, whose past you can read about in All The Way In if you'd like. But this story stands alone, and I hope you enjoy it. Figured it was time to bring Ms Dubinsky back for more, and "more" is certainly what she gets here.

I'm entering this in Lit's Nude Day contest, so make sure you read all the entries and vote for your favorites.

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Lily ran her talented tongue, flat and wet, down my dick until she slurped it nimbly around my balls. "Shit," I told her, smiling with my eyes half-closed on her bed. "Make sure you get all the crevices."

"Fuck you," she snapped, backing off me in a long string of saliva, but then she rolled her eyes and settled her nude body more deeply between my spread legs. "Tell

me

how to lick you? Fuck off." She picked up where she left off, coiling her tongue back behind my scrotum, lifting my balls with her lower lip, and I sighed again with my fingers light on her head.

"I'm only teasing." I looked down her sublime little body, then made eye contact with my buddy Trevor. This was Naked Wednesday, when we hung out at his girlfriend's house after swim practice and kept ourselves occupied. "You know I'm kidding."

"Dude, I'm telling you," Trev sighed, laying his head back on Lily's Hello Kitty comforter. His hand tugged absently at his hard dick with the familiarity of long practice. "Coach was pissed."

"Yeah?" Lily was molding her lips around both balls now. I shivered. "He'll be talking to me tomorrow, then."

"You guys are so stupid." Lily paused, looking up at me through her long lashes. "You can't even pass fucking physics?"

"Shut up," Trev advised her, slapping lightly at that perfect ass of hers. We'd been doing Naked Wednesdays since her mom started working afternoons, shortly after we'd turned eighteen. "We can't all be the salutatorian."

"Yeah," I smiled at her. "When you're the

valedictorian

, then you can bitch us out for our grades." She laughed at that, shaking her head as she returned to my shaft. Lily was amazing. She could keep us hard for hours as the days whiled away.

"You're just lucky Trevor shares me with you, you asshole," she shot back, smiling sweetly. "Fucking chlorine-smelling pubes and shit."

"Oh, relax," I sighed. "You don't really mind."

"Maybe," she allowed. She'd often commented on how much she liked my penis. She was going into graphic design and had a good sense of symmetry. Now she waved my shaft gaily before her, like a conquering army with a captured flag. "Such a nice dick," she cooed.

"Hey. Switch, babe." Trevor's voice had that annoying nasal whine to it, the kind that made people want to obey it just because they wanted to shut it up. "I'll show you a nice dick."

She traded an eye-roll with me, then rose from between my thighs. Her body, all lean thighs and sweetly tapered waist and that glorious firm pair of tits she had, stretched before me. "Duty calls," she shrugged, spinning on her bed.

"That's fine," I laughed. "This is an okay view, too." Her ass quivered before me in pristine perfection as she swung her leg over her boyfriend's lap. I cupped one of her cheeks, the flesh firm and warm and glorious under my palm. "You should totally let me fuck you in the ass."

"Eww." She lifted Trevor's dick toward her parted pussy lips. "I don't even let Trevor fuck me in the ass." Lily was happy to play with my dick, but she'd never gone any further and she seldom wanted to make me nut. She felt squeamish taking my load in front of Trevor. The only times she'd let me cum had been when we'd been alone and sneaky while Trevor had been at work. One of those days, she'd even let me eat her out; for an instant, as she opened her thighs for me and stared heavy-eyed at my face, I'd thought about putting it in.

But no. You don't fuck your buddy's girl. Not spontaneously, anyway.

"Want an assfuck? Try your girlfriend," she sneered, lowering herself down onto him. She gasped, like she always did, Trevor's meat just a little too big for her; he's thicker than me, but I'm a little longer. His confident hands latched possessively onto her hips. She dipped down, then up, down, then up, impaling herself a little deeper each time. I swallowed, rubbing my cock in earnest now. I always enjoyed watching them fuck, their hairless bodies moving in perfect synch. They'd been dating three years and knew each other perfectly.

"He's not going to fuck his girl in the ass," Trevor snickered. His eyes were glued to where his root disappeared into her tight pussy; he loved seeing himself inside her. "She's too stuck up. That's my sister you're talking about."

"Yeah," I echoed, my throat a little dry and hoarse as I tightened my fingers along my spit-wet balls. I liked dating Ashlee, but she was only a junior so she didn't put out. And, staring now at Lily's writhing body, a

woman's

body, I didn't even want to fuck Ashlee. "She's too young."

"Fuck." Lily was looking down at her man now, riding him seriously. They were panting already, their chests red, her nipples bouncing with the rhythm as her dancer's hips swung. She'd been doing hip-hop and gymnastics for years, and now Trev was the lucky beneficiary; she moved smoothly, with unerring skill, her abs pulsing in a hypnotically swaying ripple as she moved a calm, graceful hand down to her pussy and started plucking at herself. The three of us made eye contact, like car racers sizing each other up before the last sprint.

We'd figured out within the first couple of weeks, after the initial naughtiness had worn off and we'd all gotten used to seeing each other nude, that we needed something to do, a game to play, other than just lounging around surfing Pixboox and letting Lily explore our taints. So we'd evolved a game. The trick was to cum at the same time, all three of us, with merciless taunting for the person who came out of sequence.

I sometimes wondered what our parents would have said if they'd known what kinds of shenanigans we got up to. Especially Lily's. But hell, they'd gotten her on the Pill once she turned eighteen; they had to know she was up to something.

She ground her hips down hard, pushing him deep inside her as he bucked up with his teeth gritted and his fingernails making angry red marks on her thighs. My hand was a blur over my dick, the room filled with the schlucking sound of my palm sliding over Lily's spit on my shaft. That, plus the loud smack of their bodies meeting, meant that we very started trading feverish glances.

"Ready," I grated; Lily was staring at my dick, its head an angry purple, her fingers pulling roughly at her clit. She smiled, flushed.

"Me too." She swiveled her whole body down onto Trev's, their skin colliding as he bent his knees and used his feet on the bed to really drive up into her. He nodded.

"Go." We all held our breaths, bit our lips, and waited in Lily's sweat-stenched room until Trevor gave out a harsh sigh, his body arched way up into hers. "Ahh, fuck!" he gasped.

"Yeah, baby!" She was yelping into his face, hardly even noticing as my load boiled out and arched high over her bed, striping the Hello Kitty.

"Guh," I grunted, or something like it, my whole body trembling. There was just something about those Naked Wednesdays, something so incredibly taboo about ejaculating indiscriminately all over my best friend's girlfriend's bed while they came too. My dick was still twitching, dribbling weakly now, as Lily rolled off Trevor and lay in my spattered semen, the two of them sucking in great wheezing gusts of fetid air.

"Jesus," Trev bellowed at the ceiling, the fan up there working hard to clear the thick stinky smell of sex. "Fuck yeah." His big hand lay splayed down on top of Lily's bare mound, possessive, masterful. "That was a good one, guys."

I tilted my head back on her headboard. Lily would be smelling my ass and balls on her pillow tonight, but since she'd spent much of the past hour with my penis in her mouth, I didn't suppose it mattered. "Dude, did you see how much I came?"

Lily giggled, her grin huge. "Hell yeah I did." She peered down at where Trev's semen was oozing out onto her inner thighs, then glanced speculatively over at my semi-hard dick. "Wow, Brian. Who were you thinking about this time?"

It was a rhetorical question, one with three correct answers:

my girlfriend

would have been fine, but totally false.

You, Lily

would have been complimentary, but also untrue. And it would have led to jeers and mockery. Even something like

Mila Kunis

would have been acceptable, but again, not quite correct. So I smiled broadly and leaned back, my penis wet and twitchy as it drooped still thick over my thigh, wiping my cummy hand casually on Lily's sheets. "My usual. You know," I sighed, stretching.

Lily's smirk squinched her eyes up. "I have no idea what you see in her."

Trevor propped himself up on his elbow and shook his head. "That's because you're not a lesbian, Lil." He nodded sagely at me, the two of us trading a solemn high five. "My bro here's got a crush on Ms Dubinsky, and to that I say...

respect

, man."

* * *

Fuck yeah. Ms Dubinsky.

She taught science at our school, but even before I'd ever laid eyes on her, I remembered Trevor's brother talking about her. "Dude," he'd explained, holding court in their basement three years before, "she's so hot." We'd been wide-eyed sophomores and Ryan had been a worldly graduate of nineteen, and I remembered his friend Todd looking away over in the corner by the big-screen TV. "Like, every senior in the school wants to do her."

"

Do

her?" Trev had giggled. "Like, sleep with her?"

Ryan had rolled his eyes. "No, you fucking dumbass virgin. Nobody wants to

sleep with

Ms D. They want to bend her over a table, pull up her dress, and fuck her like a dog."

"I saw her in her swimsuit at the Student Government Polar Plunge last year," Todd had put in quietly with a strangely superior look on his face. "Nipples for days."

"And," Ryan had snickered, "she's a total meatgazer." I'd nodded sagely, unprepared to admit I had no idea what that meant.

I'd just stared, wide-eyed. I never had an older brother. Nobody ever really told me these kinds of Secrets Of Life. I had nobody to initiate me into these kinds of mysteries... but, to be fair I was just then getting close to the age where I was beginning to realize my female teachers had things like breasts. And vaginas. Instead of cooties. I remembered looking over at where Todd was sitting there with a strange, distant look on his face, and then the conversation had moved on to a discussion of weed and its various attributes.

I'd never had a class with Ms Dubinsky. But of course I'd seen her in the halls, all bright-eyed and frizzy-haired, oozing energy and enjoyment, and always with a smile and a joke for everyone she saw, whether she knew them or not. At Ashlee's urging I'd gotten marginally involved in Student Government as a resume builder, and during the meetings I'd just sat mesmerized beside my girlfriend and watched the teacher's tits bounce under her blouses.

But let's be fair. I was on the swim team. I saw bouncing tits every day at practice. So it had taken awhile before I'd started thinking of Ms Dubinsky when I masturbated. It had all been Ashlee's fault, actually; she'd dragged me to her classroom after school one day to turn in some of her fundraising money, and while she'd been digging around in her little purse the teacher had looked curiously at me.

"Nice outfit," she'd nodded at last; I'd just come from practice, my long insulated swim parka over a pair of tracksuit bottoms dampened by my speedo beneath. I hadn't bothered with a shirt, my hands in the deep pockets holding the parka loosely together. I'd stared at her, totally confused, then I'd caught her smirk and glanced down at myself.

"Oh! Sorry, Ms Dubinsky." I'd reached down to fumble for the zipper, but she'd waved a careless hand.

"Relax. I've been to swim meets; I don't remember you specifically, but I've probably seen plenty more of you." Her laugh had been warm, easy, the kind of laugh that made you want to take her out to dinner and find out what kinds of music she listened to. So I'd stood there with a strip of my chest and abs showing above my belly button, and she'd glanced casually across my body, but by then Ashlee had found her money and slid it across the desk to Ms Dubinsky. "Thanks, sweetie!" she'd beamed, and I'd given her a halfhearted wave as we left.

Ever since then, that tinkling laugh of Ms Dubes' had been a lot of what I'd thought about when I jacked it. There was the rest of her, too, her bright eyes and her big warm smile and that jiggly little rack of hers. Which, according to Todd, had nipples for days, whatever that meant. But it was that laugh that did it, and that quick unreadable glance of hers at my chest, and then whammo! I'd spew like a fountain.

So sure, I had a crush. But it was innocent. She'd never been my teacher. I had no bio class that year, so I was never in her part of the building. And my involvement in Student Government was almost nil. So what if I thought about her?

I had reason to think about her, though, after practice the next morning. I was puffing like a racehorse just before my shower, the towel loose around my waist as Coach hollered at me from the office. "Hey! Vargas!" he called. "Get in here!"

"Yeah?" I poked my head in. He sat sprawled on his overtaxed office chair, frowning at his clipboard.

"Vargas! What's wrong with you?" I blinked. "You're a team captain, but you and your little partner in crime Trevor Bray are both getting Ds in your science classes. Physics with Mr Choi. What's the deal?"

I shrugged. "I suck at physics." My mom had made me take it.

"Well, so do I," he sniffed, "but I could at least pull a C. Because you know a D puts you on academic probation, right?"

"Unless I do peer tutoring," I pointed out. I was an old pro at this. I get a D in math almost every year, but it works out since Ashlee is a peer tutor. "I'm good, Coach."

His eyes narrowed. "Yeah. Well. Peer tutoring ain't going to cut it." He waved the clipboard. "New policy. Seniors in their last semester have to get real tutoring to stay academically eligible to compete." He glared at me soberly. "And the dual meet against North Adams is coming up in two weeks. Get me?"

Fuck. "No, Coach. I don't know if I do?" I felt goosebumps march up and down my chest.

"Find a teacher who's on the volunteer tutoring list," he shrugged, reading off the clipboard. "Get him to agree to tutor you. Then I can get you into the meet." He sighed. "You know we need you for the medley relay. And Bray, too. But if you guys aren't getting it done in the classroom?"

Fuck fuck fuck. I swallowed. "I'll find someone, Coach."

"You better." He sniffed. "And I was starting to tell Bray about this the other day, too. Same deal, science. He's down in the D range too. You and him can both get tutored. Let me know a teacher's name through the Athletic Director's office by next Monday. Got that?"

I swallowed. "Got it, Coach." Fuck. I hated North Adams, mostly because we never beat them. I felt good about our relay this year. "I'll handle it. Um, who's on the list?"

"What?"

"Like, what teachers are on this volunteer tutor list?" I nodded toward the clipboard. "Is it there?"

"How would I know?" He was done with me. "Guidance website. Go look it up." He shook his head. "And don't forget,

Captain

Vargas. We want to win that relay this year."

Like I didn't fucking know. And as I stalked off to the locker room with dark thoughts chasing themselves through my head, I realized I really, really wanted to get laid, too.

* * *

I groped for my phone as Kim stirred beside me. She was a frequent booty call; when you're dating a junior, you need some prime senior pussy to stick it in. I don't fuck anyone underage, you know? Kim was a swimmer too, nowhere near as hot as Lily and not even slightly smart, but she liked taking my dick. So.

I thumbed my phone to life. It was Trev. "What's going on, kid?" Kim sighed, half-asleep on my chest; this was her biggest problem, the cuddling afterward. Her breath as it washed across my face stank of latex and semen from when she'd cleaned me off. I always gloved up with Kim. I knew of at least two other guys she was probably fucking.

"Hey bro." He sounded hushed, maybe even breathless. "Remember how you told me what Coach told you? The tutoring and shit?"

"Sure." Kim's hair in my nose stank of chlorine, and for a moment I felt sympathy with Lily's constant complaints about my pubes. I really should shave, I reflected; most swimmers did, but I'd just never been able to make myself take a razor to my junk. "What's up?"

"Well, guess who's on the list? The tutoring list?"

Kim was staring at me now. She was the only girl I'd ever fucked who had those pale blue eyes, and I always found it unnerving. "Anyone I'd care about?" I'd assigned Trav to find us a tutor, since he'd been the first one to bring it up.

I could almost hear his smile over the phone. "Your little crush, dude."

Those blue eyes narrowed craftily as Kim felt my dick stir. "No shit." She looked up at me in some surprise before she started to slide wordlessly down under my sheets; I'd only cum about half an hour ago, but I thought about Dubinsky's laugh and I just couldn't help myself.

My dick woke up immediately, swift and hard.

"I talked to Guidance already, man, and they said she'd tutor us."

"Awesome." Kim's mouth on my head was a warm, trembly cocoon. There was no doubt about this chick's blowjob skills. I stretched, luxuriating.

"Only thing is, bro," he went on, "she wants to do it Wednesdays." I'd started moving my hips, prodding at the back of her throat, and now I stopped.

"Whoah." My hand found Kim's scalp. "Have you talked to Lil about that? Like, maybe moving from Wednesdays?"

"Oh. Like, maybe a Naked Thursday?" He paused. "Hold on." I heard Trev pull the phone away. "Hey, babe? Could we maybe move Naked Wednesdays?" I heard a slurping noise.

Who's that?

came Lily's voice.

"Dude," I gloated as Kim deep-throated me, "I think we're doing the same thing right now."

"No shit," Trev gloated. "Who? Kim?"

"You got it." I was pushing her head down now, thinking again of that laugh, the jiggle of Ms Dubinsky's chest... Lily was murmuring on the other end of the phone.

"Well. No, man, her house is only free Wednesday afternoons, she says." I heard him sigh. "Yeah, babe, just like that. Right there..."

"Oh." Kim was dazzling down there, the sensations from her mouth almost as good as the ones from her pussy. Better, in some ways; I always liked it better without a condom. I wasn't going to last long. "Dude," I broke in with some urgency. "I'm almost ready. Know what I mean?"

"What? Oh!" I heard him chuckle, the soft purr from either Kim on my dick or Lily on his; I couldn't tell. "Okay. Wanna?"

"Sure." I heard him take a deep breath, my cock tingling, Kim starting to struggle as I shoved her down, but oh, the feel of her mouth...

I came in a smooth, relaxing rush, Kim squirming and spastic at first, but almost immediately settling down and taking most of my load like a pro. I heard Trevor's long, shivery groan over the phone at about the same time; in my mind's eye, I saw us trading a high-five. I swallowed in a thick throat, Kim's fingers digging into my thighs as she started to run short of breath. "Whoah, dude," I managed.

"Yeah." It was a long, satisfied groan in my ear. "So. Come see Dubinsky with me? Tomorrow? We need to have her sign a form so we can get it to the Athletic Director, or something. She'll know."