"What makes you think I don't really want to do it?" Summer asked. "I'm a slut and just love to suck cocks. I'd let you fuck me, but I only just got on the pill and I promised Chris that he could be my first. If you're willing to wait till next week you can be my second fuck. I might be better at it by then."
Harry surreptitiously pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He barely knew this gorgeous girl and she was offering to let him fuck her and what's more, she seemed totally sincere. How the hell was he supposed to concentrate on picking a team when all he could think about now was humping this little minx. "I don't know any of these girls," Harry admitted. "They must have all gone to other elementary schools. Do you know any of them?"
"Not really," Summer said. "Some of them are in my other classes, but I don't really know them. That girl has the locker next to me. I don't know if she's any good at sports, but she seems nice and said she'd be willing to go topless."
Harry laughed. "I guess there could be a lot worse reasons for picking her."
SACRIFICES FOR THE SAKE OF ART
As luck would have it Jessica (that was locker girl's actual name) turned out to be a fantastic choice. Not only was she herself good at sports, but she knew all the other girls and all the inside gossip about them. Not only did she know which girls stuffed their bras and which girls would put out, but she also knew which girls would get down and dirty when it came to sports and which were square-toed.
Once the last players, not surprisingly the walkers, were selected, Harry beamed with pride. He had a feeling that he was captain of the best team and couldn't wait to see his players in action.
"Okay, team blue on the five yard line, green on the ten, red on the fifteen and yellow on the twenty," Mr. Ginter bellowed. "Students, I want you to line up by team in the order you were selected. This will help Ms Frey and me to get to know you. Team leaders, we are expecting you to set a bang-up example. Okay people, stretch out those lines. Don't bunch up, give everyone room to exercise."
As they started off with jumping jacks, Harry had his first regret at being named a team leader. He was up front, just a few feet away from and facing the glaring Ms Frey and Mr. Ginter. Meanwhile Chris, who was his number three choice, was directly behind Summer, watching her pleasing ass bounce up and down with each count. Harry could only imagine some of the fabulous views Chris would experience before their calisthenics were completed, and he was undeniably envious.
Chris had been in lust with Summer since the moment he first caught sight of her and nothing had changed that feeling, including her capricious passion to be a slut. Would he rather be her boyfriend and have exclusive access to her body? Certainly, but he was wisely following Lily's advice and cooling his jets. Although at this particular moment it was admittedly challenging to cool anything while watching Summer exercise au naturel.
He had endured the jumping-jacks and sit-ups, but her push-ups were at this very moment driving him absolutely mad. They had all followed Mr. Ginter's instructions and given each other what they thought was adequate space to exercise, but that was when they were standing. When bodies are stretched out to do push-ups, they occupy a lot more ground space than when standing. Thus Summer's head was now currently little more than a foot from Harry's feet, and Chris's head was in a corresponding position to Summer's feet. That afforded him the luxury of looking up those slightly spread, fantastic legs as Summer lifted her body. On each up count her bare cunt seemed to wink at him as if scolding him for looking.
Once again Chris was suffering an embarrassing erection. He felt as if he had experienced more stiffies in the last six days since meeting Summer than he had in the prior six months. It wasn't until he started to get to his feet and tried to hide his most current hard-on that he noticed the giggling coming from Jessica.
Her face was blood-red as she whispered sweetly to Chris, "Please don't take this wrong, I'm not at all complaining. Actually, I quite enjoyed the anatomy lesson, but you might want to reconsider going commando in shorts that brief and baggy."
Chris had hated the PE uniform from the day his mother had purchased it, but she had explained that the store swore it was the one decreed by Mr. Ginter. That unfortunately made complete sense to Chris since for some reason the old man thought the 1950's was the greatest decade ever and treasured everything and anything from that period. Only Mr. Ginter would force the boys to wear shorts that went out of style over fifty years ago.
He could blame old man Ginter for the shorts, but only had himself to blame for being commando. Obviously he couldn't wear boxer shorts under the brief gym shorts, so his dad had given him money on Wednesday afternoon to pick up a pair of briefs or a jock strap. Instead of going to the store on his bike, Chris had spent the afternoon with Summer and Lily and then done the same thing on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It was only as he got ready for school this morning that Chris realized his predicament and decided that the only option was to go without underwear with the bloody shorts just this one time. Based on Jessica's remarks, that evidently had been a poor decision.
As if they were undergoing a blood exchange, Jessica's blood-red face was suddenly transferred to Chris. "You seem to have a nice cock," Jessica said sweetly. "I'd really like to have a proper look at it."
"Well that's not going to happen," Chris said vehemently. "This was just a stupid accident. I'm not about to show you my cock."
"Not even if I asked you to nicely" Summer said sexily, interrupting the two. "I was under the impression you'd do anything for me."
"But... please Summer don't ask me to get my cock out, not here in front of everyone," Chris practically pleaded.
"I'm not asking you to get it out," Summer assured Chris. "I'm just asking you if you would if that's what I desired?"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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