It was springtime in 1995. I was sixteen years old and I had just gotten off the school bus that afternoon. I had been talking to Cassie on the ride home. Cassie was a year older than I, and an ex-girlfriend, and was also the one who punched my V-card shortly after Thanksgiving earlier that school year. We had long since broken up but still talked.
I was dating a girl named Stacy who was the same age as Cassie, she rode a different bus to and from school, and Cassie was holding the note that she had gotten that day by her new boyfriend. She was smiling as she talked about her boyfriend and I kept answering with “I really don’t care.”
“You jealous?”
“I’ve got a girlfriend,” I answered.
“Stacy doesn’t even kiss. You’re going to go to the movies with her, she’ll make you work to hold her hand, won’t even hug you when the date is over and you’re going to jerk off after while I’m getting fucked by this guy,” she said, waving the note.
“You’re a bit of a slut.”
“Jealous…you’re completely jealous.”
I looked at the note and read the name. “Joel! You’re dating Joel?”
“You are jealous, you looked at the name.”
“You didn’t hide it, and Joel. That’s why you’re already planning on sleeping with him, his dad is rich.”
“That’s not it.” she said, defensively, “That’s just a perk.”
We got to the part of the street where we normally separated. I lived on top of the hill, and she lived south of the hill, three houses down.
“You are jealous, aren’t you?”
“I’m not jealous. I have a girlfriend. You know I have a girlfriend, she’s a friend of yours. Hell, you hooked us up together.”
“Yeah.”
“Wait…” I said, “Did you hook me up with her to make sure I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else in case you wanted me back.”
She got defensive, “No!”
I stood closer to her, “Really?”
“I thought you two would make a good couple.”
“How good of a friend is she to you?”
Cassie thought for a moment, “She’s not my best friend.”
“If I kissed someone else, would you tell her?”
Cassie looked at me and said, “Joel is a friend of yours, would you tell if I kissed someone else?”
I answered, “Joel isn’t a good friend of mine, and if I did, it wouldn’t make me look like a good friend, just some jealous prick.”
“Then it’s a good thing Stacy is a better friend of mine and I’m not wanting you back.”
I put my hand on her back and pulled her close to me, we remained looking at each other. She was smiling as she looked at me, I leaned forward and kissed her. It went from a kiss on the lips to an open mouth kiss to her tongue in my mouth. I felt my backpack drop from my shoulder.
When the kiss finished I said “Let me walk you home telling you all the ways Joel will be a terrible boyfriend.” and picked up my backpack.
She laughed as I went into a mostly made-up list. It didn’t take long for us to reach her house. We could see through the front window that her little brother was home. She said, “Stay quiet and follow me.”
I followed her around the house and into the backyard. There we sat down our bags and kissed again. “This is a one-time thing,” she said as she unfastened her pants and pulled them and her panties down. I opened up my pants and dropped them.
She put her hands against the back wall of the house and pushed her ass forward. I pushed my rock hard dick into her very wet pussy.
“Damn, what got you so turned on?” I said as I pushed into her tight warm body.
She grunted and said “That kiss, feeling that dick of yours pressed against me.” she grunted as I thrust into her again, “…and the knowledge that we’re cheating on other people is hot.”
I was holding onto her hips, looking down at her ass and said, “Damn right it is.”
“I…” Cassie started, “…will tell Stacy of this.”
I continued humping her, moving my right hand up her body and under her shirt and bra, “I’d rather her catch us doing this.”
“That would be hotter,” she said as his body mildly shook from a small orgasm.
“I won’t tell Joel,” I said, cupping her tit. “You can call him after I’m done with you, let him tell you about how he wants to treat his girlfriend with my cum in you.”
“Oooh. That’s great.”
I pinched her nipple and pounded her faster and a bit faster before cumming inside of her. The feeling of me cumming in her gave her one more orgasm.
We rested for a moment before I pulled out of her and we got dressed.
“I think Joel will enjoy that pussy.”
“He better.” Cassie said, “Or I’ll call you after.”
“I’d rather he take my sloppy seconds.”
She finished zipping up her pants when she said, “A shame Stacy will never enjoy that dick.”
“She wouldn’t know what to do with it,” I said.
Cassie smiled and said, “We could fix that.”
I looked at her “What?”
“You don’t tell Joel unless I say something, and you and I can see if we can’t seduce Stacy.”
“How?” I asked.
“We can think up something clever,” Cassie said.
The weekend that followed was what was expected. A dull date with Stacy that went nowhere I wanted it to while Cassie had her date with Joel.
Monday morning, as I waited at the bus stop, Cassie showed up and said, “I have an idea about Stacy.”
To be continued…