“ 102. One one C and Two Fucking Degrees."
Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one more fourth dimension, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 geezerhood old, and domicile for the summer after his start twelvemonth in college. And in Dixie Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly heat and crushing humidity. But Allen wasn't about to go home. He had worked hard to fall behind weight in college, and he would not slew back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking step after step along the trail that served as his running route. The pine tree trees provided a little shade, and he didn't have to feel self witting about the other runners. There were beautiful girls and unnaturally fit guys at his old high school, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the tight ass of a xvii year old girl spring slightly as it faded into the distance with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn't to say Allen wasn't able. He was still Lester Willis Young. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the residual of the kids around here, he was cute enough. He had straight sluttish embrown hair, stood at five eleven, and was getting slimmer every day, with a broad chest and a schoolboyish face. At college he did sanction with the girl, and had a distich of offers to go back to the dorms on party Nox. Allen Stewart Konigsberg was flattered, but declined. He was shy, and couldn't seem to fuddle enough in a night to get over it. Allen had only ever been with one female child. Running through the woods in the oppressive oestrus, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a short girl, but that Night she took up all of Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen's vision. After watching a movie on the sofa at Allen's house, her hired hand had strayed close to Allen's thigh. After about ten arcminute of uncomfortable maneuvering like just teenager could accomplish, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his pants off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight inch turncock. Allen would never forget that feeling. The resistance at first, and then giving way and swallowing him to his orchis. The miss never lost a beat, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Does that feel good ?"
Gracie hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his body was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her pelvic arch against his….
The bombilation of Gracie Allen's earpiece snapped him out of his day dream, and he was suddenly very cognizant of how heavily he as breathing. He slowed to a manner of walking, wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt, and answered the speech sound.
"Hi Allen, this is Anna. Jake wanted me to call you and let you have sex he will be habitation this weekend. He wants you to come over when you get a chance."
"Okay."Woody Allen replied,"William Tell him I'll be over in a one-half hour."
With that he hung up the telephone set and turned back towards his car. It was already hot, and he was already tired. With his good friend wanting to see him, he had the alibi he needed to scream it quits. Jake had been the only person from high schoolhouse he kept up with, but their differing agenda made it difficult to get together.
The ride over to Jake's house wasn't far, but Allen still wanted to get there as soon as he could. Foregoing a shower or a change of clothes, he threw a towel down on the fundament of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Woody Allen. And also like Ethan Allen he loved to be outside. IT was almost certain that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and contaminating anyway. After a few minute of listening to increasingly objectionable songs on the radio he pulled onto the dirt route in front end of Jake's house.
The theatre was marque new, but cypher would stimulate guessed that coming down the thrust. Nobody would expect a new building to be so far away from everything else, and this house was in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a final curve in the road, Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not ostentatious sign. The front porch was long and astray, with white columns lining the entrance way. Ethan Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the columns. Allen Stewart Konigsberg also didn't see any railroad car in the driveway.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in garden pink shorts and a white tank car top that seemed to be the uniform for little girl in this town during the summer calendar month. The hold up clock time Allen had seen her was two years ago when she was just a sophomore in High schoolhouse. Back then she had seemed so young. He thought of Jake as his brother, so it was only natural he thought of Anna like a little babe. Only she wasn't so trivial now. Her formerly light source Brown University hair was now blonde with stripe of white caused by so much time in the sun. Her dreary eyes were as undimmed as ever, but somehow lost the ingenuousness they always seemed to deliver before. She was still short, just a bit over five feet, but her dead body was different. Her thigh were thicker, her hip wider, and her tit were sticking out at the perfect angle from her otherwise flat torso. Allen swallowed hard but otherwise kept his equanimity, silently laughing off his feelings of arousal as Anna walked over and gave him a hug like she always did when she saw him.
"Hi Alli !"Anna said, using the nic figure she gave Gracie when he first met her in middle schooltime."I'm good. ”."older class has been just as crazy as you warned me."“ But let's talk about that inside. It's way too hot out here."
"Is Jake waiting upstairs ?"Allen asked.
"No,"Anna replied."He had to run out to the school to pay a bill or something. He said to hold back for him and ya'll could depend upon into Town together and get something to eat."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg was a bit garbled, normally Jake was waiting to greet him, not Anna. Still, he followed her inside to the giant open living room of the house. There she jumped on her lounge from behind like a track superstar taking a high saltation and waved Allen Stewart Konigsberg over to her. He walked around the other English of the couch and sat down, leaving a cushion between them and trying very hard not to think about the couch where Jackie took him all those twelvemonth ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every other prison term he had seen Anna, there had been a exonerated boundary. She was always nice to Allen, and excited to see him, but also shy, flighty, and a little irritation. Like a kid sister. Now, her body language was totally different. She beckoned him to the couch, invited him in, and talked to him as an match. To seduce matters sorry, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her genu together and feet pulled back. The shorts she wore stretched back almost to her ass cheeks and the scheme of her panties was faintly visible. Worse than that, she didn't care in the least that Allen could see.
"Like I said, Jake will be back in a little while. So tell me what college is like."Anna said.
"Well,"replied Gracie Allen,"It's a lot like high school, only there is no bed time, no ruler, and nobody asking where you are. As long as you go to course, you can do whatever else you want. It's amazing how a great deal free time you have."
Anna smiled."That sounds incredible. I'm so commonplace of citizenry looking over my shoulder the whole time I'm in school. And at family for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied Gracie Allen ,."It's outstanding. Like if you wanted to bring go swim at the gym at nine at night nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Allen knew how lots she loved to drown. She had been winning meets since center shoal. Even when she was pudgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age group. Allen could only envisage how a good deal faster she must be, now that she had grown into herself. For a minute she didn't say anything, and it looked like she was considering the prospect of being totally unleashed in college. It was toilsome to call up of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly unsufferable to reckon of her like the girls he met in shoal. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this metre he could see the scheme of her underwear through her nylon shorts. He tried to picture her giving some boy the same offer he had been given by the girls who asked him back. He tried to imagine her putting some fledgeling's hand down those knickers and helping brush aside her panties…
"So how many little girl have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling dullness.
Allen was too stunned to utter. Anna was his petty Friend, a kid sis, just Jake's annoying shadow. Surely she meant how many girls had Allen kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of grade, but Allen was sure he hadn't told her. He sheltered her from everything with the slightest sexual undertone.
"Jackie's piddling sister is in my grade,"Anna said, clearly seeing the look of disarray on Allen Stewart Konigsberg's font."She told me all about it net month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her journal and her little Sister read it."
Gracie Allen finally found his lyric, though slowly."So you know that we…. You know that I…"
"Fucked her,"Anna interjected,"yeah. But I heard it was more like she fucked you. At least according to her little sister. She said Jackie wrote about how she decided one night that she wanted you and took your virginity just because she could."
That office was accurate, Gracie Allen admitted to himself. Jackie had been Allen Stewart Konigsberg's one and only, but he wasn't even sure he was in her number 1 ten. The fille had taken ascendence of the situation from the beginning. She had invited herself over, she had moved in to kiss him first, and she had slipped his hand under her shorts. Finally, she climbed on top of him and even pushed his cock into herself. It wasn't until he was already in her that Allen's instinct had taken over and he began doing some of the work.
"Yeah, Allen admitted out loud. I was a Virgo the Virgin, and she did what she wanted. And there haven't been any fille since. None in college."
"Wait,"Anna said,"the only time you ever had sex with a girl, you didn't even get to be the guy ?"
"I wouldn't put it like that,"Allen Stewart Konigsberg responded,"but basically yeah."And why are you talking about this ? Do you even know what sex is Anna ?"
"I'm not a slight kid anymore Allen."She shot back. She only used his full public figure when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated aspect and glanced down at her phone. Allen Stewart Konigsberg tried very hard to stare at anything other than her knocker or the small gap between her legs. Anna stared at her speech sound for a long minute, and then texted something back. Allen was awkwardly staring at a statue on the mantle when she finally looked up.
"Jake says he is going out to dinner with some Friend. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Allen said, grateful for another theme of conversation."tell him I'm going to run home and grab a shower."
"Don't be silly,"Anna said,"You practically live here. Use our shower. There's still a duo of bluejeans and a Tshirt from the live on clock time you stayed over."
Allen really thought that was a bad theme, but couldn't pinpoint why exactly he was so skittish. It was probably just the way Anna was talking. It was probably just the fact that he wasn't used to her being an adult. After all, Allen gossiped to his friends about sex, and he was for certain Anna did the Saami with her admirer. Thank god Ethan Allen didn't have a Sister if he was this protective of his Quaker's sister. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the shower.
The upstair toilet was heavy and roomie, with the shower closed off from the rest of the lavatory. Because of this, the shower curtain was clear plastic. Allen began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty clothes into a pile in the nook. After turning the water supply to barely warm ( the South was hot enough already ), he climbed in and began to wash away, thinking of where he was supposed to meet Jake and which of his friends would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his thoughts drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful cleaning lady. She was smart and fit, but still soft and feminine and confection. She was the form of girl Allen imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself picture her standing au naturel and shy in front of him, ready to obey any order, receive any part of him in any piece of her. Probably the way Jackie saw him all those night ago, he realized. But, for all his calf love with dominating the shy girl, Allen was shy too. And she was his friend's Sister. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the exhibitioner to retrieve a towel from the upstairs closet, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the threshold to the exhibitioner way mouse click capable.
Instinctively he jumped behind the clear charge card pall and pulled it around him as Anna walked in carrying his towel.
"I thought you might involve this."She said, blushing slightly, but still staring with a expression of curiosity and what Allen took to be confused arousal. She looked him up and down tentatively, as if she might get in trouble for seeing him naked. Only then did Allen remember the see through shower curtain. The face cloth he moved hastily in front of his crotch was woefully undersized to pass over his tool as it began to swell at the mess of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to put on the line taking a table fleck. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the girlfriend he had always thought of as a little kid, and yet his gumshoe began showing from under the cloth as it got harder and harder.

"Get a skinny decent look ?"Ethan Allen asked, trying to pee light of the position, even though his phonation was meek and cracked.
"No."Anna replied just as meekly."It's the first one I've seen up close. Can I partake it ?"
"Anna I don't think…"Allen began, but she cut him off.
"I really want this Allen. I'm going to college in a few calendar month. I don't want to hear everything about sex when I get there. You're like my big sidekick, you should learn me these things."
Woody Allen looked closely at her and realized she meant it. She didn't look like she was joking or making fun of him. She was really concerned about being a Virgo the Virgin when she got to college.
"Ethan Allen, I trust you. I want the first metre to be with someone who can teach me what I need to recognise, but who I can still feel condom with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this sentence if you want."
Woody Allen let the washcloth fall to the undercoat, revealing his now fully hard hammer. He didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that he couldn't spell her down. This was his chance, to finally get over the daughter that had taken all of his authority ; his opportunity to finally be in charge.
"OK,"he replied,"but Jake can not fuck about this. He would literally belt down me if he found out."
With that he stepped out of the shower bath and towards Anna. He looked down and kissed her softly on the lips. She shivered, her workforce tenuously touching his bare skin just above his waist. The way she returned his snog let him roll in the hay she had at least done that before. But everything else was slow and awkward. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and decided to get hold of control of the situation.
"You said you wanted me to teach you ?"Allen asked.
Anna nodded.
"well, tell me how this feels."
Allen reached down with one hand and slid his hand up Anna's shirt. With the former he gently pulled her caput to one side and leaned down to snog her neck opening. At the Saame clock time as his back talk brushed gently across her smooth blanch skin, he slid his hand under her sports bra and took her veracious tit in his hand. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all indisposition forgotten as her skin erupted in pilomotor reflex. The feel of her pressed against him made Allen gasp too, though he kept center, brushing his hand over her mamilla, and giving her neck one More osculation before looking up at her.
"That was great."She said,"what else do you know ?"
"Well, for fledgeling you need to get naked."Allen replied."It's only fair."
When Anna nodded agreement, Allen pulled her army tank top over her head. Her skin was so soft and business firm, even seeing her in a sports bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to externalise authority despite his trembling script, he undid her bra and let her c cup bosom flop free. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking approval. Gracie smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his approval, she took off her short and underwear leaving her completely naked in front line of him.
Allen took a minute to look up to her even as she gazed impatiently from her naked form to his. Finally he asked"Is there anything you want to try first ?"
Anna looked sheepishly at him before mutter,"I kind of wishing to bang what it feels like to have soul else wee-wee me cum."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg smiled at how cute her request sounded. It was almost like she was asking permit from soul who she was sure would go down. Then he set the towel on the sinkhole and indicated Anna should sit on it. She did so, and he gently spread her legs which she had instinctively crossed to hide herself. Between them he found her perfectly trim pink pussy, already glistening and wet.
"This might tickle at first,"Allen said, even as she shivered at the flavour of his breath on her bear second joint."But Im pretty sure it will feel good afterwards."
With that, he kissed the interior of either thigh, enjoying her awkward pant as new virtuoso rippled through her body. He kissed her right above where her puss began and then on either side of the back talk, as close as he could get without touching them. Anna's hands were clutching the sink next to him, and he could see her knuckles had turned white from grasping the boundary so hard. She must be getting really frustrated he thought. Finally, he licked her pink slit from stern to top, letting his lingua lantern slide between her pussy lips and savoring the gustatory perception of her. She let out a narrow escape of surprise followed by a long groan. It was the odoriferous audio Allen had ever heard. He circled slowly around her clitoris a few metre before licking it gently. When she began grinding her hips involuntarily he picked up the pace a bit, though still careful to be soft. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hips continued to grind against his facial expression, and her breathing became faster and faster. Then, without warning, her body began to didder as she half cried, half gasped"Allen."hearing him say her epithet as her orgasm hit her nearly drove Allen loony.
He stood up and held her for a brief instant, trying desperately to hold the shaking in his body. He wanted more than anything to take her right field there on the counter, but somehow resisted. The feel of her bare skin against his, her venter on his cock, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the edge. breathing heavily, he looked straight in her center and tried to say in a calm vocalization,
"Are you done, or do you want to watch more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the ability to speak."I want you to show me everything."
Allen struggled to keep himself from acting until Anna had recovered."When is Jake coming home ?"He asked.
Anna looked up at him like a kid admitting to a lie."Everybody is out of Town to see Grandpa. I'm the only one here, stayed behind for a swim meet."
Allen only gave her a sardonic disapproving glower, then grabbed her hand, and lead her off to the bedroom .