Summer Crush Ch. 03

Summer Crush, Chapter 3

by Velvet Verse

A few days later, at school, Tim was still trying to make sense of his encounter with Mei. Her womanly body, so small, yet so strong, haunted his dreams and waking life. He was not paying attention to his surroundings, walking like a zombie between classes. He turned the corner... and nearly collided with Jess. They've been avoiding each other since the closet. Jess was always surrounded by friends and Tim was not brave enough to approach first.

Here, Jess was standing in the hallway, without her usual entourage. First thing Tim noticed were those thighs, their girth barely covered by a frilly skirt. He slowly looked up, seeing her wide hips, strong arms and that giant bosom that he should have really noticed first. A sign of how distracted he was.

"Hey," Jess spoke first in a soft voice. "I'm sorry I freaked out at you like that. I've thought about that night for a while, and... I just... I overreacted."

Tim blinked, caught off guard by her apology. "Uhh," he held that noise for a while, letting his mind mode switch from Mei to Jess. "It's OK, water and bridges." water under the bridge, you goof!

Jess sighed, running a hand through her hair. "No, it's not. I've always had issues with my size. Worried people think I'm fat." Jess ran her hand along her wide hip, down a thick thigh that Tim would describe as strong, overwhelming, hot, anything but fat. "I workout out all the time," Jess continued, "but I still don't feel comfortable enough with my... size." Jess waved her hands in front of her huge chest.

Tim tried hard not to stare. He failed, but he tried. "I get it. I mean..." Tim stalled for time to get his brain to catch up. "I'm like the opposite. I'm too skinny. Too weak for a guy. It sucks."

They looked at each other with new understanding for a moment. Jess broke the silence first. "You know I never thought of that. And thanks for listening and not just arguing with me." She placed her warm hand on Tim's arm. The genuine act stirred warmth and comfort in his body. "And you... your eyes and your height are enough. You know you're cute, right?"

Tim's heart skipped a beat. Did she just call me cute? "Thanks", he mumbled, his cheeks burning. Privately, Tim's brain did a little fist pump.

"So..." Jess continued, "I wanted to find you to appoligise... and ask if your ok. Rumor has it you went to a doctor for ah... guy stuff. That wasn't from us right?"

Tim felt really awkward talking about that. Especially to Jess. He's given up on Dr Rosenberg's cure pretty much immediately. But Jess was right there, looking at him with her warm blue eyes. He hesitated, but then took a deep breath. "First, those rumors are totally false." Tim gave her a pointed look and Jess understood, nodding back knowingly. Hope her popularity is enough to nip those in the bud. "Second," he said in a quiet voice, even though there wasn't anyone around, "Everything isn't OK. Doctor said because of what happened, my body fixated on you. I can't... well, I can't do anything unless..." Tim couldn't finish the sentence and just handed Jess the crumpled prescription he still carried in his pocket.

Jess's eyes widened as she read it. For a moment, she looked stunned. Then thoughtful. Then a slow smile spread across her face. "I think this makes you mine now. That's kinda hot."

Tim blinked, taken aback. "What? No! I mean... the doctor said I need to be in charge. It says so right there." He pointed at the prescription helpfully.

Jess's smile turned into a smirk. "Sure, sure. But it's only fair if we take turns being in charge. As a lady, I'll go first."

Tim opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it.

"Good, glad you see it my way," Jess said in a playful tone. "Meet me at my house after school. Dress in comfy clothes. My parents will be out at six. Don't be late." She added sternly.

Without waiting for a response, Jess turned and walked away. Her hips swayed with intention, their motion a promise of what's to come. Tim stood there, his mind buzzing with a mix of fear and excitement.

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That evening found Tim outside Jess's house. She saw him on camera and opened the door before he could knock. She wore a sports bra and yoga shorts that clung to her curves in all the right ways. She smiled at him, clearly enjoying the situation.

Tim's heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. Whatever he planned to say, evaporated at the sight of her bright smile and beautiful eyes the color of a cloudless sky.

"Come on in," she said, stepping aside to let him pass. "Don't just stand there, I've got plans for you."

Tim swallowed audibly and walked inside, his nerves on edge. He almost jumped with the door clicked shut behind him.

"Here's the deal," Jess said seriously. Her eyes never lost their playful glint thought. "You're going to do exactly as I say. No arguing or hesitating allowed."

Tim nodded, his throat too dry to speak.

"Great," Jess's smile widened. "Follow me to the basement."

Tim wavered, imagining whips, chains, and other scary things that would be used on him in this popular girl's dungeon basement.

"What did I say about hesitating?" Jess turned back to him with a stern expression. "Come along Tim, let's get your junk fixed." She giggled, the sternness evaporating. "Or I'll have to punish you." She added with a wink.

"That's not how it works," Tim's face turned beet red. "I'm supposed to--" He stopped talking as her giggle evolved into full on laughter. "You know what, fine." He stomped after her. "Do your worst. Just remember that after this, it's my turn."

"Whatever you say sweetheart," Jess's honeyed voice carried from the basement.

Tim followed, stomping his anger down the stairs. This woman misunderstood him, hurt him, then mocked him for it. He wasn't paying enough attention to his environment, until he almost tripped over a barbell. The basement lighting was much dimmer then upstairs, and it took him a moment to adjust. The large room was a full powerlifter gym. Bench press, multiple squat racks, shelves full of dumbbells and plate trees with large, heavy weights lined the walls. Tim looked down, finally noticing the olympic lift platform he stood on. The large barbell in the center held an intimidating number of plates.

"Here," Jess said from his left. She took his wrist in her firm hand and led him to an inclined bench.

"Is all this your family's?" Tim asked, looking around as he let himself be led.

"I felt awkward at the gym, so daddy bought me this equipment," Jess said candidly. "And now that I have you in my world," she stopped him with his back to the bench. She pushed him back with an easy motion. Her powerful frame easily sent his skinny body falling backward onto the bench. "I want to try something with you," she said in a teasing voice, looking down at him like a cat at a little mouse.

"Woah!" Tim cried out as the hard bench caught his back. He slid down the incline until his butt hit the firm seat. "Wha-what do you have planned?" He asked with a dose of fear in his voice as he looked up at her confident, powerful form.

"Just this." Jess straddled him, her powerful thighs pinning his hips to the bench. She leaned forward, settling her weight onto him. She heard him gasp as full curves pressed against his body. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed hard against his chest. Her weight trapped him, the pressure making it harder to draw air.

"Jess," Tim managed in a strained voice, "It's hard to breathe--"

She leaned down, her lips almost touching his again. "You'll be fine," she whispered, her voice a hot breeze on his lips. She started grinding against him, her hips moving in slow waves.

Tim could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her body tight shorts. His shorts weren't doing much either, with her pressing into him so tightly. He gripped her hips instinctively, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His chest tightened every time she pressed down. Her body was a relentless weight, slowly crushing him into the unyielding bench. He tried to endure, but she ground down when he wanted to inhale, cutting off his air by not letting his diaphragm expand. "I can't breathe," he wheezed.

"No complaining," she swatted his chest with a playful hand. Her thick legs pushed off the ground as she pressed her chest harder into his. "You feel so good under me," she moaned, her playfulness gradually replaced by arousal. "I always wanted a man to hold me like this." She ground her hips into him, flexing her glutes to generate more force.

Tim's head swam from the combination of her heat and his lack of oxygen. Her sweet, girly scent coupled with the suffocating pressure of her body made it impossible to think. His body still responded to her, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

Jess's legs clamped down, holding him in place, not letting him move with her. "You're doing so well Tim," she moaned, lost in her arousal. "You can handle this," she murmured, "you can last for me." Her rhythm intensified, her hips rolling into him like crushing waves.

"I can't," Tim gasped in a voice barely above a whisper. "I can't handle this." His head was spinning, her giant hips sending waves of pleasure and pain through him.

"That's too bad," Jess whispered as she leaned down, her lips brushing his in a light, but passionate kiss. "Because you're mine now. And I'm not done with you yet." Her hands found his shorts and she ripped them away with a single, decisive motion. She then tore away her own clothing with quick and efficient movements. She never once broke the position she held him in. She leaned back over him, her hot against his, her curves pressing into him with renewed intensity.

"Jess," he choked out, his hands pushing uselessly at her hips. "I..." he gulped a hoarse breath, "I won't last like this."

"You won't have to last long," her low, throaty chuckle sent shivers down his spine. Jess wrapped her legs around the bench, using the muscles of her legs to forcibly push her body into his. Her arms followed, gripping the edges of the bench. She was so tight against him, her chest crushed his with every breath she took.

Tim's eyes widened with fear as he felt the air being squeezed from his lungs. "Please," he chocked, "I really can't breathe."

"You don't need to breathe," Jess whispered into his lips, "you just need to feel." She began to move again. Her thrusts were just as slow, but she now used her arms and legs to pull against the bench, pressing into him with increasing force. Her hot, wet folds enveloped his erection. She was stimulating him, exciting and crushing him at once.

"Please... breathe." Tim's body was running out of last remnants of oxygen, his vision darkening at the edges. "Please," he begged with the remains of his air. His body was shaking with little tremors, his back arching off the bench only to be squashed flat by her stronger frame.

"I can feel you're close," Jess purred above him. "I'll make sure you enjoy this." Her pumping became more powerful, the muscles on her legs and hips bulging with every thrust. Each movement crushed the air from his lungs, all the while driving him close to the edge.

Tim's body trembled, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his nails digging into her thick muscles. "Gh... gah..." He tried to beg, only managing to produce stifled gurgles. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading silently.

"Yes, cum for me," Jess exclaimed excitedly, her hips pistoning into him, her swollen cleft rubbing its wetness over his twitching erection. She shifted, letting him have a gasp of air.

"Jess!" Tim shouted after a startled inhale. His body arched violently beneath her as his release pulsed in intense waves of ecstasy. "Jess!" he shouted again, clinging to her as she rode his aftershocks. "Okay, I'm done, stop."

Jess didn't stop. She kept riding him, chasing her own release. Her powerful thighs tensed, her ankles locking under the bench, squeezing their bodies together as she crushed him further. She was relentless, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his stopped completely. Too exhausted to resist, Tim's body went limp beneath her as she kept thrusting.

"So close," Jess moaned. "Almost--almost--Aaah!" Her climax hit like a fierce beast, making her cry out. "Ahh--Ohhh--Aaahh!" She finally finished, relaxing over his slack frame. Her flushed face held a wonderful, ecstatic smile. She uncrossed her legs and sat up, looking down on his unconscious form. "That was so good!" She exclaimed, getting no reaction from him. His head lolled to the side, his eyes staring and unfocused.

"Oh you poor thing," Jess said in a breathy voice. She leaned down, pressing her lips firmly over his. She kissed him deeply, while blowing air into his lungs with a forceful exhale.

Tim gasped, his eyes focusing as his body filled with life. He came back to consciousness, his chest heaving, head disoriented.

"Welcome back," Jess giggled, standing to let him up. "That was perfect," she said in a dreamy voice. "But my parents are coming home soon, and you gotta go," she finished more seriously.