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(mf-teens, mast, oral, creampie) *** PART 1 "She's gone sweetie, time to go." And wasn't that the truth. My life, at only 15 was officially over. My girlfriend, the love of my life, had just gotten on a plane to move to Iowa. Who the hell moves to Iowa anyway? So the summer began, 15 with no girlfriend and a broken heart that I was positive would never heal. Mom was smart of enough to just let me be and be grumpy. When we got home she did what moms do... offered me a sandwich. Obviously in my pain it was no time to eat. So I grudgingly wolfed it down like only a 15 year old boy can. Mom just smiled at me and walked away. I think she knew then, like all parents, that I would be ok. I thought it would be forever before I was ok... little did I know. A week of hanging around the house making a nuisance of myself wasn't doing much to cure my heartbreak. Finally, my mom booted me out of the house "Eric, what are all your friends doing while your moping around?" "Moping around! Do you have any idea what I have been through?" I asked. "It's time to move forward and stop acting like a child. What were Shelly's parents supposed to do? Leave her here?" Mom inquired. "I don't know, why does everything in my life have to suck?" "Jeez, good question, why don't you go ponder that while you swim in our pool or ride your dirt bike or play on your computer" she answered softly sarcastic. Ok, so I guess my life wasn't terrible. I sulked off to my room to continue my delve into the abyss of teenage depression. The computer it was. As I waited for the modem to chime and bong and hiss while the dial up connected I had to admit to myself that I was pretty bored just hanging around moping. AOL opened to the familiar "you have mail". I opened the first two messages to find notes from a couple friends asking where I had been, did I want to go to the movies Thursday etc. The third message was a surprise. A message from Shayna? As in Shelly's friend Shayna. "Hey Eric, I heard from Joey and Ryan you have been MIA. I assume you're feeling about as good Shelly leaving as me. Its gonna be a long summer. I know we have had our tiffs but if we are gonna be miserable for the same reason, about the same person, why not together? My mom is bringing me up to the lake house on Friday. I know you probably have no interest but if you wanted to go I would be ok with it. Or whatever is fine. Just let me know. Shayna." Am I in the twilight zone? Shayna? The same girl I have known since we were 6? The same girl that has been a nuisance to me since we were 11? The same girl that would hit and tease me at every chance? The same girl that would endlessly go out of her way to make me look like an idiot in front of Shelly and my friends? Why would I ever want to hang out with her? "Hi Shayna, Surprised by the invitation but count me in. I def could use some new scenery. I will tell my mom." I think mom was actually relieved that at least I was back to life and trying to do something other than mope. She agreed to let me go after getting assurances we wouldn't do anything dumb. Can you imagine the nerve? 15 year olds? Doing something dumb? Friday came slowly. When Shayna's mom pulled the BMW up to the front you could almost feel her wrinkling her nose. Shayna's family was what you might call "comfortable" or "well off". To me they were just the rich snotty people. As is typical in these kinds of families Shayna was not particularly close to her parents. Why this struck at that moment I have no idea. But looking out the kitchen window seeing Shayna sitting in the car it occurred to me that she basically had no one now. Living in a mansion with more money than god and where did Shayna spend her time? Shelly's parents apartment. Where did we all hang out? Shelly's or Joey's. No best friend and no real parents? Perhaps my plight wasn't entirely that bad. I got into the car with the typical warm greetings of Shayna's mother. "Make sure you kick the dirt off those sandals before you put them in my car." A knowing smirk crept onto Shayna's face as we started to drive away. What had I gotten myself into? At least I now knew where Shayna got her mocking tone from. Two hours of fairly awkward silence culminated in our arrival at the "camp". Camp? Really? Didn't they mean lake mansion? Shayna and I piled out and started to grab our bags. "Grab my red bag for me will you," Shayna almost demanded. "Sure," I answered. "What is your mom doing?" I inquired. "What do you mean?" "Is she gonna park or just sit in the car all day?" I asked sarcastically. In return I got a fairly typical look from Shayna. You know, the one that says "are you retarded" without her saying a word? As I stood at the trunk staggering under the weight of my backpack and Shayna's 5 pieces of luggage I heard her mother call out. "Remember what I said Shayna, any police or calls from the neighbors and I send your father up here," she said as she pulled away. So, there I stood, in the driveway underneath a pile of luggage not sure what to do next. I got help with that quickly. "Hey genius, bring the bags in the house will you!" Shayna called out as she walked toward the front door. Now this was an interesting development. "Are we gonna be alone here?" I asked. "Of course! You think I want my mom around when I am supposed to be on vacation?" she shot back. "I dunno," I answered meekly. "Just don't get any idea's perv." To this day I have no idea why that comment made me react. I did it, without thinking, on total instinct. "Perv? Are you fucking kidding me Shayna? Is this what your plan was? Make yourself feel better by bringing me up here so you could berate all week without any witnesses? I don't fucking think so. If you wanted to be a bitch we could have played that game at home. You're not the only person upset about Shelly you know. Where do you get your balls anyway? I am done with your shit. Would you like to call your mother back here or should I call mine?" In response I got a mix of stunned silence and some tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry Eric. I don't know why I act like this with you. It just comes out of me. Please don't leave." "Fine, but I refuse to put up with your shit," I answered harshly. Before I knew it she was crying into my chest. Me standing there with my arms awkwardly trying to soothe my arch-nemesis. After she calmed down it was time to check out the house. I walked thru the living room out onto a massive deck overlooking the lake. It was still early in the day and a swim seemed in order. "I think I am gonna go jump in the lake." I said absently. "If I told you to do that you'd be yelling at me again." Shayna said from behind me. I turned to see her smiling nervously. As if she was anxiously awaiting my reaction to her little joke. I had never seen her appear so unsure of herself, so vulnerable. I felt ashamed of myself. Both for yelling at her and making her feel that way and for the way her vulnerability was making me feel. Was I getting a boner? "Cute," I said as I walked by her. "I am going to change." "Ok, wait for me though," she answered. Standing on the deck looking at the lake waiting all I could think to myself was this is probably exactly what I needed. My reverie was interrupted with a clearing of Shayna's throat. "You ok Eric? You look like your off in space." I heard as I turned to her. My reply was a croaking noise as the breathe caught in my throat. Is that really Shayna? She had always just been part of the scenery to me. We had literally known each other almost all of our lives. She had always seemed sort of... frumpy? chunky? Not fat, just not thin. What I was seeing now was a thick, more athletic than anything, body. Shapely and deeply tanned legs flaring extremely well into hips and a flat, but clearly soft stomach. They went along nicely with a set of small C boobs framed by two blonde braids coming over her shoulders. Think of Hayden Panatiere for a body reference. If any creature has ever looked better in a bright yellow bikini I had never seen it and haven't since. I was literally dumbstruck. "Who would of thought right?" She asked both shy and sure of herself. All I could do was nod as she walked by me toward the lake. The next day I slept in, waking at 10. I walked down to the kitchen looking for Shayna. She wasn't there but the slider to the deck was open. I looked out the kitchen window and there she was. Yellow bikini shining in the sun, beautiful ass right in my line of vision sunbathing. The morning wood that had just subsided was back with a vengeance. I needed a better look. Taking my orange juice I went out to the deck and sat down. Without moving I got my greeting. "Morning!" She said. "Sleep well?" "Yeah, pretty good." "I figured we could just lounge around today, maybe use the ski-doo." "There's a ski-doo!" I replied enthusiastically? "Hehe, thought I might get your attention your with that," she giggled "You had it before then," did I say that out loud? I must have, her eyebrows arching but getting no reply "Well, its prime sun time so in a little while we can go. In the meantime feel free to eat whatever you can find in the kitchen." "Ok thanks," I said standing to go to the kitchen "Before you go?" she asked holding out a bottle suntan oil. Oh great! Here I am, still nursing a hard-on in nothing more than boxers and I am supposed to rub oil on her? I have to admit at this point. I am the absolutely definition of an ass man. Legs and ass do it for me all day long. I don't want them super skinny either. So here is Shayna, already deeply tanned, bubble butt poking to the sky wearing a yellow bikini that isn't doing much to cover her ass and I supposed to get within 10 feet of her with the task of covering her in oil? This might get uncomfortable. "Sure," I croaked. "Just make sure you get it evenly, and work it into my shoulders a little," she said. I moved to her and took the oil from her. Starting at her ankles I started rubbing oil into her calves. From where I was kneeling I could see right up her legs to where her bottoms curved down toward her pussy. I have never been so nervous or horny in my life. Now, I was no virgin (and I knew from Shelly that Shayna wasn't either) but I hadn't felt these nerves since the first time. As I moved up her legs toward the back of her thighs I swear I could sense her breathing change. I was doing everything in my power to control mine. If she looked back at this point, I was gonna have one hell of a boner to explain. As I applied pressure to her thighs rubbing the oil in I noticed that her bottoms would move too. With the right pressure they become taut and then loose. I was getting glimpses of more and more of her bare ass. Just then she shifted her legs. Caught by surprise and thinking I was caught looking I pulled back as if I had been burned. "You ok!?" I asked nervously. "Yeah fine, just seemed like you were struggling to get both legs leaning over me like that, why don't you just kind of straddle my legs," she answered. Who was I to argue? I straddled her calves and started really working on her legs. It started to dawn on me that this was turning more into a massage than putting on oil but there was something about her attitude that told me it was ok. As I finished with thighs it seemed obvious to me that I should avoid her ass. Moving up to straddle her thighs I started on her lower back. "I think you missed a spot," she said softly. "Did I? I wasn't sure what to do," I replied honestly "It's ok, just watch the funny business perv!" she replied playfully, clearly a subtle reference to our fight from yesterday. Chucking nervously I moved back down a bit and started on her ass. About half of each cheek was exposed and I worked those zones with relish. "Don't get the oil on my bottoms," Shayna said all of the sudden. "Ahhh ok." I replied sitting up not sure of the next move. "Here," she said moving her hands to her sides "just keep it calm back there perv" as she pulled the strings on her hips releasing the bottoms. I moved the ass panel down between her legs and there it was. The most perfect bare ass I had ever seen. My boner was almost our control. I could feel it pulsing. God please don't let her feel it. I started working on her cheeks. As I worked them I realized I could spread her cheeks just right and get a look at her anus and her pussy. How did I get here with Shayna? This is insane. I must have been too enthusiastic or something. "Time to move on perv," she said, again using the word that so angered me yesterday. "Yup, sorry." I said sliding up and going to work on her back. Moving up her sides and back I was vigorously working the oil in when I became aware that I was rubbing the side of her boobs. I definitely sensed a change in breathing. So engrossed in her response to the rubbing I didn't realize my cock had slipped out of my boxers. As I leaned forward to work her shoulders I felt the most erotic and horrifying thing of my young life. My boner sliding up her oil covered ass. I froze as I felt her body tense. Not sure what to say I said nothing. After what felt like hours but was probably 3 seconds she broke the silence. "Don't stop, my shoulders need it too." I started to raise my hips to finish her shoulders when she tightened her ass cheeks. "Gguhhhhh," the small gasp erupted from my lungs. "Just work on my shoulders perv." I grabbed the oil and started to rub her shoulders. I would like to say that I carefully made sure to cover her shoulders and work on them diligently. The reality is that my cock was sliding back and forth in the crack of her ass. Every time I moved my hands up to her shoulders by cock would slide up her oil covered bubble butt. Every time I brought them back it would slide down between the cheeks. I was now rubbing her shoulders in a consistent rhythm, my cock sliding back and forth. I heard the most gratifying noise of my life listening to Shayna coo softly "mmm, that's nice.". Back and forth, up and down between those oiled globes of flesh and I could feel a tightening of my balls. I started to again pull up and again Shayna clenched her ass. "Shayna, please..." I begged her to release me. "It's ok, just keep doing what you're doing, it feels great," she whispered. Was she talking about her shoulders or my cock in her ass crack? Forward I went. My 15 year old hormones take over I abandoned any pretense of a shoulder massage. I leaned forward resting my chest on her back, face in the nape of neck. I was totally gone at this point. Reaching around her sides I was groping her tits. He breathing becoming ragged as I rolled her nipples. My breathing almost out of control as I ground my cock back and forth in her ass cheeks. There was no stopping now. My balls contracted, my back arched, I thrust forward, my cock head appearing out the top of her ass for the final time as I grunted and the first jets of my cum shot out and onto her back. Pulling back down, trying to prolong this feeling, I could feel her contracting her ass milking every last drop of cum out of me. Looking down I was faced with the sight of my life. My cock buried between to oil and cum covered ass cheeks. "Why don't you go get a bathing suit on and meet by the lake Eric," she said as my cock finished pulsating. "Ok," I mustered. "I knew you were a perv" I heard her say as I looked back at her. Up on her elbows now, looking back at me, bikini bottoms all askew, ass still covered in oil and cum... Its gonna be a long, great week... To be continued? lunkjonson@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71