“I’d never kiss and tell, but you’d be breaking up a matched set,” I teased her.
“Oh, bite me! You big slut.”
I stuck my tongue out at her and found Mona, the beer goddess. She fixed me up and I went hunting for Sammie. She was surrounded by Pam, Kim and Brit. I walked up and smiled at her. She blushed and did a little bunny hop to show she was happy. I grabbed Sammie’s hand and pulled her upstairs.
When we got to the bedroom, I closed the door and turned around to find her hopping around, trying to get her boot off.
“Want some help?” I asked.
She smiled at me, sat down on the bed and put her foot up. I put it on my stomach and untied it and took it off. I did the other one. She scooted back and undid her jeans. I grasped the cuffs under her heel and pulled them off. She sat up and took off her sweater, leaving her in just her socks, panties and a t-shirt. I took off her socks and then began to massage her feet.
Sammie just laid back and enjoyed it. I worked her feet, finding all her tender spots. Once I found them, I worked to make her feel better. Women love a good foot massage. I made a point not to rush. I saved the sexy spots on her feet until the end. When I finally began to massage the spot Greg had shown me, she began to moan. I heard giggles outside the door. Sammie started to get vocal.
“Oh God. OH God! OH GOD!” she said as she had her first orgasm.
The door swung open and Mona marched in as Kim, Pam and Brit peeked in.
“That’s my good comforter. Move over, bitch,” Mona commanded, and she pulled it off her bed.
She winked at me as they left.
“Carry on,” she said as she closed the door.
I heard Mona order all of the voyeurs to leave us alone. I pulled Sammie’s t-shirt over her head and then kissed her.
“Lie on your stomach,” I ordered.
This time I started at her scalp and worked my way down her neck, shoulders, back and butt. Sammie was putty in my hands by now. She was ready: I could smell her arousal and there was a huge wet spot on her panties. I gently rolled her onto her back and started to work on her front. I paid special attention to her firm teenage breasts. She had another little orgasm as I chewed on one of her nipples.
It was time to make her mine. I decided I’d better be a considerate guest and went to the bathroom and grabbed a big towel to put under Sammie’s butt. I wanted her to be able to remember tonight when she was ninety. I peeled her soaked panties down. I savored the smell of her arousal and then began to slowly build her to a huge orgasm as I teased her shaved little sex. Sammie never knew what hit her as I brought her off the first time. I made a point to bring her off three more times; each time I’d gotten more aggressive.
Then I slid two thick fingers into her and hunted for her G-spot. I went to work to see if I could get her to squirt. I started off slow, then sped up and used a stronger touch to bring her closer to another orgasm.
“Oh, God! I’m going to pee!”
I just grinned and pulled my face out of her crotch so I could watch the fireworks. It was good that Mona had saved her comforter and I had gotten the towel because Sammie sprayed all over the place. I had not gotten far enough back, because she even got my face!
Sammie was out of it with a glazed look and a dopey grin on her face. I think I’d accomplished my goal for the night. I went and got a washcloth and cleaned up.
Sammie came to her senses. She got out of bed and stripped me. I put on a condom. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled my waist. She lined me up and sank down on me. Being a cheerleader, she was flexible and strong. What followed was some of my favorite sex. I love a girl who enjoys a good time. There was none of the gentle loving stuff; this was about giving each other fantastic orgasms.
I reached up and grasped a breast in each hand as I pumped into her depths. I was getting close and could tell Sammie was already there. She slumped onto my chest, so I grasped her firm little butt-cheeks and held her in place as I powered into her until I could no longer hold back. I felt the familiar throb as I reached my climax.
I rolled her off me, disposed of the condom and cleaned up. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and then stepped back to take a harder look. Looking back at me was a happy boy. I took a moment because wanted to remember how I looked.
As always, I got hard again quickly when I found my hot little cheerleader on all fours waving her cute butt at me. It put me in a particular mood. I quickly put on another condom and knee-walked up behind her. I gripped those perfect butt-cheeks and then drove myself into the center of her core. I looked down as I pulled out and admired her spectacular little tushy. Looking down my hard abs, I had her sex split open by Mr. Happy. This was another memory I wanted to burn into my brain.
“The girls warned me,” Sammie began as she looked at me over her shoulder. “They said I’d be hooked if I ever slept with you. I couldn’t imagine what they meant until now.”
I grinned at her and then snapped my hips forward to bury the last bit. I found I could get deeper from behind, and the moan Sammie let out made me think I’d hit an area that had never been touched before. I reached up, grasped her hair, pulled her head back and twisted her head so I could lean forward and kiss her. I began to plumb her depths with long, deep strokes as our tongues danced with each other.
Sammie’s arms gave out and I rolled us on our sides so we could spoon. I pulled the hair from her neck and kissed and sucked on it. I tried to be careful and not leave any hickeys. I slowly pumped into her from behind. Sammie’s mouth was slack and her eyes were closed, so I took advantage of her momentary distraction to change my position. I lifted her right leg up and over my shoulder while moving to straddle her left leg, all without disengaging. I had watched some Internet porn and wanted to try this new position. Doing it sideways was fun!
In this new position, I had some options. I had clear access to reach down and toy with her nubbin. When I first touched it, Sammie moaned and hunched over. I had switched to short, powerful strokes. I made short, staccato thrusts into her velvet vise. In a rush it became too much for both of us. We both exploded.
“AAAIIIIEEEEE!” I bellowed.
Sammie clamped down hard and I could feel the telltale pulse as her tunnel gripped me. She let her leg fall off my shoulder and I spooned her. I left myself buried in her and just held her tight. I waited until I could feel myself going soft before I pulled out.
I must have drifted off to sleep. I woke up to Sammie playing with Mr. Happy.
“Do you have one more in you?” she asked.
“For you? Of course, I do.”
She grabbed another condom and put it on me. I just rolled over on top of her and we did the basic missionary position. There was nothing urgent about it. I could tell my feelings for Sammie had changed. I just wanted to make love to her now. She captured my lips and we kissed. After what seemed like forever, I finally came. I’m not sure if Sammie came again, but I don’t think that was the point by then.
We finally finished a little after midnight. I helped Sammie put her t-shirt back on and then she fell asleep. I picked the comforter up off the floor and pulled it over her. I took a quick shower to remove the smell of sweat and sex. Mona had this minty shampoo I was going to have to find.
I came out and Brit found me right away. I looked at Pam and she just shrugged.
“I think I need to go home,” I said.
“Can you give me a ride?” Brit asked.
“Am I going to be safe?”
“I promise to be good,” she said with a smile.
She kept her word until I had pulled to a stop and turned off my Jeep. Then she grabbed me and kissed me hard. I was too tired to fight it, but I was also too tired to do anything about it either. She thanked me for the ride and ran to her house.
Her brothers were staring at me through their window as I went into my apartment. That didn’t look good.