The Goddess and the Virgin

[This was done as a commission for Nick, who gave me so much wonderful detail to work with; it was a thrill to bring his fantasy to life --Secret Treasures]

JONAS

"Have fun, bud," my dad says, offering me a fist bump. "Sorry I couldn't make it as a chaperone."

I'm torn. I love my dad and all, and I never get to spend any time with him. But I've been looking forward to my Senior trip all year and having him tag along would have been a drag. Thankfully, a business trip came up, causing him to have to cancel.

"No worries, Dad. We'll hang out this summer."

"Yeah, but I was looking forward to hitting the Smithsonian with you."

Bleah. I mean, doing anything with my dad would normally be cool, but I am so not about museums. I'm really hoping my buddies and I can talk Coach Richards into exploring the city rather than hitting museums.

My dad and I hug, and I wave as he jumps into his Jeep and drives off.

No sooner does my dad leave than I hear my buddy Eric, "Yo, J-Man!"

I hoist my backpack onto my shoulders and head across the parking lot where Eric and I perform our complex handshake that we've honed to perfection over the past ten years. Soon our buddy Ali joins us.

"Oh my god, this is gonna be the best," Ali says after finishing our handshake. "I brought a bunch of Commander decks, some Pauper..." he goes on and on, rattling off all the various Magic: The Gathering games we're going to play. Which is cool. Playing late-night games of MTG is definitely one of the things I was hoping to do this trip. But... well, I mean, this is our Senior trip! Frankly, I'm a little more interested in scoring some pot or booze and finding a way to sneak out and get into trouble. But whatever. We have five nights to figure it out.

"Take your time, fellas," Coach Richards says with no small amount of sarcasm. "It's not like we have a whole busload of people waiting to go on a trip or anything."

Frankly, I wasn't aware that we were the last ones to board the bus. We apologize to Coach Richards, stow our bags below, and climb aboard...

Ah, crap. The bus is totally packed, and all the good seats in the back are taken. There are only five seats left. Two in the second row, which Ali and Eric quickly scoop up, one next to Ms. Kramer, and an empty pair in front of my friends. I slide into the empty pair, stretching my legs out, thinking I've got it made in the shade, only to be told by Coach Richards to scram. That's where he and his wife are sitting. He thumbs over toward Ms. Kramer.

My friends mock me. And with good reason. I'm going to be spending the next five hours sitting next to Ms. Kramer, our ninety-billion-year-old Bio teacher.

I plop my ass down. "Hey, Ms. K."

"Try to sound a little less excited, dear."

I snort. She's actually pretty cool. I was just hoping to...

Holy shit.

My mouth drops open as the sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen--in real life or in the movies--climbs up into the bus.

Who is this goddess?

I didn't know women could be this hot.

Jesus.

Her hair.

That's the first thing that hits me.

Glossy. Shiny. Wavy. Voluminous red hair. I want to swim in it; it's so delicious. The way it bounces as she turns her head fucking sends me.

Her lips.

That's the second thing.

They're so lush and pouty, like they're desperately searching for a cock to wrap around.

And then her tits.

Yeah, I know. I'm a horny teenage boy who likes big tits. What a fucking cliché. But my god. They're miraculous. Barely contained by her yellow sundress. And from the way they jiggle, they're all natural. The way they peek out from over her dress, the loosely tied bow struggling to rein them in... I suddenly have to change my seating position.

All conversation on the bus stops. You can feel the temperature in the bus rise a few degrees.

She slides her sunglasses up to the top of her head. Her blue eyes pin me to my seat--and she's not even looking at me. She takes one long look at the throng of teenagers on this bus and sighs. A mild look of annoyance plays across her otherwise perfect face.

She turns my way.

Even though she's not looking at me, just having this goddess gaze in my direction makes my jeans grow tight. She nods to Ms. K and says, "Nicole."

"Stephanie," Ms. K. says.

Wow. Their voices might as well be ice darts hurls at each other's faces. What the hell happened between these two, I wonder.

Then.

Her eyes.

They fall to me.

Holy.

Holy fuck.

They're so blue. Clear. Penetrating. All-powerful.

My heart.

Pounding in my ears.

Jesus.

Just take me.

Take me already.

Her eyes drift down my body for only a second, but I feel them flow over me, pulling at my chi. Then they're gone. They flash over to Ms. K.

"Who's your friend?"

Her voice.

Fuck me.

Smokey. Sultry. Purry deliciousness.

"This is Jonas."

I jump as Ms. K. places a cold hand on mine and pats it. "He's so excited to be sitting next to me. Aren't you, dear?"

"I am now," I say before I can stop myself.

Ms. K. snorts.

Wonder Woman, whose name is apparently Stephanie, rolls her eyes and mutters an ick-filled, "Great."

She takes a window seat and crosses her legs--wait, no, these are definitely gams. I've taken to reading some classic noir fiction, and the detectives are always talking about ladies' gams. And I always just thought it was some old-fashioned, tough-guy talk. But seeing this woman, who looks like she could play the part of a femme fatale to a T... now I know what these detectives were talking about. Fucking legs a mile long and curvy in all the right places. And her feet. I mean, I'm not one of those foot-fetish dudes or anything, but I'd sell my sister for a chance to kiss her feet. God, they look so sexy in her sandals.

She pulls out a fashion magazine and starts flipping through the pages, slowly rocking her foot up and down...

Fuck me, I want to worship this woman. She could get me to submit to her and be her lifelong sex slave with a single word. I want to kneel before her and kiss her feet and run my hands up her shiny smooth legs. I want to lick her toes. I want her to press her feet into my face and command me to do one dirty thing after another until I'm bursting. Oh my god, just to feel her legs would be so incredibly hot. But she commands me to kiss and lick them and rub my face in them. And lotion. Oh yeah, that's it. She wants me to rub lotion on her over her under her into her... and as I do, she coos and yeah that's it and oh my god you're so good Jonas, such a good slave, you can serve me and bow before me and worship me and--

"All right, listen up!" Coach Richards says, boarding the bus.

That snaps me out of my reverie. Which sucks but also, thank god, I guess, because my dick is killing me it's so fucking hard. Ow, fuck. And here I am on this bus packed with people and my face has got to be bright red I'm so fucking horny. I desperately need to rub one out, god you have no idea, and no way to do so.

It's not fair.

It's just not fair.

Nature fills us eighteen-year-old boys with unquenchable desire and then makes us so idiotically awkward no girl, let along woman would ever want to be anywhere near us, let alone touch us.

Fuck me.

I think about sex all the fucking time. I can't walk down the pantyhose aisle at my grocery store without getting hard. And Jesus, this spring has been absolute fucking torture with all the girls wearing sundresses and their bare legs calling to me.

And no, I've never gotten laid, as I'm sure you deduced the moment I mentioned Magic: The Gathering. I've never even kissed a girl, nor is there any prospect of me ever doing so because God hates me. And this woman? This woman is the pinnacle of him mocking me. Yes, you want her, Jonas. But you shall not pass.

I don't know why God suddenly turned into Gandalf, but it fits.

And I have to spend the next five hours next to this woman?

Goddamn it.

Coach Richards is laying out the ground rules about how we're supposed to behave on the bus, but I'm not listening. I'm too distracted by Stephanie the Red-Headed Goddess of Lust.

Oh shit, she's rubbing her leg, absentmindedly running her fingers over it while she reads her magazine. Twirling, teasing, her nails tracing daydream patterns, the kind of thing I imagine women do when they're reading something spicy.

Jesus, lady, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?

She must, right?

"All right, let's do this!" Coach Richards says, finishing his speech. Everyone cheers, and the bus lurches forth.

And then.

Coach Richards does the craziest thing.

He sits next to the woman of my dreams.

And places a hand on her knee.

"Excited?" he asks her.

Her eyes.

I've seen that look before.

That's the look my mom gave my dad right before she left him.

Holy shit, is Coach Richards married to this woman?

Wait. I dimly remember him saying his wife was coming along, and Nick teased him, saying he didn't realize pets were allowed on the trip, and how we laughed and laughed.

Well, the joke's on us, isn't it?

But how in the hell of all that is holy is it possible that this goddess could be married to Coach Richards? He's a high school gym teacher, for god's sake. A guy who peaked in high school.

He must be hanging dong, right? That's the only thing that could possibly explain... this.

She flashes him that annoyed look of hers. "This isn't what I had in mind when you told me we were going on a weeklong trip to D. C."

He pats her knee.

Wrong move, bro. Even I can see that. But he's not looking at her.

How the fuck are you married to that woman and not looking at her every second of the day?

"Oh, come on. Think of all the unfettered shopping you'll get to do," he says.

She licks her middle finger pointedly. And flicks a page in her magazine.

Tongue!

I caught a glimpse of tongue!

Tongue licking something.

It was quick, but I saw it. Her tongue tasting her middle finger. Imagine that tongue on my dick...

Oh... fuck.

Like, I know it'll never happen. I get that. But one can dream. Especially when even I can see this woman is seriously regretting having married Coach Richards. Dong or no dong. She's bored.

If only a certain someone could figure out how to give her ways to pass the time...

Ugh!

My cock is fucking killing me.

I turn to Ms. K. to take my mind off... everything.

She's staring at me. She sees right through me. I can tell from the smirk on her face.

She leans in.

"I mean, I get it, trust me."

I turn bright red. But then again, at least she's not making fun of me.

"Seems like you two don't care for each other," I murmur.

"Well, she may be built like a brick shithouse," she says. She smiles at how wide my eyes get at her talking like this. "But she's also, if you don't mind my saying so, a first-class bitch." She laughs a little. "So, no. I don't care for her. And she doesn't care for anyone."

Coach Richards pats her knee again, which once again annoys the shit out of her. He rises and strolls to the back of the bus to go talk to the other chaperones.

I moan slightly as she once again starts tracing her fingernails along her pale, perfect legs.

Ms. K. pats my hand with a slight chuckle. Then she leans in.

"I know I'm going to hell for suggesting this, but honestly, that woman is ruining poor Keller's life--" she says, referring to Coach Richards. "So the quicker she moves on, the better as far as I'm concerned."

"What are you saying?" I ask, painfully dragging my eyes away from that heavenly vision. Oh, her foot! The way it sways... Wait. What was Ms. K. saying?

She leans in and whispers. "I'm saying someone needs to take that bitch off his hands."

My mouth drops.

"I know! I'm the worst. Still, it could make for a very educational trip for you."

"Me?" I say. Fuck, I didn't say that; I practically screamed it.

"Well, why not?"

I burst out laughing. God, that feels good. Makes my burning erection less burny.

"Yeah, I--first of all, you are suddenly the coolest teacher in the history of teachers--"

"True."

"Second, have you seen me?" I gesture to make sure we're talking about the same person. "There is no way in hell that this--" I gesture again "--is getting anywhere near that." I nod in her direction. "I can't even get girls my age to pay attention to me."

"Well, not with that attitude!" She turns to look at me. "You're not bad-looking. Most importantly, you're funny. Funny and nice. And those are in short supply these days. Besides, the fact that girls your age aren't paying attention to you says more about them than anything about you. No, teenage girls are dumb. I should know. I was one. They want football players and bad boys. But look where that gets you." She thumbs back at Coach Richards. "Women--real women--want nice guys. Funny, nice guys. And let me tell you a little secret: older women... they want YOUNG guys. Like yourself. Trust me."

"Yeah, even if that were true and that woman, who is clearly unhappy in her marriage--I'll give you that much--even if she was lusting after young flesh?" Ms. K. laughs at that. "You think she wants me when she can have any of the jocks back there?"

"Maybe." She mulls this over for a second. "Okay, yeah, I get that. I can think of a few guys she'd probably go for over you."

I raise my eyebrow. "Oh, can you?"

"Honey, if you think we teachers don't dream about hot young students, you don't understand human nature. But my point is this: Derek Jacobs, Josh Hopkins, Khal Adul-Jamal...? Yeah, I have a list, sue me. Those guys? As hot as they are? They don't have the two things you have."

"What's that?"

"They don't have a plan."

"I don't have a plan."

"You will."

I laugh. "What the other thing?"

"They don't have me in their corner."

Once again, my mouth drops.

"Oh, look who's suddenly glad he's sitting next to me."

"You're a saucy one, aren't you, Ms. K.?"

"Oh, honey, you have no idea. I have done some shit; let me tell you. Now." She settles in and gets comfortable. "Now let's strategize."

***

STEPHANIE

"You broke them?" I say, holding up the remains of my favorite headphones.

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Muttering an absent-minded, 'Oh yeah, sorry,' when I asked you if you broke my headphones isn't exactly saying that you're sorry, Keller. It's just the noises an ape makes to get his annoying wife to shut up."

"What?" he says, turning toward me. "I said I'm sorry. What more do you want?"

"You broke them last week and didn't bother telling me about it until now."

"I'm sorry! Go buy new ones in D. C."

"And what am I supposed to do for the five-hour bus ride--a five-hour bus ride jam-packed with smelly, horny teenagers?"

"I don't know, read? You know how to read, right?"

I glare at him. When my fucking husband first pitched me a week-long trip to D. C., he failed to mention that he'd be spending it chaperoning a bunch of high school seniors--or that we'd have to ride in the fucking bus.

This is what you get when you marry the star quarterback, I guess.

We arrive at the school. I leave my husband to organize the trip and walk over to the concessions shop where my cell phone reception is best. Maybe I can download a movie or five, and maybe it'll be quiet enough to hear it without headphones?

Ah, who am I kidding? This is a bus filled with kids. I won't be able to hear shit.

Still, I do manage to download one movie. Maybe I can watch with subtitles.

"Time to go, Steph!" Keller calls. He claps his hands at me. I hate it when he does that. I'm not one of your fucking students, asshole.

I climb aboard the bus. And everyone looks at me. Great. Fucking great. Oh, and there's Nicole. I didn't realize she was going on this trip. How the hell is she still teaching after all these years--especially after... that.

Whatever.

"Nicole."

"Stephanie."

Uh-huh.

Who's that creep sitting next to her? "Who's your friend?"

"This is Jonas." She pats the poor kid's hand. "He's so excited to be sitting next to me. Aren't you, dear?"

"I am now," he says, eyes roaming up and down my body.

Fucking hell.

"Great," I say, not even bothering to show my disgust.

I take a seat. Keller joins me soon after and has the audacity to place a hand on my knee. Thankfully, he doesn't stay long. Good. Go hang out with your boys.

Okay, Steph. Calm down. It's not the end of the world. It's a free trip. Plus, I still get to shop. So what if I have to ride with a busload of noisy maniacs? And at least here I only have one creep ogling me.

Speaking of him, what's his deal? Why is he hunkered down with Nicole?

Whatever she just told him, she just blew his mind.

JONAS

Ms. K just blew my mind. It's all I can do not to turn and look at Goddess Stephanie.

"Eyes on me, kid."

I lean in and whisper, "You fucked her?"

"Say it a little louder so the kids in the back can hear you."

"How? When? Where?"

"I told you: I did some shit back in the day."

"I thought you meant that maybe you had smoked pot or something. Jesus."

"Oh, yeah, that too. With her, actually."

"Why are you telling me this?"

She smiles a dirty smile. "To help you get laid. Also, the county is forcing me to retire, so what the fuck do I have to lose, right?"

She hands me her water bottle.

"I'm good, thanks."

She pushes it toward me again. "Liquid courage, kid."

I take it and take a whiff. Holy shit. The stench of alcohol burns my nose. "What is this?"

"Vodka cranberry."

I shake my head and hand it back. She shrugs and takes a sip.

"So what happened?"

"She seduced me. I let her. It was great. Well, I'm sure you can imagine how great it was."

"And then?"

"And then she left me for Keller. And my husband found out. Ruined my marriage, which, you know, fair. And honestly, for the best. I never went back to dick again after her."

I feel like I've entered The Twilight Zone or something. How do I make sense of any of this?

"Anyway. I know things. Likes. Dislikes. Kinks. Fetishes." She raises her eyebrows.

"You said she was ruining Coach Richards's life, but I think you want me to seduce her to get back at both of them."

"And get you laid. You conveniently left that part out."

She was right. And that was a good part, too. What the fuck did I care about her ulterior motives? Here was a goddess who was clearly unhappy in her marriage. Coach Richards had never exactly been an asshole to me, but he hadn't exactly been cool to me or any of my non-jocky friends, either.

"What do I do?"

She nudges me. "There you go. You sure you don't want a sip?"

I say no. At first. Then she starts talking. And talking. The more she drinks, the more details she gives me. Soon, she's telling me things that make my head swim.

"I noticed you checking out her feet earlier," she says after about a half hour, her speech a little slurred. "That's good. The woman has very sensitive feet. They are the gateway to her hinterland."

At this point, I don't know if she's being poetical or if hinterland is yet another part of a woman's anatomy that I've never heard of.

"Let me have some of that," I say, reaching for her water bottle.

I take a swig. Then another.

I can't believe the shit she's telling me.

"Is that where the G-spot is?"

She starts cracking up. "Yeah, let me show you. Hold this."

She hands me her water bottle and reaches into her pants. At this point, I feel like she's gonna drop trou, but then she pulls out her phone. She taps away and hands it to me, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl.

I take a big gulp of her cocktail.

My god. Where was this info in Sex Ed?

Of course, this did nothing to ease the pressure in my pants, but what did I care? I was getting a whole lifetime's worth of education in the span of an hour and a half.

After a bit, though, Ms. K. fell asleep on my shoulder.

What will she think when she wakes up?

Oh well.

I reach into my backpack and carefully pull out my headphones so I can watch some of the shows I downloaded.

I feel eyes on me.

Blue eyes.

I have been desperately trying not to look over at Goddess Stephanie for the whole time Ms. K. was talking for fear of giving everything away. But now I risk a glance.

Sure enough, she's eyeing me. Or rather, she's eyeing my headphones.

"What brand?" she asks.

I open my mouth to tell her, but I close it and glance at Ms. K. She sees me looking at my Bio teacher and understands, so she scoots over a seat and leans in.

And oh my god. Her tits. Her glorious tits. Oh, please lean in a little more, Goddess. Just a little more.

Don't stare, you idiot!

I must have only glanced at her for a second. Maybe she didn't notice. She doesn't look like she did.

"Sony," I whisper.

"Any good?" she whispers back.

I think I'm going to faint. I could listen to her whisper all year long.

I nod. "They're the best I've ever had."

She nods. She pulls out a pair of broken headphones from her bag. "My husband did this."

I cover my mouth and try not to laugh for fear of shaking Ms. K. awake.

"You two seem pretty cozy over there," she says, teasingly.

Oh my god, she's teasing me.

"She's actually pretty cool."

"Uh-huh."

I blush. Then I slowly reach down and ease the water bottle out of her lap. Thankfully, Ms. K. doesn't stir. I hand it over to Goddess Stephanie.

"I'm good, thanks."

I shake my head and offer it again. "Trust me."

She scowls. Then she takes the bottle. And our fingers.

Oh my fucking god.

Her fingers brush against mine.

Touched by an angel.

She unscrews the top and smells.

Her eyes.

They light up.

God, they're so blue. Crystal clear like a beach off a Caribbean island.

I nod.

She smiles.

She glances back, I guess looking for her husband--where the fuck has he been all this time?

She takes a swig.

Oh.

Fuck.

Watching her tilt her head back. Seeing her exposed neck. Watching her relish the taste of her forbidden drink...

I did that. I gave her that pleasure.

I feel like I'm about to jizz. I need to calm down.

She hands it back to me.

I take a swig. Just so I can taste something her lips have graced. Maybe I get a little saliva from my goddess....

I hand it back.

Oh, that look she gives me. A naughty smile. Please don't cum, you idiot. Please. Not now. Don't you fucking jizz in your pants.

Somehow. Somehow I manage to keep it together.

We share the rest of Ms. K's special drink. I let her take the last sip, and I watch as she tilts her head way, way, way back to slurp up every last drop.

I'm in love.

She closes the bottle and hands it back. "Thanks. You just made this ride bearable."

I smile.

I would do anything for you, Goddess.

That's it!

I offer her my headphones.

At first she doesn't understand. Then her face. It softens. Her lips part. She purrs the words, "You're sweet. But go ahead. Enjoy your show or whatever."

I shake my head and offer her the headphones again.

"For real?"

I nod. I don't know if it's the alcohol or the rocking of the bus or the feel of Ms. K's breath on my arm or just having this beautiful goddess pay attention to me and smile at me and thank me, but I feel like I'm hypnotized.

She purses her lips. And takes the headphones; once again, her fingers graze mine.

She winks at me.

"I owe you," she mouths.

Oh, fuck. She owes me. She owes me.

She slides back. She stretches out across both seats, slowly crossing one glorious leg over the other.

My face turns bright red.

She notices.

I'm about to turn away, embarrassed, but she pssts at me.

I turn.

She looks around to make sure no one else can see her.

God, her eyes are so huge.

Then.

Ho

Lee

Shit

She reaches up

And flashes me a quick boob.

My face.

It forgets how to work.

It's frozen, mouth agape, eyes popping out of my skull.

I saw tit!

My first tit!

And it was the greatest tit that ever titted!

And it was for me!

I never want this moment to end!

She giggles.

Oh my god, how beautiful she is when she laughs.

Note to self: Make Goddess laugh.

She gestures at me, like, run along, little thing. You've had your fun.

I mouth a quick thank you. Then I turn away.

Please don't cum. Please don't cum. Please don't cum...

***

I must have dozed off. The bus lurches to a stop, startling both me and Ms. K. awake. We look at each other, trying to remember where we are or how we got here. Then she rattles her empty water bottle.

"Please tell me you didn't drink this whole thing."

"I had help," I say, nodding towards Goddess Stephanie.

"Oh really?" she says, sitting up and appraising me. "How'd you manage that?"

"Natural charm."

She so wants to look over at her, but doesn't want to tip her off that we're talking about her. I stand up and stretch. When Ms. K. joins me, I tell her about the boob flash.

"Come on," she says. "I wasn't born yesterday."

But I glare at her to let he know I'm serious.

"Damn, son! Impressive work."

I gather my things. And follow my friends off the bus.

I so want to tell them about my adventure, but decide to keep this to myself. I feel like telling them would keep any further adventures with Goddess Stephanie from happening.

"Dude, was Ms. K. napping on you?" Ali says.

Eric adds that we make a cute couple. They don't laugh long, though. The goddess taps me on the shoulder, causing them to grow pale.

"Thanks for these." She hands me my headphones. "You saved the day."

They watch her walk away. We all do. God, her ass in that sundress. Swishing this way. That way. This way...

"You talked to her?" Eric says, mouth agape.

I wink.

We make our way inside the hotel, where Coach Richards and the other chaperones corral us and start handing out room keys.

Ms. K. gives me mine with a wink. Room 532. I seem to be the only one without a roommate. Well played, Ms. K!

What's more, as I head up to my room, I notice it's right next door to Mr. and Mrs. Richards.

Goddess must have been giving Coach Richards the cold shoulder, because he's trailing after her down the hall, apologizing left and right about the headphones and the bus and a few other things. She's not listening. She saunters ahead toward the room.

She winks at me and gives me a flirty little wave as she passes...

"Mind your own business, Mr. Clark," Coach Richards says when he notices me checking out his wife.

"Leave him alone, Keller," she says.

She enters her room, and he shoots me a dirty look before following her inside.

The first thing I notice is a door--a door connecting my room to hers.

I can hear them arguing; well, I hear him groveling, her ignoring him, and him getting mad...

But I turn him out.

Nothing but a door separates her from me!

I hop on the bed and yank off my pants. Oh, fuck, this has been a long time coming.

I imagine this: She's pissed at her husband. She knocks on my door... wait, no, she just opens it...

Oh, yeah, that's better. I'm asleep, and she slips out of her bed in the middle of the night and sneaks into my room.

"I owe you for the booze and headphones," she says. Her sexy nighty falls to the floor, revealing her in all her naked gloriousness.

Oh, fuck...

I manage to grab a tissue just in time.

Whew.

Now I can think straight.

Fuck, that came out of nowhere. I didn't even get to imagine her blowing me.

Well, what the fuck? I have an hour before we meet up for dinner.

Where was I?

Right. She's standing there before me. Naked. Dripping wet with desire. She crawls into bed and wraps her luscious lips around my...

Damn it!

Another filled tissue.

This one filled to the brim.

Fuck me. Even if I could manage to get with Goddess, how would I ever last long enough? She's so fucking hot I can't even last in my fantasies.

I try to remember some of the things Ms. K. told me about her. Oh yeah, she has sensitive feet. Ms. K. told me she got Stephanie to cum just by sucking her toes. She was so turned on and squirming with delight she came in seconds.

Sounds like me.

***

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

That I can hear clear as day through the connecting door. Whereas yesterday evening I could tell the two of them were fighting, I only caught every other word. But that? No, she practically screamed it.

No wonder. I'm ruining her day.

This was Ms. K's inspired idea. She snuck down to my room last night after dinner and before I spent the night playing MTG with my friends.

"You need to find a way to spend the day with her," she said.

"How am I going to do that?"

"Pretend to be sick. Nothing major. Just a low-grade fever. I can help with that."

"You're going to give me a fever?"

"You're going to come to me, and I'm going to feel your forehead and sell your story."

"That's a better plan. But also, if you just wanted to cop a feel, you can just ask."

"Cute."

And so that's what we did. After breakfast this morning, I went over to the teachers/chaperones table and told Ms. K. I wasn't feeling well. That abruptly stopped everyone's conversation. Ms. K. told me to come here. She felt my forehead, asked me a few rehearsed questions, and said it would be best if I stayed at the hotel for the day.

There was much discussion. They obviously couldn't leave me here alone. And they didn't have enough chaperones to pull one of them for Jonas duty. That left...

"No. No way."

"I'm sorry, babe," Coach Richards said. "But there's literally no one else."

"What about Nicole?"

"I'm happy to do it, dear," Ms. K. said, "but you would have to take my group of girls for the day. Your call."

She stormed off to her room. But not before shooting me a filthy look.

Anger looks good on her. Those flushed cheeks perfectly complementing her hair.

So now I'm listening to the Richards argue about me, and she is--quite rightly--complaining that her vacation is being ruined.

Coach Richards knocks on my door. He gives me as much shit as he can, but at the end of the day, I'm a student, and I'm sick, so he can't be too mad. It's not my fault he dragged her on this trip. He suspects that I'm lying, but I say, "Why would I lie? I've been looking forward to this all year," which is true. Everyone loves the big senior trip. It's not only a fun adventure, but it's our last chance to all hang out before graduation. "Besides, y'all are going to the Air and Space Museum. I've been dying to go there."

Yeah, that's a lie. I've been there plenty. But he buys it.

And that's that. He and the rest of the group go off on their first day. And I'm stuck in the hotel--

Knock. Knock. Knock.

More like fists pounding on the door between our rooms.

"Hold on. Let me get decent first." I open the door.

Her face.

I'm going to do my best to avoid getting her glare ever again. Penetrating is the word.

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"I mean, you're welcome to feel my--"

She immediately calls my bluff. Her hand flies up to my forehead. Oh my god, her soft, soft hand--

"You little shit!" She shoves me.

Man, I could get used to this.

She whips out her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm telling my husband that you're a lying piece of shit." She looks up at me. "And I thought you were cool."

"I mean, I'm pretty cool. I scored us some more booze." I open up another tall water bottle.

She eyes it. Then squints at me.

"What exactly did you think was going to happen? That we'd spend the day together and I'd be so swept away by your eighteen-year-old nerdy charm that I'd leave my husband so I could fuck you and your little two-inch dick?"

"Sounds pretty hot to me. Although, two inches is being pretty generous."

"Oh my fucking god."

She calls her husband.

"So what I'm hearing is you're mad that you're no longer going to have to be stuck in the hotel all day looking after me? That you can go out and go shopping till your heart's content?"

"With you in tow? No, thank you. Come on, Keller! Pick up your fucking phone."

"I'm a good shopping buddy. My mom used to drag me along with her and ask my opinions."

This is true. My dad had zero interest in shopping with my mom. Of course, I didn't either, at first. And yes, I have a crush on my mom. And yes, she has red hair. Don't make this creepy.

"I have good taste."

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" She hangs up her phone.

"In nerd circles, I'm considered very fashion-forward."

"No worries. I'll just drag you to the Air and Space Museum and drop you off there."

"That's so far away from the stores."

"How would you know?"

"I told you. My mom used to take me. I know where all the cool women's fashion stores are."

She's still mad, but she realizes it would be so much easier just to drag me along than to go all the way to the museum, try to track her husband down, and then go shopping. She would lose two hours' worth of shopping time. Easily. She steps forward. So close I can almost feel her hot breath on me.

She pokes me in the chest.

"Listen to me, you little shit. Yes, I am going to take you shopping with me. But this..." she gestures between us, "is never going to happen. You understand that, right? There is no universe in which that..." she points at my groin, "is getting anywhere near this," she gestures to hers.

"They're pretty close right now. Mere inches separating us. In fact, this is the closest this has ever been to one of those."

She glares at me.

"You want to slap me."

"So fucking hard."

"Do it. Get it out of your--"

Once again, she calls my bluff. She slaps my cheek.

Hard.

I blink. A few tears escape.

Then she gasps and covers her mouth, stunned that she would do such a thing.

I snort.

Which breaks the tension.

She laughs. "Oh my god, I am so sorry."

She reaches up and touches my face to examine it.

"I hit the shit out of you."

"Did you? I didn't notice."

"Oh, my god. You have a red handprint..." She bursts out laughing. Her hand falls to my chest.

"I'm really sorry," she says when she regains her composure.

"I'm not. It's literally the most action I've ever gotten."

Her expression hardens, but only slightly.

***

I offer her a swig on the metro.

"It's nine-thirty in the morning. What kind of alcky do you think I am?"

"A hot one?"

"Where are you getting all this booze, anyway?"

"I have a fake ID."

"Show me."

"Not on me, are you crazy?"

She studies me. Now that she's not pissed, I can once again be swept away by her stunning beauty. Her flawless, pale skin. Her pouty lips. Her blue--

"What did she tell you about me?"

I knew this would come up. If I have one skill in this world, it's my ability to lie. I chalk it up to all the games I play--especially games like Werewolf. I have a great poker face. Plus, Ms. K. warned me she would grill me. Makes sense. She and Goddess Stephanie had a fling when she was her AP Bio teacher. Goddess saw us getting cozy on the bus. Of course, she'd put one and one together.

"Who?"

"Don't be coy with me. What did she tell you?"

I continue my coy gambit, but finally she says, "Ms. Kramer, you idiot. What did she tell you?"

"About you? Literally nothing. Why would she?"

She keeps pestering me, trying to get me to break, but I play dumb. Finally, we reach our stop.

We emerge from the metro. Goddess had wanted to go to City Center, but I convinced her to start in Georgetown.

"Where to?"

I scout the area, a little worried that I won't remember... There.

"This way." I hold out my hand. She declines. "You're right," I say. "We should get lubed up first."

I open the bottle and take a swig. "Mmm. A delicious part of this nutritious breakfast."

I offer it to her. She declines. But the smell gets her.

"Is that a mojito?"

"Mmm," I say, taking another sip.

"How the fuck did you make a mojito?"

"With great care and precision. And a dash of lime."

She takes the bottle. "What did she tell you?"

"Ms. K? Listen, if you wanna hook up with Ms. K., I'm not one to judge. I only ask that I can watch and take notes."

She takes a swig. She hands it back to me.

I screw the top on. "Let's go."

We enter a little boutique that Mom used to love. Tuckernuck.

"Voilà," I say, holding the door open.

Her eyes.

Whatever harsh feelings she may have been harboring are gone the moment she sees the clothes in the window. They turn from skeptical to impressed in a single blink. Then they turn to me.

Ahhh... there it is. A glimpse of her expression from the bus. Surprise with a dash of lime.

"Okay, maybe you're not totally full of shit."

She enters, and all the tension in her body eases away. A saleswoman approaches.

"Good morning! Welcome to Tuckernuck. How can I help?"

"She wants shoes," I say.

Goddess slowly turns to look at me. I can't tell if she's annoyed that I spoke for her or shocked that I correctly divined her thoughts or something else, but thankfully, the saleswoman saves me and says, "Absolutely. Right this way."

Ms. K. did say Goddess loves her feet, so I figured, let's start there.

My mom used to love trying on the shoes in this store. But holy shit, the prices. Some shoes cost $950, for fuck's sake.

She notices, too. The moment the saleswoman is out of earshot, she leans in and whispers, "I cannot afford these."

Her breath falling on me. Oh, fuck me.

I swallow.

"Hey, no worries. Shopping isn't about buying."

She raises an eyebrow, once again impressed.

"Besides, when are you ever going to get another chance to try on this bad boy?"

I reach for a golden, strappy, high-heeled thingy--I don't know from ladies' shoes. But my eye was immediately drawn to it.

Her mouth parts and a tiny gasp emerges.

Oh, fuck. Blood rushes to my groin. That was the sexiest sound I've ever heard. How do I make that happen again? Can I get an app that will give me that noise on command?

"She'd like to try this one. Size, what...?" I look down at her feet... "Eighty-two?"

The saleswoman laughs. "He has good taste."

"And no idea what he's talking about. Size eight, please and thank you."

I sit on a bench and pat the area next to me. "I'm excited. Are you excited?"

She sits... oh god, her ass looks heavenly in this, another sundress. She eyes me as she crosses her legs, clearly enjoying how turned on I am.

"Your mom dragged you along for shoe shopping?"

I nod. Then I see the saleswoman reappear with a box in hand. I don't know what gets into me, but I find myself moving as if by force of nature. I drop to my knees in front of Goddess Stephanie and hold out a hand toward her foot. "Allow me, please, madame."

She gasps again. Fuck me sideways.

"Get up," she whispers, embarrassed.

"Aw, but it would make me so happy. Besides, I picked them out. And don't forget," I cough into my fist, "I'm sick. You have to be nice to me."

The saleslady pauses, unsure what to do. I ease the box out of her hands with a wink. "I've got this, thank you."

I turn to Goddess and quickly raise and lower my eyebrows.

Fuck it, I'm just gonna go ahead and do it. She'll kick me if she wants me to stop.

"First, let's take these off..."

I reach up--fuck, my hands are shaking--and grasp the clasp on the ankle strap...

STEPHANIE

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? What am I doing? Why am I letting him do this? Why is this turning me on? He's an eighteen-year-old dweeb. I do not find him attractive on any lev--

--Oh my god, he's taking off my shoe. Jesus, he's so fucking turned on that his hands are shaking. The care he's putting into easing my shoe off of me... Ahhhh... fuck. I'm struggling to breathe. He so wants to kiss my foot. Look at him gazing at my foot in wonder, absolute lust written all over his face. Jesus. This is the hottest thing anyone has done for me in... fuck, in years, if I'm being honest.

Look at him placing my shoe on the floor like it's a holy relic. Now he's unwrapping that sexy shoe he picked out.

His hand reaches up and... ohhh, he places his hand under my heel... Look at him. He's never touched another woman in his life. Why am I letting him do this?

He slides the shoe over my foot... and it fits perfectly. I can't suppress yet another gasp. He clasps the ankle strap and admires his work.

"Ehh?" he says, clearly proud of himself. I'm too busy staring at him to look at the shoe. He smiles, then his eyes guide me down to the shoe.

Oh.

Fucking hell.

This is the sexiest shoe I've ever worn.

My toes look soooo sexy.

Oh my god, I'm getting wet. Fuck me.

"You like it, I can tell. Let's do the other one."

I feel hypnotized. What are we doing?

He realizes I'm not thinking too clearly. He reaches up and guides my foot to the ground. Then he lifts my other foot and proceeds to take that shoe off. God, I fucking love this. What's wrong with me? Come on, kid. Kiss it. Kiss it. Kiss it. Fucking kiss my foot. I'll let you. I'll let you do whatever you want to my foot.

Okay, well, putting on the other shoe is the next best thing. Oh wow, my feet look so fucking sexy in these. Jesus H Christ.

He goes to stand but thinks better of it. Yeah, it's okay, kid. I know you're turned on. You don't want me to see your erection. I get it. But honestly, I'd love to see it. Show me how turned on you are.

Instead, he holds up his hands to help me stand. How very gentlemanly of you.

Both of our hands are shaking, though his more than mine.

What am I doing?

I stand. I sigh. Oh, they feel heavenly.

"You like?" I ask him.

He can't even speak. He just nods. He can't take his eyes off them. Me either. I walk to the mirror.

I feel like a goddess in these.

"Well?" the saleswoman asks. She stops. "Wow. You look amazing in those."

I nod, still feeling like I'm not quite here.

"She'll take them," he says.

That snaps me out of it.

"What?"

"You have to buy those shoes. I mean, goodnight, you're so hot in them."

I am so hot in them. Both kinds of hot. I reach down and grab the box--

$350?

I burst out laughing.

I see the price tag. And blanches.

"Yeah, well, they really are lovely, but--"

"She'll take them." He hands the woman a credit card. Barely, though; his hand is trembling so hard.

"What are you doing?"

"You have to have those."

"You're not buying me shoes, buddy."

"But I am, though." He nods to the saleslady.

"Can you give us a second?" The woman nods and leaves us.

I crouch down before him--foolishly. He can probably see more than I want him to, but I need to make sure he's paying attention.

"Hi. Listen, Jonah--"

"Jonas. With an S."

"Listen, Jonas with an S. I love that you have a little crush on me and all? I think it's adorable--"

"I don't have a crush on you," he says, turning bright red.

"Okay, fine--"

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life. You're a goddess. A living, breathing goddess. Just being near you makes my heart feel like it's going to explode. I don't have a crush on you. I'm desperate for you. And I hate to see how unappreciated you are by your husband. You deserve so much better than that. Better than him."

I'm about to say something--what, I don't know because this is ridiculous--but he interrupts me.

"I don't want anything from this. You won't owe me. You won't be in my debt. Hell, you can walk out of here and never speak to me again for all I care. But I want you to have those shoes. I need you to have them. You deserve to feel like the goddess you are. I just hope that every time you slide your beautiful feet into these stunning shoes, you'll think, oh, I might be having a crappy day, or my marriage might suck ass. Still, somewhere out there is a dorky high school kid who was so infatuated with me he emptied his bank account to buy me these so that I could feel pretty."

My mouth is on the floor. Then my hands are in his.

"Please. Please let me buy you these. It would make me so happy. Please. Please. Please."

I struggle to speak, but finally the words "empty my bank account" hit me.

"I can't let you spend all your money on me like this."

"What's the point of having money if you can't use it to make someone feel loved?"

He goes on mouthing the word please. Please, please, please.

I still can't speak, but he finally breaks our intense eye contact and nods at the woman.

And I let him.

What am I doing?

Now my hands are trembling.

He looks back at me and smiles. "Are you going to wear them out or save them?"

It takes me a second, but I finally whisper, "I don't want to ruin them."

"Save them for when you want to feel special."

I feel like I'm gonna cry. Instead, I just nod.

My eyes drift down to his crotch. Then back to him.

"Can you help me up?"

He nods. Then he remembers he can't stand. Not just at this moment.

Oh, fuck, I'm so wet. This kid's desire for me is so strong and infectious.

"It's okay," I whisper. "We'll stand together."

He shakes his head, but I nod and pull him up, whispering, "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay..." keeping eye contact.

It's awkward, but he stands--sort of. He's bent over slightly. He wants to adjust his pants, but I'm holding his hands. I step in closer and can't help but think of his earlier comment about how close his dick was to my pussy.

Now it's even closer.

"It's okay, Jonas with an S." I lean in and whisper, letting my lips graze ever so gently against his ear. "I love how hard you are for me."

I give him a tiny kiss on the cheek and then let go of his hands.

I whirl around so he's not embarrassed, and I stride toward the counter.

"Well, if a girl's boyfriend wants to buy her expensive shoes, who is she to say no?"

She laughs. "He's very passionate."

I wave a hand in front of my face. "Tell me about it."

I slip out of the shoes so she can box them. I turn to face my paramour. "You should probably put my shoes back on."

He gasps. "But first: You gotta try this dress on."

He holds up a deep red sweater dress. Jesus, this kid's taste is impeccable.

I bite my lip. The thought of modeling clothes for him is making me so incredibly hot.

"Yeah, I do."

I snatch the dress from his hands. "But you're not buying me shit."

I grab his hand and drag him toward the dressing room.

I pull the curtain open. I turn and point at him. "Stay." I disappear inside and whip off my clothes.

JONAS

Oh my god, I see her dress fall to the floor. She's naked. Naked, standing just three feet from me, with only a flimsy curtain between us.

--No, she's not naked. She's obviously wearing panties, you dumbass--

Her panties drop to the floor too.

Fuck.

She's naked. Wait, she must be wearing a bra, right?

Not anymore she's not.

Oh my god. Goddess, I mean. Of my Goddess Stephanie. You're killing me with desire--

She parts the curtain slightly and sticks her head and naked shoulder out.

"Boots," she says. "Over there. The black ones. Go."

I nod and stumble backward. Thankfully, the sales lady is there to save me.

"I'll fetch them, honey."

"Thank you."

Moments later, she hands them to me. Stephanie's hand reaches through the curtain. I hand them over.

Then I hear it. That blissful gasp of hers. Like she's having a mini orgasm. Then she sucks in air. Oh. She loves how she looks.

The curtain parts.

Fuck

Me

The dress hugs her heavenly curves, highlighting her gorgeous tits and accentuating her sexy hips--especially when she stands like she is now, with one leg slightly in front of the other. And her legs. It's a mini sweater dress, so the dress ends about six inches above where her boots begin. Between them, her milky, creamy, sumptuous thighs are calling to me. God, I want to drop to my knees and kiss her throughout that demilitarized zone. Start in the front and kiss my way inside, inside, inside until my head and slide up under her dress...

She runs her hands up her sides. Then she wraps her around her. She is so fucking turned on right now...

STEPHANIE

Oh my god, the way this kid is looking at me in this dress. I don't know that I've ever felt so desired in my life--and this is coming from a girl who gets whistled at and catcalled every single day. But this nerdy virgin? The way he looks at me? He really does think I'm a goddess, doesn't he?

Fuck.

I'm going to fuck him, aren't I?

Just the thought of deflowering this kid...

Oh shit.

I'm literally dripping. I can feel my juices clinging to my inner thigh...

"I'll take it," I say. And I disappear back inside the dressing room.

I quickly run a finger down to my thigh and scoop up my juices...

I bring my finger to my lips...

Oh...

God...

I love tasting myself.

I haven't done this since...

I gasp.

Since Ms. K.

I so want to be mad. I'm sure she told him all about our fling.

But I'm not mad.

I'm turned on so hot I'm burning up.

We need to make a pit stop.

Back to the hotel.

So I can teach this kid a thing or two.

***

I wear my new outfit out of the store and feel every eye in the city on me. But there is only one pair of eyes I care about. Jonas did this. I would have never found that store, would have never tried on those shoes--certainly would have never bought them--and I never would have picked out this dress. This sexy, sexy turtleneck sweater minidress makes me feel every bit the goddess Jonas tells me I am.

He keeps wanting to gush and tell me how beautiful, how gorgeous, how hot I am. But I place a finger on his lips. Not because I don't want him to say such things. But because I know. I know how you feel, baby. I know. I see it in your eyes. I hear it in your quivering voice. I feel it in your trembling body. Saying it would only ruin it.

"There's another really cool store up here," he says.

"Uh-huh." I take his hand and lead him across the street.

"Don't you want to do more shopping?"

"Tomorrow."

I lead him to the metro.

"Where to--"

I place a finger on his lips.

I step into him and press my body against his.

Oh, he's trembling... Fuck, that turns me on. So. So. Much.

"Shhh..."

He nods.

A subway whooshes past us, blowing my hair in my face, but I don't break eye contact.

He's hyperventilating.

I reach up and caress his face. God, he's so young. I know he's eighteen, but there's eighteen, and there's this kid who feels so much younger. It makes me feel dirty.

Really dirty.

I like it.

I wanna corrupt him. I wanna consume him. I wanna destroy his innocence. I wanna shatter his world and help him put the pieces back together in all the wrong places.

We're suddenly standing on the train. I don't even remember hopping on. I feel a creepy businessman behind me, standing way too close and pressing into me, and I don't even care. Normally, I'd turn and scream. But go ahead, asshole. Cop a feel. You can't break me. Not today.

They call our stop. I pull Jonas off the train, and my boots click-clack through the echoey metro hallway.

We're out. We're out, and the hotel is right across the street. The hotel is right there, and Jonas with an S is hanging onto me for dear life. Excited. Terrified.

I pull him through the lobby, hoping that his classmates aren't suddenly hanging around for some reason at 11:47 in the morning. I pull him into the elevator.

Going up.

I push him against the closing door. I run my hands up and down his chest.

I feel his heart pounding away.

Ding.

The doors open and he nearly falls over.

I pull him down the hall to his room.

JONAS

Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening. I fumble for the key and press it against the sensor. Nothing. I try again, but my hand is shaking too hard.

God, I'm such a fuckup.

She steadies me. She guides my hand to the sensor. The light turns green. I open the door, and she pulls me inside. She spins around. Holy shit. If I thought she was beautiful when she smiles, the look of wanton lust on her face--lust for me, no less--makes her so radiantly beautiful I can barely look at her.

She eases up to me, staring at my lips.

I swallow. "I'm never--"

Her finger once again presses against my lips.

Right.

Shut up, asshole.

There is literally no reason to talk right now.

Her hands caress my face again.

Fuck, I'm so hard.

She presses her body into me. I try to pull my groin back so she won't know how hard I am, but she keeps pressing into me.

"I told you. I love how hard you are for me. You make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world."

She backs me up against the door.

Her tits.

Her glorious fucking tits are pressing into my chest. Her groin is rubbing against my dick. Jesus, I'm going to fucking explode.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

I shake my head.

She smiles. "That's so fucking hot."

She brings her lips to mine... almost. She keeps them just out of reach. I lean forward, thinking she wants me to kiss her, but she pulls back with a smile. Her hand presses against my forehead, pinning my head to the door. She leans in again, letting her lips juuuust barely touch mine. She moves her head, the slight friction sending electric tingles throughout my body. I'm gonna blow. I'm gonna blow.

"You can touch me," she whispers.

Oh right. I have hands.

I raise my hands and grab onto her hips. She gasps.

There it is! That sexy gasp of hers!

I slide my hands up, savoring her curve.

She kisses my cheek.

My hands slide to her back and up and down and up and down. I tug at her dress and feel the fabric slide over her body.

"Yes," she whispers, planting kiss after kiss on my cheek, my jaw, my ear. "I'm gonna kiss you now, Jonas with an S. Are you ready for your first kiss?"

"Yes," I whisper back, still pulling up on her dress.

She kisses her way towards my lips, and finally, I free her ass from that dress. My hands slide down, and she whispers a gentle yes. Down, down, down her body until they find the end of her dress...

Her lips brush against mine. She looks at me with such loaded desire.

My hands slide down further still. They're about to touch her ass, just as her lips are about to kiss me...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Several hands pound on my door.

"Yo, J-Man!" Eric says.

Ali joins him. "Wake up, bitch!"

Panic. Total fucking panic sweeps over her face.

"Go," I whisper.

She pulls her dress down and is about to file through the intra-room door when I grab her hand.

"The shoes. You weren't supposed to shop today."

"Oh fuck. This dress!"

She blinks a few times, then decides, fuck it. She gives me the shoe bag and flies into her room.

"Coming!" I say, groaning slightly at the poor word choice.

I slide the shoes under my bed.

Fuck, I'm still rock hard.

There's nothing to do but open the door.

"Sup, guys?"

They pour into my room and leap onto my bed.

"Whatcha been up to?" Eric asks.

"Besides jerkin' it."

"Yeah, besides that."

"Nothing," I manage to say. I slide into the one chair and thank god they didn't notice my raging boner jutting through my pants.

They also don't notice the bag barely peeking out from under the newly disturbed comforter. What would they say if they saw what was in there?

Next door, I hear Goddess's door open and Coach Richards's muffled voice.

God damnit. What a cock blocker.

I was so close!

There's a knock on that door.

"Come in."

Coach Richards opens the door and enters, followed closely by his wife.

"I told you, he's still running a low-grade fever. It's best to let him rest."

"Feeling any better, Mr. Clark?"

"A little, I guess?" I say, trying desperately not to look at his wife.

"Ready to join us for the rest of the day?"

I shake my head slightly. "I'm just really tired, Coach Richards."

"Uh-huh. What aren't you telling me?"

I shrug and say I don't know what he's talking about. But he's no dummy. He knows something's up.

"Come on. What is it? What aren't you telling me?"

"Fine," I say. "I don't know how to tell you this, Coach." I see Stephanie's eyes widen. "But your shoes are trash."

My friends crack up. Eric drops an "Oh shit!"

But most importantly, I get Stephanie--Goddess Stephanie--to smile. She tries to hide it but fails.

"What are you laughing at?" he asks her.

"I mean... he's not wrong." The rest of us share a laugh at his expense.

"Is that new?" he asks, suddenly noticing her dress.

She shrugs it off. "Huh? This? Yeah, you like?"

He nods. Then returns his attention to me. "Well, if you're running a fever and are too sick to join us, we shouldn't be here in your room. Out everyone. Let's go to lunch."

They leave, and I give the shoe bag a quick shove. A few minutes later, Goddess knocks on my door.

"You all right?" I ask her when she enters my room.

"Yeah. Though that was close. I guess we were being careless."

I nod and approach her. "I guess the moment's gone?"

"Yeah, sorry." She tugs at my shirt. "But seeing my husband and his trashy shoes, as he completely disregarded me and my sexy outfit, has totally rekindled my love for him."

She pulls me in and wraps her arms around my neck. "Besides, I have so much more shopping to do and only five days in which to do it. Spending an afternoon deflowering a dorky eighteen-year-old with a bizarrely amazing fashion sense is not high on my agenda."

Her fingers run through my hair, making my cock come alive once again.

"Sarcasm," I say.

"Sarcasm."

She teases my lips again, letting hers glide ever so lightly over mine. Fuck, I love this. How much more will I love an actual kiss?

Looks like I'm about to find out. She gives me a loving look, turns her head slightly, and is about to kiss me when I say, "The lazy man's approach to comedy."

She stops. She blinks. She pulls back and lets go of me.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I meant it as a joke. I'm an idiot. Please forgive me."

But it's over. Just like that.

"You think you're better than me."

"What? No! Are you kidding? You're amazing. Beautiful and smart and worldly. Hey, where are you going?"

She pauses at her door. "I'm gonna go shopping. You stay here."

"It was a joke! A dumb joke! I say dumb things all the time..."

... and there she goes. Door closed in my face. I try the handle, but she locked it.

"Please, Goddess! Please! Don't hold my being an idiot against me!"

I run out into the hall and wait.

She emerges from her room and doesn't even give me a second glance. She walks down the hall with furious purpose.

I sigh.

What a fucking idiot! I was this close to having the woman of my dreams! How could I be so stup--

My door's locked and I don't have the key.

Figures.

I hear the elevator arrive.

I sprint down the hall and just manage to insert my hand before the door fully closes.

She stares straight ahead, completely ignoring me.

"Please forgive me. Please. Please. Please. I say dumb things sometimes. That doesn't mean I think I'm better than you. Look at me: in what universe could I possibly be better than you? You're a goddess--"

The doors open and she storms out.

"Please. At least let me make it up to you. I can help you shop--"

"Either you stay here, or I cause a scene."

"I'm locked out of my room."

"Sounds like you should go talk to the concierge."

She storms off.

I watch her go.

Fuck it. If she leaves, I'll never get another chance.

I rush outside and weave through the lunchtime crowd. I catch up a few moments later.

"I thought I told you--"

"Please. Everyone leaves me. Don't be like everyone else."

That breaks through the icy veneer. "What do you mean, everyone leaves you?"

I wipe away a tear that I didn't even realize was trickling down my cheek. "My mom left me last year. Well, she left Dad and me. But I haven't spoken to her since. And my dad... he was supposed to come on this trip, but he bailed at the last minute like he always does. And yeah, I mean, I was kind of glad he wasn't tagging along, but it would have been nice to finally do something with him. And my grandma passed away two months ago, which I know is different, but I loved her. She was the one adult in my life I could count on. And--"

"Okay, okay! Jesus."

I'm out of breath, but I'm never one to take yes for an answer. I kneel before her. Yes, I'm kneeling in the middle of a crowded D. C. sidewalk.

"Please. We don't even have to do anything. As much as I want that, I never in a million years thought it would actually happen. How could it? You're so beautiful and perfect, and I'm a dweeb who makes dumb jokes. Just please don't leave me angry. Can't we still be friends?"

She looks around, embarrassed at all the attention from passersby.

"I said okay. Come on."

She walks off. I follow.

I hold off on saying anything until she turns right towards a shopping mall.

"There's some really cool stores this way--yeah, you know what, your plan is better."

I follow her into a Nordstrom.

"What are you shopping for?"

She sighs. "I need a business suit."

"What do you do?"

"None of your business."

"Ah. So you're a spy."

A tiny smirk. Whew. Okay. It's gonna be okay. It may take some doing, but it's gonna be okay.

"I know just the thing."

"I'm good, thanks."

She marches over to a rack and starts flipping through outfits.

"This one," I say, immediately seeing the sexiest suit for her.

"I'm good," she says without looking. But after a few minutes of not finding what she wants, she sighs and looks. Her face hardens the moment she sees it, knowing I'm right.

"Asshole," she says, snatching it from me and marching over to the dressing room.

She emerges several minutes later, back in her sweaterdress. Damn. She didn't even let me see it.

"It was perfect, wasn't it?"

"Fuck off."

She takes it to the counter and buys it.

"What's next?"

"You know, it's kind of creepy that you are so good at this."

"Right?"

"Just because you picked out a killer suit doesn't mean we're friends again."

"Yeah, no. I get that."

"Come on. I need a cocktail dress."

"Ooh! Dior. This way."

Now it's my turn to lead.

"Do you want to be a fashion designer or something?" she asks, despite herself.

"Huh? Oh no. Shopping was the only thing Mom and I ever did together, so I needed to make myself useful if I wanted to be with her."

She stops walking and stares at me, trying to figure me out.

"She got pregnant when she was really young, and wound up getting married before she was ready. She had no interest in being a mom. So, yeah, if I wanted to be with her, I needed to do the things she liked to do, which mostly involved her looking pretty."

Her expression softens as she reads my face. Then it hardens a bit as she remembers that she's mad at me. She points a finger at me.

"That better be true, or I'm going to be so fucking pissed."

She starts walking toward Dior. Then once again skids to a halt. She turns, a hand covering her mouth.

"Oh my god, that was such an awful thing to say."

She approaches me and places her hands on my arms.

"Please forgive me."

I nod. I wanna say, "Now we're even," but I have to swallow my feelings first. I don't often think about my mom, so when I do, it can get a little messy.

She can see that she kind of broke me, though, so she wraps me up in a hug. Then she takes my face in her hand. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too."

"I overreacted."

"I did feel like I stepped on a landmine while walking through a playground."

She snorts. "I have an inferiority complex."

"You? I mean, Jesus, if you have an inferiority complex, what hope do us mortals have?"

She gazes at me and lightly strokes my cheek. "I have a hang-up about people thinking I'm an idiot. It's been plaguing me since high school, which is why your comment touched a nerve. But that's on me, not you. Your comment was dumb, but it wasn't meant the way I took it. And even though I knew that, it still awakened powerful feelings of inadequacy that I thought I had long since gotten over."

I blink. Who talks like that? Only people who... "So you've done a lot of therapy, too?"

She laughs.

We don't say anything for a moment--way longer than I'm normally used to or feel comfortable with. Normally. But being in her arms has a way of soothing my inner demon. Finally, she breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry about your mom."

"Me too."

"That's awful."

I nod, feeling like I'm going to cry again. "I don't really want to talk about her, if that's okay."

She nods. Her eyes fall to my lips.

"I'd kiss you, but I don't want that to be your first kiss."

"Can I kiss you, then?"

She smiles. And nods.

I take her face in my hands and pull her into one of those dramatic, Hollywood-style kisses I've always wanted to participate in. Her hands run up the back of my head, and we stand there in the middle of the mall, kissing and kissing and kissing...

"Shit," I say.

"What's wrong?"

"I have a huge boner."

She bites her lip. "Boy, it would be really embarrassing if I were to suddenly turn and walk away right now..." She makes like she's about to do just that, but the panic on my face makes her laugh and return to me.

"I have an idea," she says. "Fuck Dior."

"Okay...?"

"We're going to Victoria's Secret."

I gasp. The thought of her modeling lingerie for me... fuuuuuuccccckkkkk.

"I don't think that's going to help my problem."

"I know," she says with a naughty smile. "But there's an employee exit right over there... All you have to do is meet me there."

Now she really does walk away and leave me hanging.

I cover myself and sprint as well as I can down the employee corridor, past the offices, past the bathrooms, and out into a back alleyway. Thankfully, no one is standing there to mock me and my hard-on.

Stephanie takes her sweet time, but she soon emerges. She takes one look around, grabs my hand, and pulls me behind a dumpster.

She pushes me against the wall and kisses me. This time, she plunges her tongue inside my mouth. I've always wondered what French kissing would feel like, and it's so much hotter than I ever expected. Having her tongue lick mine, her mouth pressing against me, opening and closing with mine, her body moving into me, and her moaning! Her soft, soft moans as she gets more and more excited... Fuck, I'm about to explode...

I reach down and grab her ass. Oh, her heavenly, heavenly ass! Two bountiful handfuls of sumptuousness. I squeeze, and she whimpers.

She whimpers!

It's the most beautiful sound imaginable. I'm pleasing my goddess!

But she takes my hands and pulls them away.

Shit. Did I do something wrong?

No.

She's smiling.

Oh, such a naughty smile.

"Let me drive, baby. I need my fashion advisor to have a clear head for the rest of the day."

She slides down my body and crouches before me.

Then she reaches up and unbuttons my pants.

The back door opens, and I hear two, no, three women emerge and start chit-chatting and lighting cigarettes.

Fuck me. Can't a guy catch a break?

Goddess Stephanie is undeterred, however. If anything, she seems even more eager to plow ahead.

She pulls down my pants. Then my boxers.

Fuck! I'm naked. Naked in public, with a raging erection in front of the hottest woman on the planet.

She smiles. Her eyes meet mine. She approves. Oh thank god. I thought for sure she would think I was too small. Her eyes go back down to my cock.

"Oh my god," says one woman, taking a drag. "Dan is such an asshole."

Stephanie runs her nails up my shaft. Precum dribbles out, much to her delight.

"Yeah, he's an asshole, alright," another woman says. "But he's hot as shit."

Stephanie finds this hilarious.

The door opens, and two more women enter.

They're only ten feet from us! A few steps around the dumpster and they will see everything!

Stephanie runs her nails up my dick again.

"I heard he's dating Jill," a third woman says.

Stephanie grins from ear to ear.

Then she sticks out her tongue.

Oh fuck.

Oh.

Fuck.

It's happening.

It's finally fucking--

"They deserve each other," says the first woman. I hear footsteps getting closer, closer, closer...

Stephanie licks my cock with one big long stroke...

Honestly, the only reason I haven't already cum is because I'm so terrified of being discovered...

"Can I have a light?" another woman asks.

The first woman says sure, and she turns around and walks back to the entrance.

Lick.

"Oh yeah, Jill is such a bitch."

Lick.

"Uh! She's the worst."

Her lips.

They do what I first thought they wanted to do the moment I saw them.

They wrap around my cock...

"Still, what I wouldn't give to have him for a night or two."

Her fingers grab my ass.

"Or seven or eight, from what I hear."

The others laugh at the dick reference.

She pulls me toward her and turns her head slightly.

My god.

I've never felt anything so fucking amazing in my life.

It's so much better; so much better; so, so, so much better than I could have possibly imagined.

"Where did you hear that?"

Especially with those baby blue eyes staring up at me.

"Jen Worthington. She dated him for a hot minute back in January."

Stephanie closes her eyes when she reaches the hilt. Her tongue dances under my cock, stroking, stroking, stroking...

"But then he dared to hit on another girl."

She pulls back, her eyes flashing up to meet mine again.

"Right in front of her."

She plunges forward again.

Oh my god.

So warm

"Ugh. What a prick."

So wet

"Mmm... what a prick is right."

So amazing

"You're the worst."

Laughter.

Giggles.

Gossip.

Her tongue.

Stroke

Stroke

Pull

Suck

I'm gonna cum.

But I can't say anything.

I try to hold out so I can let her know...

It's happening.

Gossip.

Laughter.

Shock.

Bitching...

Her tongue...

It's happppppppppp--

Fuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkk...

My mouth opens as wide as it can as I burst inside her.

I clutch at the wall, desperate for something to hold onto, but my fingers find no purchase.

Oh fuck

Oh fuck

Oh fuckkkkk.

She sucks and swallows and holds me in place. Her head twisting this way and that, bobbing up and down until she's finished me.

I'm finished.

I'm finished.

Oh my fucking god I'm finished.

Thank you, I mouth. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

She winks and pulls up my pants. She buttons them. She rises.

What now? I mouth.

She winks and smiles.

She grabs my hand and leads me out from behind the dumpster, much to the shock of the five women.

"Ladies," I say with a shit-eating grin on my face.

Once we're back inside, halfway down the corridor, I stop and pull her into me.

I kiss her.

And kiss her.

And kiss her.

And kiss her.

***

STEPHANIE

Ohhh... this boy is in love with me. His tender kisses. His hungry moans. His desperate hands wanting to grab me everywhere but just barely restraining himself since we're in public. Oh my god, to feel this loved, this wanted, this desired. Yes, I get catcalled, whistled at, and hit on every single day. I'm a hot chick in America. That's just life. But this. This is so much deeper. So much more passionate and meaningful. I just blew this kid and promptly blew his young mind. I handed him the greatest day of his life, and we haven't even finished. And that makes me so wet. I can't believe how wet I am for this kid.

I break off our kiss. We don't have time.

"Come," I say, inwardly rolling my eyes at the word.

I grab his hand and pull him toward Victoria's Secret. He gasps slightly the moment we enter the store.

"You've never been in here?"

He shakes his head. I laugh at how red he is. "You're allowed in here, you know."

"It doesn't feel like it."

"You feel like a creep?"

He nods.

I kiss him. "You're safe. Come on."

I lead him over to the lingerie and wrap my arms around him. "What do you want to see me in?"

His mouth opens at the possibilities. I slide my hands up his chest and nibble on his ear. "Anything you want. Just choose, and I'll model it for you. You make me feel so sexy, and I want to be the sexiest I can possibly be for you."

I steer him towards the teddies, mostly because I love them, but I notice he keeps looking at the pantyhose.

"You like pantyhose?"

He nods.

I pull him over there. "What do you want to see me in?"

He can't decide. It's too much. I get it.

I reach for some thigh-high sheer black nylons. Then I pull him back toward the teddies. "Can I model this for you?"

I take his hand and guide it up to something called a Lace Strappy Triangle Peekaboo Teddy. It's a one-piece with lace-up sides and a high-cut leg. It's black, and it's calling to me. And from his trembling hand, it's calling to him too. Honestly, I don't think he cares. He just wants to feel my heat, and this outfit is getting me so fucking hot.

I grab my size and pull him into the back dressing room.

I kiss him and disappear behind the door. This poor kid. All alone in the dressing room of a Victoria's Secret. He's so uncomfortable, I love it.

I slide my dress up and off me. Fuck, I love that thing. It's too hot for a day like today, but god it makes me feel so sexy--especially since he picked it out for me.

I yank my boots off. Oh, I love being naked in here with my awkward eighteen-year-old geeky virgin standing right on the other side of the door.

I slip the silky nylons over my feet. Fuck, I hope I don't ruin this teddy with my juices! I slide it on my body and I just want him to fuck me right here and now Oh my god, he won't even last a minute. He'll be so turned on by me he might even explode before he gets inside me. And I laugh at how hot the idea of having the worst sex of my life is making me.

Oh, but he's eighteen. He might cum in seconds, but he'll be ready for seconds in seconds, too.

God, I look good in this.

I open the door.

His face.

Fuck yes.

The money shot.

He can't believe it. His goddess wearing the sexiest of sexy lingerie just for him.

Come hither.

He steps towards me as if in a trance.

"Ahem!" a voice says.

Ah. Right. No sex in the dressing room. No worries. I wink and close the door. I'm not even going to take this off. I slide my dress over it, slip my boots back on, and bring the tags to the cashier.

I also secretly grab another item. Something I've wanted to wear for years but always felt too self-conscious about.

Ohhh, I can't wait to surprise him with this one.

"Come on," I say. And I pull my bewildered boytoy through the store.

We emerge into the mall, and I go white.

There. Not fifty yards from us is Nicole Fucking Kramer and her group of giggling high school girls.

Shit.

"This way."

I pull him after me in the other direction.

God, I hope she didn't see me.

But I'm pretty sure she did.

We weave through the crowd and exit the mall on the other side from where we started.

"Think they saw us?"

"I hope not."

We reach the hotel. I pause to scan for other students and/or chaperones.

"We have to chance it. Let's go."

I let go of his hand--I can't have anyone see that, now can I?

I burst through the door and make our way to the thankfully open elevator.

Fifth floor.

Please let the coast be clear. Please. Please. Please. I promise not to be so risky again. I promise. I promise. I promise...

The door opens. And there is Jonas's dorky friend, Ali, I think his name is.

Ali's eyes go wide at seeing me, wider at seeing Jonas, and nearly pop out of his head at seeing the Victoria's Secret bag.

Jonas grabs his friend and pulls him until he's standing in the middle of the closing door.

"Take this," he says, grabbing the bag from me and handing it to his friend. I can't help but gasp. "Hide it in your room. Tell no one. No one. Not even Eric. Do this, and my Ulamog is yours."

The elevator is dinging. Ali so wants to know what's going on, but Jonas makes him focus. The elevator buzzes, startling us all.

Ali nods. He looks both ways down the hall.

Buzz!

He turns and runs back into his room. Door closed.

Buzz!

"Let's go," he says.

I swallow. What am I doing? My husband is obviously in my room, wondering where I am.

"You took me to urgent care," he says. "Doctor says I need to rest another day."

I nod. Right. Makes sense. Okay, I can do this.

I open the door.

"Where've you been?" my husband asks.

"Huh? Oh hi."

I let the door close behind me, but Jonas stops it. I turn to look at him. What are you doing, idiot? Go to your room.

"I don't have my key," he reminds me.

"Right."

"Well?" Keller asks.

"He was complaining, so I took him to urgent care."

"Uh-huh. Urgent care."

"I'm gonna go lay down now," Jonas says.

"Okay," I say, letting him pass.

"Not so fast," Keller says.

"Keller. The kid is sick. The doctor says he has a mild flu. He needs to go to bed."

"Uh-huh. So how do you explain this?"

He bends down and, from behind the bed, picks up a bag from Tuckernuck Store. He reaches inside and pulls out a golden high-heeled shoe.

The one Jonas bought for me.

***

JONAS

"Hey! What the hell!" I say, forgetting that I'm supposed to be sick. I lunge forward. "That's mine!" But Coach pulls the shoe away from my grasp.

"What do you mean it's yours?"

"Give me my fucking shoe!" I say, losing myself in my panic. How dare he touch the shoe I bought for my goddess!?

"Watch your language, Mr. Clark!"

"The fuck I will! How dare you go into my room and take my stuff!?"

"Your stuff? Since when do you own ladies' shoes?"

"Since when was it any of your business? And since when are you allowed to go through my stuff?"

"Okay!" Goddess says. "Can we take it down a notch?" She lays hands on her husband. "Keller, give the boy his shoes back."

"His shoes. His shoes," he repeats, emphasizing the word his.

"Yes, his shoes. Are you deaf or are you just tone deaf?"

"His shoes that are your size."

"Okay? I wear size eight, Keller. Like millions of women. Are you suggesting I bought them?"

He looks at her like, duh.

"What's all the fuss?"

That's Ms. K. She's standing in the doorway wearing a concerned expression.

"Nothing that concerns you, Nicole," Coach Richards says.

"The fuck it doesn't!" I say. I turn to Ms. K. "Remember how I told you I was meeting my girlfriend up here?"

"I do. What was her name?"

"Emily. And what did I tell you I bought her?" I say this, but I'm gesturing at the shoe in Coach Richards' hand. Talk about a leading question.

She nods. "Mmm... yeah, some sexy shoes. They are quite fetching. I thought it was rather romantic. Keller, why are you holding the boy's present?"

"More importantly," Stephanie adds, "Why did you think it was okay to ransack the boy's room?"

"That is troubling." Ms. K. tuts. She enters the room and approaches Coach Richards. "Don't stand in the way of true love, son." She pats him on the chest.

"What kid buys his girlfriend shoes?"

"A kid that's gonna get laid," Stephanie says. "Am I right?" She holds a fist out for Ms. K, who bumps it.

Ms. K. nudges Goddess. "Can you imagine dating someone in high school sensitive enough to buy you gorgeous shoes like those?"

"I can't, actually. I went for the more brutish, caveman type."

"How'd that work out for you?"

"Not great," she says, eyeing her husband like he's a disappointing cut of pork.

"Sensitive, huh? Is that what you want now?" Coach Richards says. "I don't recall you wanting that when we were dating."

"Yeah, well, I was an idiot." She turns to me. "You. Go to bed. Rest up so you can wow your girlfriend and show her what a real man looks like."

"Oh, a real man? Him?"

I so want to watch this fight that's about to go down--especially since Goddess is about to compare me favorably to her husband straight to his face--but Ms. K. pats me on the shoulder and tells me she'll help me get settled.

The two of us leave just as Goddess says, "Oh, you don't want to go there, believe me."

Ms. K. closes the door. Eyes go wide.

"Sounds like you're doing very well for yourself."

I nod. "Thanks to you."

"Let me see those shoes."

I show her. She whistles. "Did you put them on her?"

I nod.

She sucks in air. "The student has become the master." She offers me a fist.

I bump it.

That evening is torture. My classmates all get to go out and eat wherever they want. I'm stuck in the hotel room with Coach Richards at my side. He says he wanted to let his wife get out of the hotel, but I suspect he's just pissed at me.

We order room service, which sucks, and we sit and watch a baseball game, which also sucks. He seems really invested, though: shouting, cursing, cheering every few seconds whenever something happens.

When the students return, he smacks my mattress and tells me I'm going out tomorrow no matter what.

Great.

And because I'm supposed to be sick, Coach Richards doesn't want me hanging out with my friends.

Double great. I can't even play MTG.

At 11--when it's supposed to be lights-out--I text Ali and ask him to bring the Victoria's Secret package. He does, and we whisper in the hallway.

"Did you tell anyone?"

"No."

"Did you see what's in here?"

"Yes."

"Asshole."

"Come on!" he says. "Are you telling me you wouldn't have looked?"

He has me there.

"What's going on?

"I can't tell you."

"Come on," he whines. He begs and begs and begs, but I refuse to give him anything other than the Magic card I promised him, which he is super excited about. He should be. That sucker's worth $150.

I hear the TV go off next door, so I shoo Ali away.

I take the bag and hide it in my closet. Then I get ready for bed and futz around on my phone until I fall asleep.

***

STEPHANIE

Keller's snoring wakes me up, per yoozh. I glance at my phone. 2:30. Normally I'd be pissed right about now, knowing it will take me hours to get back to sleep.

Tonight, though? Not so much.

If anything, I'm excited.

I slip out of bed, thankful that the mattress doesn't creak. I tiptoe to the bathroom where I stashed my teddy and nylons. Oh man, it felt so deliciously evil to be wearing those items that I bought for Jonas under the dress that Jonas picked out for me while telling my asshole husband that he's a lesser man than Jonas is.

I'm going to hell, I know, but I'm going to fucking love my journey there.

I tuck my clothes under my arm and sneak over to the communicating door between our rooms. I pause, my hand on the handle, waiting for Keller to snore...

Boom, he does, and I pull on the handle. I ease my side of the door open and pause again. Please tell me you didn't lock the door, Jonas...

Another snore. I pull down on the handle and thank the gods of adultery as the door cracks open.

Another snore... and I close my door.

I'm in.

Whew.

Thank god, Keller is a sound sleeper.

I tiptoe over to Jonas's bed. Aww, look at him. God, he's such a contrasting figure to my barbaric husband. No snoring. No drooling. No meaty paws smacking into me in the middle of the night. Just the quiet, peaceful slumber of a kid who doesn't realize he's about to lose his V.

I undress, pulling off my PJ shorts and ratty T-shirt. Don't want him seeing that old thing. I consider sliding into bed already naked, but... where's the fun in that?

I wonder if he ever managed to get my Victoria's Secret bag from his friend?

I drop to the floor and scan under the bed. It's hard to see, but I'm pretty sure it's empty.

I hop up. Let's try the closet.

I slowly turn the handle, once again loving how well-made the doors in this joint are. No creaks. Just pure silence.

There it is. I pick it up and bring it to the bathroom. Thankfully, there's a nightlight in there...

I pull out the silky material and feel warmth rushing to my groin.

Fuck, I've always wanted to seduce a guy in this.

Now's my chance.

I slip my toes inside and sigh as my feet are engulfed in silky deliciousness. I pull the material up my legs, my thighs... I wiggle my ass and pull it up and over. I pause to collect my breath. God, I so want to rub myself, but I decline, wanting instead to save myself for him.

I pull the material up and feel my pussy get wet as my stomach is covered in silk. I slide my hands into the silky sleeves and can't contain a soft moan. Then I wiggle and wriggle until I'm all in. All encased in a silky bodysuit.

I run my hands up my stomach, up my breasts. I pinch my nipples and coo.

Fuck, it would take me all of thirty seconds to work my clit into a powerful orgasm.

Let's go.

I leave the bathroom and remember to lock the connecting door. Then I run my hands up and down my body as I catwalk to my lover's bed.

How do I best do this? Do I slide under the covers and start blowing him? I can't see if he's wearing anything. And besides, if I do that, he won't get to see my present.

No.

I walk around to the other side of the bed and creep my way on all fours until I'm lying next to him.

I caress his sleepy face and gaze at him. I never in a million years would have gone for a guy like this in high school. I probably would've made fun of him--let's face it, I was a bit of a bitch. But now, I want nothing more than to take his virginity and rock his world and have him rock mine. I know he's going to suck. No one's good at sex their first time. But that's why he has me. To show him the way.

He stirs slightly. I pull his hair away from his face and keep caressing him. He stirs some more. Oh, he's so sleepy. I run my thumb over his lips....

He opens his mouth, allowing me to rub inside a little more. Wake up, baby. Wake up...

His lips close on my thumb. Then his eyes pop open.

"Hi there," I whisper. "Hope you don't mind that I let myself in."

Oh, he's wide awake now.

"Oh my god! I thought I was dreaming. Wait, am I dreaming?"

"Turn on the light and see."

He fumbles with the light on his bedside table while I chuckle slightly. They really don't make these things easy to operate--

"Hi," I purr as his little bedside table light turns on, casting us in a golden glow.

His face. God, I love his face when he looks at me with lust and wonder like that. I prop my head up on my hand. I place my other hand on my hip.

"What do you think?"

He sits up to get a better look. He's so eager, I can't help but laugh.

"This is my present to you. Do you like it?"

"Oh my god, you're a goddess and an angel." He slides up close to me. "I can't believe it." His eyes roam up and down my body. He doesn't know where to look; he's so excited. He settles on my tits. Okay then.

I stretch and roll over on my back. I slither my legs together, relishing the silky sensation and working my vulva between my thighs.

I reach up and grab his hand, his warm, trembling hand.

"Come here, baby. Worship your goddess."

"Oh my god," he whispers. He lowers himself so his torso is draped over me. He's shaking with desire.

I guide his hand to my breast. "There you go, baby. I know you've been dying to touch these. They're all yours."

He sighs as he slides his fingertips over my silk-covered breast. He can't believe he's doing this. Then I sigh as my nipple hardens, stretching the silky material and making me moan. And boy does he love that sound. He gasps when I moan. Oh, baby. I'm going to be moaning all night long for you, don't you worry about that.

"Pinch me," I whisper. "Gently."

He gives my nipple a gentle squeeze between his thumb and forefinger, and I moan again. This time I start writhing. My chest rises and falls. "Yeah, baby. Yeah, that's it. I'm all yours. All yours."

JONAS

Holy fucking shit. I can't believe this. Her tits! I'm holding and pinching and caressing her big, beautiful tits!

She reaches up and pulls my head down to her. She wants me to lick and kiss...

I pause to take in the sight of her tit up close. I run my finger over her nipple and around her areola. I've never seen anything so beautiful. And seeing it encased in sheer black nylon is making my cock hurt.

I lean in and let my lips drag over her nipple. I turn my head to the left, to the right, to the left, and she whimpers and moans and runs her fingers through my hair, her nails raking my scalp, her temperature rising as she writhes under me.

I send out my tongue and take a nice, long, savory lick.

"Uhhh..." she says, and precum spills out of my cock.

Please don't cum. Not now! For the love of god, not now!

She grips my head, wanting me to lick her again. Oh, licking her silky tit is so overwhelmingly hot, but not as hot as the sound it makes: a long, throaty purr followed by a growled "Yesss...."

I lose it.

Fuck.

I cum in my underwear.

I pause, horrified.

"What's wrong? What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," I say, my face burning with embarrassment.

She gasps. "Did you just cum, baby? Oh my god, that's so hot. I fucking love that. I fucking love it." She starts writhing again and getting even more worked up. "I love how much you love me, baby. You can't contain yourself; you want me so bad. Oh, that makes me so hot, you have no idea."

She pulls my face into her tit, her hands running wild through my hair.

Holy shit.

I would do anything for this woman.

Anything.

My tongue lashes out as if it has a mind of its own. Long, powerful licks. Then I start swirling it, around and around on her nipple, and that drives her even wilder.

She sends a hand down her stomach to her pussy...

Oh my god, her fucking wet pussy, glistening in the golden light through her crotchless bodystocking.

"You want my pussy, baby? You want my pussy?"

I nod and start to dive down there, but she grabs my head with both hands, her right hand getting her juice in my hair... She pulls me up...

"Say it. Say you want my pussy."

"Oh my god, I want your pussy."

"Goddess."

I gasp. Oh fuck. I'm shaking again.

I swallow. "I want your pussy, Goddess. I want to worship your beautiful, wet pussy. I want to run my fingers through it and my tongue and my face and my nose and my hair. I want to dive inside it and fill you and make you cum so fucking hard..."

STEPHANIE

Ohhhh my goddddd. My orgasm starts to build. He hasn't even touched me, and he's already going to make me cum just from his desire and his beautiful, lustful words. No one. No one has ever craved me like this. It's intoxicating. So Fucking Intoxicating.

I shove him down but hold his head.

"Easy, lover. Easy. I'm ready to burst."

I point at my clit, which is inflamed with lust.

"Lick. Right there. Easy. Just a light lick with the tip of yourrrrrr-ahhhHHAAAhhhhaaaa. Oh my goddddddd, that's it. One more...... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. One... one... one morrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeee. Yeeeoooowwwwwww!"

My nails dig into his scalp as my body shakes, my orgasm bursting through me. Wave after wave of warm love fills me, floods me, flows through me. I pull his head away. I can't take any more stim--stim--ahhhhhhhh... fuck.

Oh fuck.

Oh.

Ohhhhhhaha haha. I start to giggle. A shiver runs through me.

"Oh fuck me, baby. I haven't had an O that big in weeks."

I calm down, sigh, and brush his hair as he rests his cheek on my thigh.

"I hope I didn't hurt you. My nails are pretty sharp."

"Worth it."

He slides up and snuggles into me. "I can't believe you came from that."

"Believe it. I am a very easy cummer. Sometimes it's a problem. I've had orgasms on trains. The subway... I once rode a motorcycle and had to practically leap off the fucking thing after thirty seconds. Yeah, it's embarrassing."

"You and I have a lot in common, then."

I stroke his face, his beautiful young face.

"Come here."

I pull him up for a kiss. My favorite kind of kiss. The post-coital kiss of two lovers who know they have a full night ahead of them. Slow. Sensual. Brimming with love and lust and possibility.

"You still haven't gotten laid," I say.

"My underwear begs to differ."

I laugh.

"Yeah, I fucked the shit out of my Fruit of the Looms."

"Damn. I was hoping to be your first."

"Sorry, toots."

I start laughing so hard I have to cover my mouth. Right. My fucking husband is right next door.

I calm down.

"Well, I am more than happy to be your sloppy seconds."

"We'll see how it goes."

"Uh-huh. Okay, Mr. Cocky. Well, just for that comment, I'm sending you down to my feet."

He gasps.

Oh my. He wants to worship my feet almost as much as I want him to.

"Show your goddess how much you love her."

He eagerly slides down my body, planting kisses along the way. Then he lies across the bed and takes a second to gaze at my feet. He loves them, I can tell. More than my tits, I think, and good lord does he love those.

He takes a hand and strokes the top of my right foot, causing me to open my mouth in anticipation of what's to come.

Keller used to give me some foot love, but he always saw it as an appetizer. Then he saw it as just something he needed to do to get me going, even though I would ask him to take his time. But it's been years since he gave me the attention I crave down there. Frankly, I can't remember the last time he even touched my feet, let alone worshipped them.

But this boy? Oh, the way he gazes at them and touches them, letting his fingers trace along every inch, tickling me just enough, but knowing when to ease up... Ohhh, he gets it. He gets it the way Ms. K. got it.

Now he brings two hands to bear, and tiny tingles sparkle throughout my whole body. I feel like I'm floating in liminal ecstasy. It's almost better than an orgasm. No. Not almost. It is better. It's way better--especially the way he does it. Orgasms end. But this? He could do this for hours, and I'd never get tired of it. I so want him to kiss them and suck my toes because I know he wants that, but honestly, if he promised to do this to me for an hour every night, I would leave my husband in a second. Oh my god. Leaving my husband. Leaving my husband. The thought thrills me...

"Keep doing that, baby, you're driving me wild."

Oh, this poor kid. I shouldn't be so greedy. I forgot. He needs to get laid. Okay, yeah, focus, Steph. Give this kid a good fucking. Tomorrow he can spend the day worshipping my feet.

But I'm not stopping him.

I should.

But I'm not.

He doesn't want me to.

Goddamn. He loves pleasuring me. So much. Look at him. He loves it. Oh my god, I am so going to leave my husband for this kid. I'm going to leave him.

I shudder with pleasure.

It's so clear what I have to do.

I know it's ridiculous.

He's a high school senior. He's twelve years younger than me. He's going off to college somewhere.

But I would follow him to the end of the earth if he would keep doing this.

I arch my back and grab my tits. I pinch my nipples and squeeze my thighs together....

Fuuucccckkk.

A deep orgasm destroys me. I have to muffle my sounds with a pillow.

Oh my god, I think I love this kid...

I finish and call him, "Come here comeherecomeherecomeherecomehere..."

I pull him up to me, and he lies on top.

"Inside me, baby. I need you inside me. I need you, I need you..."

I reach down. He still has his boxers on. I pull them down and wrap my nylon legs around him, pulling him into me.

He glides in with a gasp.

I never fucked a virgin before. And oh wow, the look of wonder on his young face. You're in, baby. You did it. You're inside me. Inside your first pussy. Enjoy it. You've given me so much pleasure. Go to town, baby.

"Fuck me."

He pulls back with a gasp. I can see the pleasure sweeping across his face. He eases forward. He can't believe how good this feels. Yes! Yes! Yes! Your goddess loves you, baby. Now fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

JONAS

Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod. I'm in! I'm fucking the most beautiful woman in the world! She's loving it! Oh my god, it feels so fucking goooooood. My cock is wrapped up in beautiful warm wetness where it's so soft and squishy and welcoming. It's like I'm coming home.

I try to last as long as I can but how can I it feels too good and she's so beautiful and perfect and amazing and happy and her legs are pulling me in she wants me she wants me she wants me...

"I'm gonna cum."

That's what you do, right? You tell her so you can pull out. I don't want to pull out, but I don't want to cum inside her.

"Yes! Yes! That's it, baby. Cum inside me. Cum inside me. Fill me, baby. Fill me. Fillmefillmefillmeeeeee...."

Just in case I don't get the message, her hands grab my ass and pull me in. She's pulling and pushing and pulling, and my body takes over. It finds a new gear somehow, propelling my cock inside her hot, wet, wanton pussy...

I grunt as my cock releases my seed inside her. I pump again, and more jizz shoots out and in. And more. And more as my final payload is delivered. And she loves it. Fuck me. She's yessing and yessing and yessing, and she shudders, and her nails dig into my ass as she cums, struggling to contain her squeal.

Her squeal!

The ultimate of ultimate sounds!

Fuck, I'll do anything in the world to hear that sound again.

We finish and lie there catching our breath. She begs me not to move, but then a spasm hits me, and she giggles and squeals and begs me some more. Don't move, don't move, don't move.

Finally, it's safe to move, but why would I? I'm inside my goddess. My beautiful, redheaded goddess of love. She of the bountiful breasts and perfect feet and heavenly sounds. She makes me feel so loved and desired. Me! This amazing goddess desires me! I wanna cry, but I settle for stroking her face and gazing at her and brushing her hair and feeling myself grow once again, my cock filling her, creeping its way deeper, deeper, deeper...

STEPHANIE

Ohhh, eighteen-year-olds. Gotta love 'em. Able to rebound in seconds.

I'm ready, too, lover. But as he starts thrusting in me, I decide to change things up. We did missionary, which is fun and all, and it certainly got me going. But if you wanna see your goddess lose her ever-loving mind...

I roll us over. He pops out of me, causing me to gasp, but that's okay.

I giggle with excitement.

I grab his hands and pin them to the bed.

Oh, he likes that.

Of course, he likes everything I do. But this? A little dom action... Yeah, he likes it very much.

I glide my opening along the top of his cock. Ohhh-hhh-hhh... Yeah. Yeah, baby. I know. It feels soooo good, doesn't it?

I love riding cock like this. Fucking without fucking. I can have the deepest orgasms from this, especially if I... yeah, if I angle myself correctly and his head can... uhhhhh... his head, his head, his head...

I speed up my tempo with tiny movements, getting his head to brush my clit...

A deep, throaty grunt escapes me.

Fuck, I need to be careful, or I'll wake my husband.

I collapse on my young lover.

I need a second. Just a second. Just a second.

Oh, his hands run up and down my back. Gentle, hungry hands. He caresses my ass. And squeezes. And kneads. Oh yeah. Nothing like an ass massage.

"Sorry," I say. "That one came outta nowhere."

"You never have to apologize for having an orgasm, believe me."

I prop myself up on my elbows and gaze down at my young lover. We have all week. All week. Not sure how we can keep up this ruse of him being sick without my husband wanting to send him to the ER, but where there's a will, there's a dripping wet pussy eager to find a way.

I kiss him. His hands find my head, and he runs his fingers through my hair as he kisses me back. Our lips linger. Our tongues dance. Our rhythms pulse.

I swallow his cock inside me, and he gasps, disbelief once again washing over his beautiful face.

My pussy rises and falls and rises and falls, my walls trying their best to milk him for all he's got. Fuck, he's so hard. So hard. Soooo hard....

JONAS

Goddess rises.

She pushes her way up until she's sitting on my cock. Oh, I'm in so deep. She slides back and forth a few times. Then she reaches down and guides my hands to her beautiful breasts. She holds them there as she rocks back and forth. And squeezes my fingers, wanting me to squeeze her tits.

Fuck, yes. My fingers sink deep into her milky, nylon-covered tits. Her hard nipples poke into my palms. Her flesh surrounds my fingers. And her moans. Her heavenly moans as she bucks back and forth on my cock. I thought chicks liked to bounce up and down in this position, but she's getting off on just banging back and forth, making my cock reverberate inside her. And I love this especially because as good as it feels it's not going to make me cum. Not like penetration does. I could do this all day. Fondle her tits and let her get off rocking back and forth on my cock.

She's building up speed and intensity. Her hands leave mine and find purchase on my stomach.

I keep squeezing her tits as she grinds and grinds and grinds, and I love this so fucking much. I'm nowhere near cumming. I can keep going all night, goddess... except oh no I can't. Her orgasm. It's too much for her, so it's too much for me. It rumbles up from deep within. Her nails claw at me as she goes ballistic. The same autopilot that took over my body now takes over hers. She's lost control.

And her squeal!

Oh my fucking god.

She's squealing and squealing and squealing.

I burst inside her with a primal grunt, and that sends her to higher squeals of pleasure....

Her head bounces back and forth, her hair flying every which way. And she pulls off me, gasping, gasping, gasping for air.

I sit up and wrap my arms around her. I tackle her to the bed and lie on top. And I kiss her face and her neck and her tits. I've got you, goddess. I've got you. I've got you.

And she's crying.

"Are you okay?"

She nods and holds me close, her hands sliding up and down my back. She's apologizing, but there's no need. She hugs me and squeezes me and tells me she's sorry. It happens sometimes when she cums too hard. But these are tears of joy.

"Oh, baby," she says when she finally calms down. "Oh, my god, you're such a wonderful lover."

She rolls us over and snuggles into me. She props herself up and caresses my face. Kiss after kiss. Then a long one. A long, slow, sensual kiss. The final one of the night. I pull my head off the mattress when she breaks off. Please don't go. Please. Please don't go.

Her fingers trace my lips.

She smiles.

She bites her lip.

"Tomorrow, baby. We've got all day tomorrow."

She slides out of bed, slips out of her body stocking, throws on her everyday PJs, and leaves me.

Oh, fuck.

I'm in love.

In love with a goddess.

And I think she loves me back.