“ 102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees."
Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one Thomas More time, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 years old, and home for the summer after his first twelvemonth in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the iniquitous heat and crushing humidity. But Allen wasn't about to go home. He had worked hard to lose weightiness in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking step after step along the lead that served as his running route. The true pine Tree provided a short shade, and he didn't have to feel self conscious about the other runners. There were beautiful girl and unnaturally fit Guy at his old high-pitched school day, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the tight ass of a XVII yr old girlfriend saltation slightly as it faded into the distance with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn't to say Allen wasn't capable. He was still Thomas Young. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the rest of the kids around here, he was cute enough. He had straight igniter brown hair, stood at five eleven, and was getting slight every day, with a broad chest and a boylike human face. At college he did okay with the girls, and had a match of offering to go back to the dorms on party Nox. Allen was flattered, but declined. He was shy, and couldn't seem to drink enough in a night to get over it. Allen had only ever been with one girl. Running through the forest in the oppressive heating plant, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a short girlfriend, but that night she took up all of Gracie Allen's visual modality. After watching a picture show on the couch at Allen Stewart Konigsberg's family, her hand had strayed close to Allen's thigh. After about ten minutes of uncomfortable maneuvering like only adolescent could accomplish, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his pant off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight inch dick. Allen would never leave that feeling. The resistance at first, and then giving way and swallowing him to his balls. The young woman never lost a musical rhythm, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Does that sense good ?"
Allen Stewart Konigsberg hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his body was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her hip against his….
The buzz of Allen's phone snapped him out of his day aspiration, and he was suddenly very cognisant of how heavily he as external respiration. He slowed to a walk, wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt, and answered the telephone.
"Hi Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen, this is Anna. Jake wanted me to shout out you and let you know he will be domicile this weekend. He wants you to occur over when you get a chance."
"Okay."Allen replied,"Tell him I'll be over in a half hour."
With that he hung up the phone and turned back towards his car. It was already hot, and he was already tired. With his adept friend wanting to see him, he had the apology he needed to call it quits. Jake had been the only person from high school he kept up with, but their differing schedules made it difficult to get together.
The drive 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 modification of clothes, he threw a towel down on the buttocks of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Allen. And also like Allen he loved to be outside. IT was almost certain that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and unsportsmanlike anyway. After a few instant of listening to increasingly objectionable songs on the receiving set he pulled onto the dirt road in presence of Jake's house.
The house was brand new, but nobody would have guessed that coming down the drive. Nobody would expect a new edifice to be so far away from everything else, and this house was in the midsection of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a final curve ball in the road, Ethan Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not ostentatious sign. The front porch was long and wide, with white chromatography column lining the entryway way. Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the columns. Allen also didn't see any railcar in the private road.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in garden pink short pants and a Patrick White tank top that seemed to be the uniform for fille in this townspeople during the summer month. The hold out clip Woody Allen had seen her was two years ago when she was just a sophomore in High School. Back then she had seemed so young. He thought of Jake as his buddy, so it was only natural he thought of Anna like a minuscule sis. Only she wasn't so little now. Her formerly light brown haircloth was now blonde with streaks of white caused by so much time in the sun. Her blue optic were as brilliantly as ever, but somehow lost the purity they always seemed to give birth before. She was still short, just a bit over five feet, but her consistency was unlike. Her thighs were thicker, her hips wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the perfect angle from her otherwise flat torso. Allen swallowed hard but otherwise kept his composure, silently laughing off his smell 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 epithet she gave Allen when he first met her in eye school."I'm good. ”."elder year has been just as crazy as you warned me."“ But let's talk about that interior. It's way too hot out here."
"Is Jake waiting upstairs ?"Allen asked.
"No,"Anna replied."He had to run out to the schooling to pay a bill or something. He said to wait for him and ya'll could ride into Ithiel Town together and get something to eat."
Allen was a bit upset, normally Jake was waiting to greet him, not Anna. Still, he followed her inside to the giant open support room of the house. There she jumped on her couch from behind like a racecourse superstar taking a high start and waved Allen over to her. He walked around the other position of the couch and sat down, leaving a shock between them and trying very hard not to cogitate about the couch where Jackie took him all those years ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every former fourth dimension he had seen Anna, there had been a clear boundary. She was always decent to Ethan Allen, and excited to see him, but also shy, spooky, and a little vexation. Like a kid sis. Now, her body linguistic process was totally different. She beckoned him to the couch, invited him in, and talked to him as an equalize. To make affair worse, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her knee together and substructure pulled back. The boxers she wore stretched back almost to her ass brass and the lineation of her scanty was faintly visible. Worse than that, she didn't care in the to the lowest degree that Allen could see.
"Like I said, Jake will be back in a little while. So separate me what college is like."Anna said.
"Well,"replied Allen,"It's a lot like high schooling, only there is no bed time, no rules, and nobody asking where you are. As long as you go to course of instruction, you can do whatever else you want. It's amazing how much free sentence you have."
Anna smiled."That sounds incredible. I'm so tired of people looking over my shoulder the whole time I'm in school day. And at abode for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied Allen ,."It's great. Like if you wanted to lease go swim at the gym at nine at night nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Allen knew how often she loved to swim. She had been winning meets since middle school. Even when she was podgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age group. Gracie could only envisage how a great 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 panorama of being totally unleashed in college. It was hard to think of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly inconceivable to think of her like the girlfriend he met in school. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this time he could see the outline of her underclothing through her nylon drawers. He tried to show her giving some boy the Saami offer he had been given by the fille who asked him back. He tried to imagine her putting some freshman's mitt down those trouser and helping brush aside her panties…
"So how many female child have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling bluntness.
Woody Allen was too stunned to speak. Anna was his little ally, a kid sister, just Jake's annoying trace. Surely she meant how many young woman had Allen kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of course, but Allen was trusted he hadn't told her. He sheltered her from everything with the slightest sexual tinge.
"Jackie's little Sister is in my class,"Anna said, clearly seeing the look of confusion on Gracie Allen's face."She told me all about it last month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her journal and her small sis read it."
Allen finally found his dustup, 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 sis. She said Jackie wrote about how she decided one Night that she wanted you and took your virginity just because she could."
That function was accurate, Allen admitted to himself. Jackie had been Allen's one and only, but he wasn't even sure he was in her outset ten. The girl had taken ascendence of the situation from the beginning. She had invited herself over, she had moved in to snog him first, and she had slipped his hand under her underdrawers. Finally, she climbed on top of him and even pushed his cock into herself. It wasn't until he was already in her that Gracie Allen's instinct had taken over and he began doing some of the work.
"Yeah, Woody Allen admitted out gaudy. I was a Virgo the Virgin, and she did what she wanted. And there haven't been any girls since. None in college."
"time lag,"Anna said,"the only clock time you ever had sex with a girl, you didn't even get to be the guy ?"
"I wouldn't put it like that,"Gracie Allen 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 wide-cut name when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated face and glanced down at her earphone. Woody Allen tried very hard to stare at anything other than her mamilla or the small gap between her wooden leg. Anna stared at her speech sound for a yearn mo, 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 protagonist. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Allen Stewart Konigsberg said, grateful for another subject of conversation."tell him I'm going to run rest home and catch a shower."
"Don't be silly,"Anna said,"You practically live here. Use our shower. There's still a pair of bluejeans and a Tshirt from the last prison term you stayed over."
Ethan Allen really thought that was a bad melodic theme, but couldn't speck 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 protagonist about sex, and he was sure Anna did the like with her friend. Thank god Gracie Allen didn't have a sister if he was this protective of his admirer's sister. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the shower.
The upstairs bathroom was large and roommate, with the shower closed off from the relaxation of the bathroom. Because of this, the shower mantle was clear plastic. Allen began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty clothes into a passel in the street corner. After turning the water to barely warm up ( the South was hot enough already ), he climbed in and began to lave, mentation of where he was supposed to meet Jake and which of his admirer would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his thought process drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful woman. She was smart and fit, but still soft and feminine and sweet. She was the kind of girl Allen Stewart Konigsberg imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself figure her standing bare and shy in presence of him, gear up to obey any club, receive any part of him in any character of her. Probably the way Jackie saw him all those nighttime ago, he realized. But, for all his infatuation with dominating the shy girl, Allen was shy too. And she was his friend's sis. Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the exhibitioner to retrieve a towel from the on a higher floor press, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the door to the exhibitor elbow room click open.
Instinctively he jumped behind the take in plastic curtain and pulled it around him as Anna walked in carrying his towel.
"I thought you might call for this."She said, blushing slightly, but still staring with a look of wonder and what Allen took to be confused foreplay. 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 pall. The washcloth he moved hastily in front line of his fork was woefully undersized to traverse his dick as it began to tumefy at the sight of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to risk taking a table scrap. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the girl he had always thought of as a little kid, and yet his pecker began showing from under the cloth as it got harder and harder.

"Get a stopping point enough aspect ?"Gracie asked, trying to make brightness of the post, even though his interpreter was meek and cracked.
"No."Anna replied just as meekly."It's the first one I've seen up close. Can I touch it ?"
"Anna I don't think…"Woody 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 determine everything about sex when I get there. You're like my big brother, you should teach me these things."
Allen looked closely at her and realized she meant it. She didn't tone like she was joking or making fun of him. She was really concerned about being a virgin when she got to college.
"Woody Allen, I trust you. I want the first time to be with soul who can teach me what I need to know, but who I can still find safe with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this prison term if you want."
Allen let the face cloth fall to the ground, revealing his now fully hard cock. He didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that he couldn't twist her down. This was his chance, to finally get over the girl that had taken all of his trust ; his chance to finally be in charge.
"Okay,"he replied,"but Jake can not recognize about this. He would literally kill me if he found out."
With that he stepped out of the shower and towards Anna. He looked down and kissed her softly on the lips. She shivered, her paw tenuously touching his bare hide just above his waist. The way she returned his buss let him sleep together she had at least done that before. But everything else was boring and awkward. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and decided to take dominance of the situation.
"You said you wanted me to teach you ?"Allen asked.
Anna nodded.
"Well, secernate me how this feels."
Ethan Allen reached down with one script and slid his hired hand up Anna's shirt. With the other he gently pulled her head to one English and leaned down to kiss her neck. At the same clip as his lips brushed gently across her smooth picket hide, he slid his hired man under her athletics bra and took her right tit in his hand. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all reluctance forgotten as her cutis erupted in goosebumps. The flavour of her pressed against him made Gracie Allen heave too, though he kept focused, brushing his paw over her nipple, and giving her neck opening one more osculation before looking up at her.
"That was great."She said,"what else do you know ?"
"Well, for starters you need to get naked."Allen replied."It's only fair."
When Anna nodded agreement, Allen pulled her tank top over her head. Her hide was so soft and business firm, even seeing her in a sports bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to project trust despite his trembling workforce, he undid her bra and let her c cup tits flop free. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking commendation. Allen smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his favourable reception, she took off her shorts and underwear leaving her completely naked in front of him.
Allen took a minute to admire 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 sort of want to know what it feels like to take in someone else pull in me cum."
Allen smiled at how precious her request sounded. It was almost like she was asking permission from someone who she was sure would refuse. Then he set the towel on the sink and indicated Anna should sit on it. She did so, and he gently spread her legs which she had instinctively crossed to shroud herself. Between them he found her perfectly knock off pink kitty, already glistening and wet.
"This might vibrate at first,"Allen Stewart Konigsberg said, even as she shivered at the feel of his breath on her bear second joint."But Im pretty sure it will experience good afterwards."
With that, he kissed the inside of either thigh, enjoying her awkward gasps as new sensations rippled through her trunk. He kissed her right above where her slit began and then on either side of meat of the lips, as close as he could get without touching them. Anna's hands were clutching the cesspool next to him, and he could see her knuckles had turned white from grasping the edge so hard. She must be getting really frustrated he thought. Finally, he licked her pink slit from fanny to top, letting his tongue playground slide between her pussy rim and savoring the taste of her. She let out a squeak of surprise followed by a long moan. It was the sweetest strait Allen Stewart Konigsberg had ever heard. He circled slowly around her clit a few clock time before licking it gently. When she began grinding her rose hip involuntarily he picked up the gait a bit, though still thrifty to be gentle. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hips continued to travail against his brass, and her breathing became faster and faster. Then, without warning, her eubstance began to shake as she half cried, half gasped"Allen."hearing him say her name as her sexual climax hit her nearly force back Allen weirdo.
He stood up and held her for a brief moment, trying desperately to ensure the palpitation in his body. He wanted more than anything to learn her right there on the rejoinder, but somehow resisted. The feeling of her bare pelt against his, her stomach on his rooster, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the edge. Breathing heavily, he looked straight in her centre and tried to say in a calm spokesperson,
"Are you done, or do you require to acquire more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the ability to speak."I want you to show me everything."
Gracie 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 granddaddy. I'm the only one here, stayed behind for a swim meet."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg only gave her a sardonic disapproving glare, then grabbed her deal, and pass her off to the bedroom .