Tori, page 4
“I. . . cant be in love with a guy who has another girl friend. I wanted to be your girl friend, I said pulling myself together a little bit. “What do you want me to do,” he asked, “Do you want me to break up with her. To be exclusive with you?” I looked at him stunned surprised he really thought he needed to ask that, “Yes. . .I . . . would think that’s what the words I love you would mean to you, being exclusive.”
He stood there for what seemed like a whole minute starring at me still holding the stupid bikini before he replied, “Okay. . . Okay, I’m willing to do that but. . . I need you to understand some things if you are going to be my girl friend. I am a jock, a star jock, this is going to be my senior year and a very important year for me. I have to earn a college scholarship and I have to maintain an image. And Tori, I can have any girl in school I want. . . . If you really want to be my girl friend you have to understand what that really means. You have to be willing to do anything for me. Anything I ask. Ever, no matter what. I can respect that you’re not ready yet for sex but that will have to change soon, okay?”
I stood there looking at him thinking about what he said still feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Before I could respond he continued, “I really have fallen in love with you and I’ve enjoyed every minutes we’ve spent together but if you expect me to break up with my girl friend, a varsity cheer leader and to be exclusive with you, you have to understand what your asking me to sacrifice. I expect you to be willing to do anything I want, without exception or hesitation.” I have to admit I had not thought about who he really was, how important his image was to him in the school. I mean this guy was expecting to get like a football scholarship to a big university. Like he said he probably could have almost any girl in the school he wanted. I was just going to be a freshman and he was a senior. “Are you sure this is really what you want, cause I will call Sara right now and break up with her. We can become exclusive, if that is really truly what you want. BUT you also have to accept the consequences and responsibilities of that desire.”
This time he left the conversation quiet and let me think. We just stood there a few minutes looking at each other and then to the ground. “Is that what you want,” he asked one more time? I nodded. With that he took my hand walked us into the house, up the stairs and to his room. He picked up the phone pulling me close to him. “Sara, hey, this is me,” he said into the phone as she answered and I could hear her voice. “I’m breaking up with you. There is someone else and I need a fresh start for my senior year.” I heard her stammer, and I have to admit it made me sick to my stomach to think how she must be feeling at the moment and I was the cause. “Okay,” I heard her respond her voice cracking as she said it and I heard her sniffle. “Sorry babe but I’m sure you’ll find someone else,” he finished, “Bye.” And with that he hung up the phone. He looked at me and lifted the bikini to me. I took it, said nothing undressed and put it on. No sooner then I had it on and he practically tackled me flopping us down onto his bed. He laid on top of me and kissed me hard. We laid there a while making out, my head spinning from all this.
We were there making out for a while when he pushed his hand into the top of the bikini bottoms. His fingers worked down to my private the place where no one was supposed to touch. Well except the guy you love, right? His fingers worked lower and lover onto my sex, feeling and rubbing over my tender sex. I was so scared I wanted to stop him but he just broke up with a junior for me, scratch that a girl who was going to become a senior and a varsity cheerleader. So I stayed quiet and let him feel me up. I had a moment of mistaken relief when he pulled his hand out, but he only did this long enough to untie the bikini bottom and then he put his hand right back there. He didn’t pull them away but it didn’t take long after he pushed his hand back there again before it was pulling from my body. “I love that you don’t have hair here, keep it like that, okay,” he asked of me. Then he worked his fingers over my sex over and over and it felt pretty good except for like everything with Scott he’s so aggressive. I did get wet and as soon as I felt the shame of his finger finding my wetness he started to work to push it inside me.
He kept rubbing and fingering me to where I was getting sore, but I couldn’t tell him this, I couldn’t stop him he’d get mad at me, and I thought about it and then began to understand it that women fake orgasm. I’m not sure how much of my movement and noises were from the feelings or from my efforts to make him think I was going to cum, but after a while when I was getting to where I didn’t think I could take it anymore I made high pitched noises more and more and more, until I arched and jerked and pretended to cum. My clit was truly feeling swollen and sore and I had to make it stop so I rolled away from him on my side quickly and pulled my legs to my chest. He cuddled to me and held me gently. “Good girl. Now doesn’t that feel awesome,” he said proud he’d brought me to climax, or so he thought. But I didn’t care, he had broken up with Sara and WE were boy friend girl friend, Exclusive.
“I’m hungry how bout you,” he asked sitting up on the bed. I was too and nodded. Like he seemed to do so often, he surprised me, picking up the skirt I had worn to his house. “Put this on, but no panties,” he instructed. I did what he asked and downstairs we went. His mom was in the kitchen and offered us lunch the minute we walked in. We chit chatted small talk with her and were standing side by side at the counter, when she was busy preparing the food he would reach under the skirt and rub my bare butt. I started to move away but he reached up and grabbed my waist hard and pulled me back hard up against him. Then his hand went back to my bare butt again. I was relieved as she finished preparing lunch and we went to the table to eat.
Right after lunch the door bell rang and he went to answer the door. It turned out to be Mike Scott’s best friend. Mike lived a couple blocks away so I knew him but not well. He was in the same grade as Scott. “Mike do you remember Tori,” he asked his best friend. Mike looked at me very unsure taking a while. “Isn’t your sister. . . Sherri,” he asked looking at me. I nodded. “I broke up with Sara today and Tori is my new bitch,” he told his best friend. I wasn’t sure what to think about that word but hey, these are guys. We headed out to the back yard and they got a football. They were throwing it back and forth and tossed it to me once in a while which I struggled to catch. It felt so weird being outside in a skirt and no panties, and worse running around for a football. After throwing the football around for quite a while we headed to the garage. I got nervous when I saw Scott close the garage door. He then walked over to a refrigerator I had not noticed before opening it. The fridge was full of beer. He pulled 3 of them out twisting off the top of one, handing it to Mike, a second to me doing the same and one for himself. He looked me in the face waiving two fingers and said, “Two drinks, okay?” Mike looked at him odd but Scott just smiled and said, “Watch.” I lifted the beer to my mouth and started to drink gulping beer down swallowing over and over. I swallowed 5 gulps before finally tilting the bottle back upright seeing I had drank just a little less then half the bottle. Scott tilted his beer and downed just a little more then half. “Okay finish,” he instructed me and reached gently lifting my beer up to my mouth. I did as I was told and gulped it down again. I tried to really focus and I was able to finish only leaving a little foam in the bottle. Mike giggled a little watching me finish off my beer. Then Scott surprised me as always reaching and taking the empty bottle from me but then handing me his beer and said one word, “finish.” I wanted to argue and protest but remembered our conversation that morning. I also felt embarrassed that he just commanded me to do something and there in front of Mike I did so. As I was considering what to do he gently took hold of the beer bringing it up to my mouth and I tilted it and downed the rest of his beer. They both snickered then Mike took his turn swigging his beer. He only managed to drink a good bit less then half. Then Scott reached over took his beer turned to me, holding it out to me and said, “Finish it off, okay.” He was looking at me sternly. I struggled to but did as I was told and drank down the remainder of Mike’s beer. Scott then went to the fridge and got out 3 more beers. Again he opened one handing it to Mike, set his down and opened the third. As he offered it to me he looked me in the eyes and said, “I want you to try to drink the whole beer at once okay?” I looked at him unsure but before I could protest he added, “Just try okay.” I nodded and took the beer and took a breath collecting myself. I tilted it up and started drinking downing a little less then ¾ before I couldn’t drink any more and turned the bottle upright. “Goooooood,” he complimented, “now finish it.” I did as I was told wiping my mouth with my hand after. He then opened his beer and drank down less then a quarter of it. Again Scott was able to surprise me when he placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me one of his one word commands, “Kneel.” I looked at him surprised and then looked at Mike to which he replied, “Its okay. . . Kneel.” I did as my boy friend asked and slowly lowered to my knees. Mike looked surprised but just smiled. Then Scott again held out his beer to me with a one word command, “Finish.” I looked at him perplexed not wanting to drink all that much but I felt his hand go to the bottle and push it to my lips. Up the bottled tipped and I started gulping it down. It was so much and I was struggling but his voice softly again said the command, “finish.” I didn’t have much choice as he held the bottle up and I gulped it down, unhappily. I hadn’t noticed that Mike was sipping his beer. He had managed to drink just a few sips and I followed Scott’s eyes to Mike’s beer. Scott then bent far over and kissed me deeply. As he did he stroked my hair softly. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I love you.” He then reached for the beer and Mike placed it in his hand. Scott then held it out to me with a one word command again, “Finish.” I looked at him frustrated, and starting to feel very full of beer, but he just looked back at me with a gentle smile and then again softly said the command, “Finish.” I took the beer, tipped it up and began to gulp down just a little less then a full bottle of beer. A little eeked out from the edge of my mouth but to the most part I drank the rest of the beer. At that point I was feeling very bloated, I had drank close to five beers in less then about 15 minutes. I was also feeling a bit of the buzz from the beer.
Then I was stunned again as suddenly Scott quickly opened his pants pulling his cock out, he was right in my face in moments and again said one word, “Open.” Now I was embarrassed that he had asked me to kneel in front of Mike and then had commanded me to drink beer after beer but to do something sexual in front of someone else. I just think this was a lot to ask. But as I was considering it, he started to smack his cock in my face. It hit my mouth, my nose and then he hit one cheek and the other with it and those were pretty hard. “Open,” he commanded again. I wasn’t really sure what to do but also didn’t know how to get outta this situation so I did the only sure thing I knew to do, I opened my mouth for my boy friends cock. Within seconds his cock was moving like a piston in my mouth again. Over and over with Scott’s strong hands on the back of my head helping him work it down my throat again. For he first time I was aware of the sounds I made as it seemed to echo in the garage and I was aware that Mike was hearing those noises.
Scott held my head hard like always and was fucking my face hard and fast all while Mike watched. I felt so ashamed. In and out in, and out it went. Fortunately I didn’t take him long and as always just before he came he said one word, “Swallow.” After having done so all the other times, and after having gulped down the beers he hardly needed to remind me, it seemed the most natural thing to do. So as he shot his load I gulped it down my throat. I was so ashamed to have done that in front of Mike and my face must have turned red because it felt warm and maybe it was the beer too. As usual Scott held me there for a while after he came before finally letting me go. After zipping up putting away his cock he walked back to the fridge and brought out another beer.
He squatted down in front of me and after opening the bottle he pushed it to me and said a one word command, “Finish.” I looked at him frustrated and tired for a few minutes but then took the beer tilting it up and started gulping it down. I don’t know how I did it but this time I finally managed to chug a whole bottle of beer. Then he began a long diatribe, “Baby, other then you and my mom Mike is the most important person in my life. I have known him since we were both toddlers and we’ve been best friends ever since. He’s been there with me through my worse times and I’ve been there for him. There isn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t do for him.” He paused a moment to let it sink in then continued, “You know I love you very much and I broke up with Sara for you and you and I are now exclusive to each other. But you are the absolute best head I have ever had and I can’t deny the third most important person in my life that experience. If you really truly love me then I want you to stay right here open your mouth and wait for Mike to share his cock with you. If you really love me you’ll do it happily.” With that he got up, walked over to Mike tapped him on the arm. Mike looked at him unsure then looked at me. “Go on Mike, she loves cum and she’s the best in the world,” Scott said to his friend. I couldn’t believe what he had just asked me and I thought about getting up and running away, I also felt really dizzy and silly and next thing I know Mike was in front of me working to take out his cock. I didn’t notice till I felt him touch me that Scott had moved in behind me and put his hands on the back of my head and said a one word command again, “Open.” I felt dirty and ashamed looking at my boy friend’s best friend’s cock and I’m not sure what inside me made me do it, but I weakly complied and opened my mouth for Mike’s cock. Mike didn’t hesitate anymore and within seconds was pushing it deep into my mouth. And I felt Scott behind me pushing me more forward onto the cock. Suddenly I felt the cock at my throat and then felt it push into my throat. I hardly realized how much easier that was getting to be to do. Within a matter of several seconds, Mikes cock was stroking in and out of my mouth and throat over and over. As it continued Scott held my head and then found a way to surprise me again. His other hand went down to my butt, working its way under my skirt. He rubbed softly all over my butt and then worked his finger into the crack. He worked lower and lower while Mike continued to fuck my face until his fingers past my tiny butt hole. Suddenly I felt his fingers find my sex and I felt more dirty and ashamed then ever. His finger rubbed over my lower lips several times and then worked to push between them. As Mike worked to move his hips in a rhythm Scott began to plunge his finger inside me. I was ashamed to be very wet and knew he realized it and took advantage of it working the finger inside me more. “Swallow,” I heard Scott say several strokes before his best friend started to cum. I guess he wasn’t sure when it would happen. Soon I was swallowing down my throat my boyfriend’s best friend’s cum while my boy friend fingered me. Mike came quite a bit and I was a little surprised at this but managed to get it all down. I was glad that the minute he was done, he quickly withdrew and went and leaned on the car. “Fuckkkkkkkkkk Scott, she’s awesome,” Mike said to Scott. “Told you,” Scott replied surprising me a little making me wonder when they had discussed me.
I was relieved as Scott gout out from behind me and we all looked spent and tired. I wasn’t sure of what I thought of all this I just know I was buzzed from all the beer I had drank. Scott got us each another beer out of the fridge but I was relieved as I was about to protest he handed me mine without giving me a command to chug the beer. I did want something to rinse the taste of Mike’s cum from my mouth so I opened the beer and started sipping it. After I had drank half the beer Scott turned to me and said, “You’d better be getting home soon. Come by at 10 AM tomorrow and we’ll go to the mall.”
Wow what a day I had had. I thought my relationship was over and went to his house to tell him off and what does he do, he calls Sara and breaks up. Then we kiss and make out and he fingers me for the first time. Then we have fun with his best friend and a football before an afternoon I’m not sure I will ever forget. I learn to chug beer and then in front of my boyfriend’s best friend I give my boyfriend head. Then to finish the day my boyfriend asks me to give head to his best friend. And I do it. What does this make me. Am I a slut? I never thought I would question if I was that word. But oh my God I had just given oral sex to two boys one after the other. If I heard another girl did that I would call her that in a heartbeat. But am I? I walked the rest of the way home, not feeling very good about myself.
That evening I kept pondering who I was more. I mean, this guy, Scott, varsity quarter back. When school started he would be a senior and me just a freshman. Had he really done what it appeared he had did. I mean my sister knew his girlfriend was Sara. And I’m pretty sure that was her voice on the phone. Did he really break up with her for me. And what had I agreed to? To do anything he asked? And what did that mean? I had learned a couple things it meant. It meant changing clothes in front of him even getting completely naked. It meant giving him a blowjob. It meant being topless while giving him a blow job. And today, today I guess it even meant giving his best friend a blowjob. So what did this make me? He was right about a few things, he probably could get any girl in the school to be his girl friend. But would they do anything he wanted. He said Sara had been sleeping with him. Did she give him head? Did she give his best friend head? I didn’t know, I just knew I had. Was I really a slut? Was it worth being a slut to be his girlfriend. I made myself stop thinking about it so I could sleep.
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The next morning I woke up thinking I need to start finding a way to let mom know I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t even really sure if she would allow it, I know she didn’t let Sherri have one for a long time but there had to be a way for me. I decided to ask permission to go to the mall and I decided to try to get mom or Sherri to drive me rather then bringing up Scott taking me. At breakfast I brought it up and mom was hesitant at first mostly cause she felt it was last minute notice but as Sherri didn’t want to go mom agreed to drop me off. I hurried to go call Scott and let him know that I would meet him there. I was happy he didn’t question it.
