(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. All characters are 18+.)
My grounding was over starting tonight. Not that it really affected Brittany and I very much. Not a day had gone by that I hadn't had sex with a hot classmate asking for private tutoring. That's not even including the antics I got up to in the running and weightlifting clubs.
I had never had much of a fantasy life outside of DND. But having a hot naked teen girl doing barbell squats onto my shaft would have definitely gone on my list if I hadn't already done it. They even changed the name from ATG squats, to ATC squats. Basically, I would lay on the ground below them with my erection pointing straight up. They would then squat until I penetrated her butt.
They actually used this instead of kegels as they had to clinch tight to brace their core as they did the squat. It was almost uncomfortably tight at times, but it also elicited the biggest anal cream pies.
All that pales in comparison to what was going to happen tonight though. I was going to get to see Brittany. We had one glorious night together after we decided to start dating, before we were both grounded for staying out all that night. When Brittany arrived, she was wearing a short tennis skirt that showed off her amazing legs, and a pink sweater that looked like it was trying to contain a pair of watermelons.
I don't know if my parents were kind enough to plan on working late tonight, or whether fate shined on us. Be we had the house to ourselves. We talked as we cooked dinner. It turned out that we were both into cooking, and for the same strange reason. It was basically another form of chemistry. And as I was trying to eat healthier now, do to the running and weightlifting clubs. We were experimenting with high protein low carb meals. To give us an even greater challenge, the meal had to be vegan.
I secretly had a third objective with the meal though. I was also trying to lace in a chemical to make Brittany cum harder and more frequently when we finally had sex. This was in no way Rohypnol. Because Rohypnol was called a date rape drug, and both of us were so much in a consent mood that it took all of our will power to not start screwing immediately. This drug was purely to magnify her pleasure. What I didn't find out till later, was that she had done the same thing for what she was feeding me.
Halfway through our meal Brittany was squirming in her seat with her legs clenched tight. A small puddle was forming in her seat. And on my end, my erection was so strong that I was worried it would flip the table if it was freed from my pants. Which I really needed to do.
"So, who haven't you screwed yet that you really want to?" Despite everything that had happened in the last couple weeks, the question still seemed obscene, and insanely erotic.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Who is the one person at school that you haven't had sex with that you really want?"
The image of Ms. Maven instantly popped into my head. But I was too embarrassed to say it. My science teacher was attractive, but in no way a model. Most of the girls at school had either small butts or finely sculpted from plenty of time in the gym. Ms. Maven's hips were kind of wide. Nothing obscene, but definitely sexy enough to draw your gaze as they swayed back and forth when she walked away in a pair of jeans.
She was also softer than all of the other girls at school. In no way fat, but I couldn't help but remember how comforting it was when I hugged her. It was like hugging a warm life size teddy bear. I inwardly cringed at the analysis. An image of me having sex with a teddy bear flashed into my mind. I flushed it out with the first thing that came to mind. Which just so happened to be me having sex with Ms. Maven.
That image made my pants unbearable, no pun intended. As subtle as I could, I released my erection from my pants but kept it hidden under the table. I couldn't help but keep thinking about Ms. Maven's features though. She dressed demurely enough that I couldn't tell the size of her breasts. From the aforementioned hugs, I could tell they were nice and squishy.
But the feature that drew my mind the most was her face. She had a cute oval face and her bob haircut framed it beautifully. Her eyes were beautiful, but very little of that had to do with the color. It was how she looked out of them. She never gave me a seductive look, well, she did, but what I loved was her typical loving compassionate expression. She always looked like she really cared about what you had to say. Most women at the school had started staring dreamily at my crotch, Ms. Maven gave my face her full and undivided attention.
"Wow! I didn't think it was that hard of a question. And by hard, I mean I can tell that you are masturbating under the table."
I stopped instantly, but it was too late. I hadn't realized I was doing it, and the fact that Brittany pointed it out jokingly pushed me over the edge. I shot blast after blast up her short skirt and onto her panties. Her creamy thighs nearly hid all of my cum that landed on them, but her blue skirt showed the white lines like it was a part of the pattern.
Apparently, Brittany was so wound up, that the impact of my cum hitting her clit through her panties was all she needed as well. She doubled over with a beautiful agony stretching her face. Her eyes clenched and her mouth stretched wide as she felt the first of many intense orgasms rippled through her body. Her body shook and her moans came out in short gasps.
I was about to take my usual posture in embarrassing situations like this and start apologizing profusely, but before I could open my mouth, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. The kiss lasted nearly a minute before we breathlessly broke it off.
"That was some pasta." She joked, and we both laughed. "Come on, let's get these clothes in the wash before your parents get home and find us running around naked."
She led me by the hand to the laundry room. As I silently followed, I had a realization. I would follow her anywhere. I've never been a leader. The last two weeks was the most assertive I had ever been in my life. But even then, it was almost like the universe was bending to my pleasure. As if I was a character in some sort of an erotic novel. I hadn't had to be very assertive.
Brittany was confident and assertive. She was the captain of every team she was on. The chess club, mathletes, knowledge bowl, everything. If the universe wasn't so skewed towards the hottest and most attractive, she would have probably been a consideration for Prom Queen well before her breasts got huge. It was that confidence that first drew me towards her, and intimidated me out of asking her out.
We reached the laundry room and Brittany slipped her skirt down her legs revealing her beautiful rear, subdivided by a sexy black thong. She quickly disposed of the thong as well and I got a peak at her beautiful lips between her legs. She stood and stripped off her sweater leaving her in nothing but a massive black lace shelf bra. Her erect nipples peaked over the top. The sole purpose of this bra appeared to be to accentuate Brittany's amazing tits.
She paused as she caught me staring at her breasts. Our few sexual encounters so far had been so fast and furious that we hadn't had a chance to really savor each other. I reached out and gently cupped her breasts. I tenderly thumbed hernipples eliciting a moan. I had nearly forgotten that the accident had made her nipples ultra sensitive. I imagine the food only compounded that.
I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I only stayed there a moment though, as the sensation that I was sending through her body was causing her to pucker her lips as she savored the ecstasy. Her closed eyes and red lipstick were calling out to me. So, I kissed my way up her massive breast, neck, and jaw, until our lips met.
The mere act of our lips touching sent electricity through our bodies to our groins. We both instantly came so hard that our legs couldn't hold us and we collapsed to the floor. The second we were able to catch our breath I was pushing inside of her and thrusting like there was no tomorrow.
Our moans and gasps became indistinguishable from each other. We kissed as our hands roamed each other's bodies hungrily. Our orgasms built to a critical mass as that exquisite pressure moved through our bodies to the point where we became one. And yet again, we came as one.
We seemed to be riding the same sexual wavelength as our orgasms had somehow miraculously synched up. Later my scientist brain would have played with some theories as to why this happened. Maybe we just unconsciously knew each other's bodies well enough to know how to elicit an orgasm at the exact right time. Maybe it was more like when women's periods sync up.
Despite my rational brain trying to ignore the metaphysical. The theory that I found myself wanting to believe the most, was that our spirits were merging and intertwining together in such an extreme way, that we couldn't help but cum at the same time. Truth be told, I didn't care, I was having an incredibly intimate evening with the woman I cared deeply for.
