A Horse In The Dugout

Ethan took the drill downstairs to the garage, feeling a bit dazed. The image of his sister, naked, with the drill jammed between her legs, was burned into his mind. His erection strained against the front of his jeans and hurt like hell. He tried to force the image of Pam out of his mind, but his desire for her was far too strong. He wished she hadn't told him to go away like that. He desperately wanted to lay on top of her and put his dick inside her, in place of that stupid drill.

In the garage he found an old, greasy rag and wiped the handle of the drill. It still smelled like Pam's pussy and the musky odor made his head spin. He closed his eyes, savoring the smell, and his dick throbbed. The image of Pam with the fat drill in her tiny body was still vivid in his mind. He rubbed the hard lump in the front of his jeans and moaned softly.

In his mind, Ethan saw Pam, naked on her bed, just as he saw her a minute ago, with her legs spread and her breasts covered by that tight bra, except that she was looking up to his eyes, holding his dick instead of the drill, begging him to put it inside her. He was more than happy to do anything she asked. He saw himself laying on top of her, between those spread legs. Her hands touched his dick, guiding it to that place. She was so warm and so wet and so tight.

He heard a noise, but ignored it, rubbing his erection harder. The image in his mind was too interesting.

"Dude, why don't you just take it out?" someone said.

Ethan jerked his hands away from his jeans. Darien stood in the garage doorway, grinning. Ethan's face grew warm.

"It's easier to jerk off if you take it out of your jeans first, you know," Darien said.

"Yeah, I know."

Darien crossed his arms. "So? Are you gonna do it? I wanna watch."

"No way. What, are you crazy?" Ethan said.

Darien laughed. "Dude, you're something, you know that?"

"Yeah, shut up."

"Ok. Come on, we gotta pick up Maria."

"What for?" Ethan said.

"'Cause she needs a ride home, you dumbshit. Now come on."

They jumped in Darien's car and drove up to the gym. Ethan kept his hands folded over his lap, hiding the bulge. It didn't start to go down until they were almost to the gym. Darien parked in the student lot with a view of the lawn in front of the gym. The cheerleaders were still there, practicing their routines in their uniforms.

"Dude, look at all that pussy," Darien said. He leaned against the door with his arm out the window. "How's a guy like me supposed to keep his hands off all of that?"

He turned to Ethan and grinned. The girls jumped and spun and kicked their legs. Their skirts flew up, baring their legs and their underwear. Ethan's hands moved over his lap again. His dick stiffened.

"I tell ya, I gotta get me some of that, or I'm gonna go nuts," Darien said.

Ethan felt the same way, but didn't say it. He knew the incredible feel of being in a woman's body once, and he desperately wanted it again. He would never forget the warm, wet sensations of Mrs. Thorn's body around him. He sighed.

Maria was not difficult to spot in the group all dressed in the same uniform. She stood out like a woman among girls. She was a bit taller, with a more shapely figure, and her long, dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She moved like a cat, churning her hips and rolling her shoulders. He wanted to put his hands on her body, feel her soft, warm parts. How could anyone resist her?

"We gotta get you laid," Darien said.

Ethan snapped out of his daydream. "What?"

"We gotta get you laid. You're gonna be on the team now. We gotta find a girl for you to fuck."

"You do?" Ethan said, choking on the words.

"Hell yeah. We can't have any damn virgins on the team. Shit, you'd be the only one. Besides, you wanna know something?"

"What?"

"Guys skate better when they get fucked the night before a game," Darien said. "I mean, it's true. Look at our team. Most of the guys fuck a girl before every game. Look at our record. We only lose when we don't get fucked. I know it works for me. I get laid before every game, no matter what. It loosens you up, makes you skate faster, hit harder, you know, shit like that."

Ethan looked past Darien at Maria. The girls had their hands on their hips, bending at the waist. His erection pushed at the front of his jeans.

Darien followed his gaze and sneered.

"I know what you're gonna say, you son-of-a-bitch, and don't even think it," Darien said. "No guy gets his hands on my girl. She's a virgin and she's gonna stay that way until the day we get married." He glared at Ethan and pointed with his finger. "You so much as touch her, I'll kick your ass, got that?"

"Yeah, relax, I wasn't thinking anything," Ethan said, and wiped from his mind the vision of Maria's naked, sweaty body wrapped around his own.

"Good. Keep it that way."

The cheerleader squad broke up into small groups. Each girl collected her stuff. Maria joined another girl, and they started toward Darien's car.

"Aw shit, what the hell is she bringing that cow for?" Darien said.

"Who?"

"Her, Iris, Maria's dumb friend. She's always hanging around Maria 'cause she's so popular."

"She doesn't look so bad," Ethan said.

Iris wasn't as pretty as Maria, but most girls weren't. Iris was a bit heavier, and had bigger boobs, but still a nice curvy shape. Her face was a bit square, her sandy blonde hair was cut short, and she had a small mole on her upper lip by the corner of her mouth.

"Bullshit, she's a cow," Darien said. "Her tits are way too big, not perfect, like Maria's. Iris is a fucking slut. She'll fuck anybody. She sucked my dick once, a couple of years ago. Damn, she's one horny bitch, not like my Maria. Maria is pure. Hell, she doesn't even know what sex is." Darien laughed and stopped abruptly. "Hey, maybe I should get Iris to fuck you. I bet she'd do anything I asked."

"Really?" Ethan said, suddenly shaking with nervousness.

"Sure, Eth, leave it to me. You won't have to worry about being a virgin any longer."

Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but closed it. How could he explain to Darien he already lost his virginity? He would have to tell him about Mrs. Thorn, and there was no way he'd ever believe that.

The girls walked up to the car and leaned in Darien's window. The V necks of their sweaters fell open, and Ethan could see right down into their bras. His eyes opened wide.

"Hi," Maria said, smiling at Darien.

"Hey Darien. Who's your buddy?" Iris said. She smiled at Ethan and rocked her hips side to side. Her large breasts moved in and out of view under the sweater.

"That's Ethan. He's hot for your bod," Darien said.

"Shut up," Ethan said.

The girls giggled, leaning close to each other like they shared a secret. Darien laughed, too. Ethan wanted to hit him on the shoulder, but he dared not remove his hands from his lap, especially with the girls looking.

"What are you guys doing?" Maria said.

"We're here to pick you up, dummy, what do you think?" Darien said.

"Hey, don't call her dummy," Iris said.

Darien shoved her away from his window. "Shut the fuck up," he snapped.

Both girls were suddenly quiet. Maria's eyes looked down. Iris looked frightened, but he thought he saw something else on Maria's face.

"We're going to A&W's. You two wanna go, right?" Darien said.

"Sure," Maria said. She gazed into Darien's eyes.

"Yeah, I love hot dogs," Iris said.

"I bet you do. Get in." Darien turned to Ethan. "Get in the back," he said with a wink and a sneer.

Ethan got out and held the door open. Iris climbed in the back behind Darien. She glanced at his jeans and he was sure he saw her smile. He sat in the cramped backseat with her, and Maria sat in the front with Darien. He squealed the tires and raced off as soon as she closed the door. Iris squealed with laughter when the car tore around a corner. She fell against Ethan. Her bare thigh pressed against his leg and her soft breast pressed on his arm.

Darien parked the car at one of the menu boards at A&W and punched the order button with his thumb.

"What does everybody want? I know what you want," he said, pointing at Maria.

"I want a hot dog with mustard," Iris said.

Maria looked away from Darien and watched the cars coming from the park. Ethan tried to read what she was thinking from her expression, but her face showed nothing.

"Why don't you get chili on it?" Darien said, looking at Iris in the rearview mirror.

"I don't want chili. It'll make me fat."

"You're already fat."

"I'm not fat. I'm big boned," Iris said. She turned to Ethan and grinned. "Besides, I like big bones."

"Yeah, right. What do you want, Eth?"

"I want a footlong with everything, and onion rings."

"You got money?" Darien said.

"Yeah, I got five bucks."

Ethan unbuckled the seat belt and stuck his hand in his pocket. He arched his back from the seat to stretch his legs, and his erection strained against the front of his jeans. Iris stared right at it.

Darien looked at her in the mirror again. "Why don't you get a footlong?"

"I can't handle twelve inches. My throat's not that big," she said. She looked at Ethan and laughed.

"You can try mine," Ethan said. "I'll let you have a bite."

Iris leaned closer and lowered her voice. Her hand touched his leg.

"I might take more than a bite," she said.

Darien ordered the food, talking into the speaker box. The voice on the other end repeated the order.

"This fucking bra is pinching me," Iris said. She put her hands on her large boobs, pulling at the seams of the bra.

"Is it new?" Maria said.

"Yeah. I hate fucking new bras. They always pinch my tits."

"Maybe they wouldn't pinch if your tits weren't so big," Darien said.

"Very funny." Iris looked at Ethan. "You mind if I take it off?"

He looked at Darien and Maria. "You mean right here?"

"Yeah, just don't look, all right?"

She turned sideways in the cramped seat and pulled up her sweater. Ethan's eyes grew wide. He turned his head, but saw Iris' reflection in the side window. Darien was grinning like he knew something.

"Iris, are you crazy?" Maria said.

"She's crazy, all right," Darien said.

Iris pulled the sweater off over her head. She laid it on the seat, but it slid to the floor between them. She unfastened the bra, pulled the cups away from her breasts, and slipped the straps from her shoulders. In the reflection, Ethan saw the sides of her large, fleshy white globes.

"Would you hold this for me, Ethan?" Iris said, holding out the bra.

He took it in his trembling hand. In the front seat, Darien and Maria leaned close together, whispering to each other. The fabric of the bra was warm and soft and Ethan held it like a delicate piece of china he was afraid might break.

"Would you hand me my sweater, please?" Iris said.

She turned forward on the seat. Her hands covered her breasts, and her fingers sunk into their soft flesh. Ethan picked up the sweater.

"Thanks," Iris said with a smile.

She removed her right hand from her right breast to take the sweater. Ethan looked away quickly and she giggled. She pulled it down over her head.

"That's much better," she said. She cupped her large breasts in both hands and adjusted them. "Except this sweater itches. Look, it makes my nipples hard."