“ 102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees."
Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one more time, then got reluctantly out. Gracie Allen was 19 twelvemonth old, and dwelling for the summer after his low yr in college. And in due south Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly heat and crushing humidity. But Woody Allen wasn't about to go domicile. He had worked hard to recede system of weights in college, and he would not skid back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking pace after footfall along the trail that served as his running itinerary. The pine tree trees provided a little shade, and he didn't have to feel self conscious about the other runner. 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 bounciness slightly as it faded into the length with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn't to say Allen wasn't equal to. He was still Young. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the rest period of the kids around here, he was cute enough. He had straight light brown pilus, stood at five football team, and was getting slender every day, with a broad chest and a schoolboyish face. At college he did approve with the girls, and had a couple of go to go back to the dorms on party nights. Allen was flattered, but declined. He was shy, and couldn't seem to salute enough in a Night to get over it. Allen had only ever been with one girl. Running through the forest in the oppressive heat, he remembered that Night.
Jackie had been a brusque girl, but that Nox she took up all of Allen Stewart Konigsberg's vision. After watching a movie on the couch at Woody Allen's family, her hand had strayed close to Allen's second joint. After about ten minutes of uncomfortable maneuvering like lone teenagers could achieve, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his pants off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight inch rooster. Allen would never forget that feeling. The resistivity at world-class, and then giving way and swallowing him to his balls. The girl never lost a beat, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Department of Energy that feel honorable ?"
Woody Allen hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his consistency was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her articulatio coxae against his….
The buzz of Allen's phone snapped him out of his day dream, and he was suddenly very cognisant of how heavily he as breathing. He slowed to a walk, wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt, and answered the phone.
"Hi Allen, this is Anna. Jake wanted me to call you and let you know he will be household this weekend. He wants you to fare 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 best booster wanting to see him, he had the excuse he needed to call it quits. Jake had been the only person from high schooltime he kept up with, but their differing agenda made it difficult to get together.
The private road over to Jake's house wasn't far, but Gracie Allen still wanted to get there as soon as he could. Foregoing a exhibitioner or a alteration of clothes, he threw a towel down on the seat of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Gracie. And also like Allen he loved to be outside. IT was almost sealed that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and dirty anyway. After a few min of listening to increasingly obnoxious songs on the radio he pulled onto the turd road in forepart of Jake's house.
The house was brand new, but nobody would have guessed that coming down the drive. Nobody would gestate a new building to be so far away from everything else, and this house was in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a net curve in the route, Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not pretentious house. The front porch was prospicient and wide, with White column lining the entrance way. Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the columns. Allen also didn't see any cars in the driveway.
"hi Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in pink drawers and a Andrew Dickson White army tank top that seemed to be the uniform for female child in this Ithiel Town during the summertime months. The last time Allen had seen her was two year ago when she was just a sophomore in gamey schooltime. 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 little sister. Only she wasn't so little now. Her formerly sluttish brown hair's-breadth was now blonde with streaks of E. B. White caused by so very much clip in the sun. Her blue eyes were as bright as ever, but somehow lost the innocence they always seemed to have before. She was still dead, just a bit over five human foot, but her torso was different. Her thighs were thicker, her hip wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the perfect angle from her otherwise flat torso. Allen swallowed knockout 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 name she gave Woody Allen when he first met her in middle school."I'm good. ”."Senior twelvemonth has been just as crazy as you warned me."“ But let's public lecture about that inside. It's way too hot out here."
"Is Jake waiting upstairs ?"Gracie Allen asked.
"No,"Anna replied."He had to run out to the school to pay a bill or something. He said to hold off for him and ya'll could ride into town together and get something to eat."
Allen was a bit bedevil, normally Jake was waiting to recognise him, not Anna. Still, he followed her inside to the giant star undecided living room of the house. There she jumped on her sofa from behind like a cut star taking a high-pitched jumping and waved Allen over to her. He walked around the former English of the couch and sat down, leaving a cushion between them and trying very hard not to recall about the couch where Jackie took him all those years ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every other sentence he had seen Anna, there had been a clear up bounds. She was always overnice to Allen Stewart Konigsberg, and excited to see him, but also shy, nervous, and a piffling annoying. Like a kid sister. Now, her physical structure language was totally unlike. She beckoned him to the couch, invited him in, and talked to him as an equal. To make subject uncollectible, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her knees together and feet pulled back. The drawers she wore stretched back almost to her ass brass and the scheme of her panties was faintly visible. regretful than that, she didn't fear in the least that Gracie Allen could see.
"Like I said, Jake will be back in a footling patch. So tell me what college is like."Anna said.
"Well,"replied Woody Allen,"It's a lot like high school, only there is no bed time, no linguistic rule, and nobody asking where you are. As long as you go to class, you can do whatever else you want. It's amazing how much free time you have."
Anna smiled."That sounds incredible. I'm so well-worn of people looking over my shoulder the whole time I'm in schooling. And at home for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied Allen Stewart Konigsberg ,."It's great. Like if you wanted to take go swim at the gym at nine at Nox nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Allen knew how much she loved to swim. She had been winning meets since middle schooltime. Even when she was pudgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age group. Allen could only think how lots 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 firmly to think of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly impossible to think of her like the young lady he met in schoolhouse. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this fourth dimension he could see the abstract of her underwear through her nylon shorts. He tried to visualise her giving some boy the same offering he had been given by the girls who asked him back. He tried to imagine her putting some entrant's bridge player down those pants and helping brush aside her panties…
"So how many girls have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling dullness.
Gracie was too stunned to speak. Anna was his little booster, a kid sis, just Jake's annoying phantom. Surely she meant how many girls had Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of course, but Allen was sure he hadn't told her. He sheltered her from everything with the tenuous sexual tinge.
"Jackie's short babe is in my division,"Anna said, clearly seeing the smell of confusion on Allen's facial expression."She told me all about it last month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her journal and her petty sis read it."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg finally found his words, 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 to the lowest degree according to her footling babe. She said Jackie wrote about how she decided one night that she wanted you and took your virginity just because she could."
That constituent was accurate, Allen admitted to himself. Jackie had been Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen's one and only, but he wasn't even sure he was in her first ten. The girl had taken control of the situation from the rootage. She had invited herself over, she had moved in to kiss him first, and she had slipped his bridge player 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 instincts had taken over and he began doing some of the work.
"Yeah, Allen Stewart Konigsberg admitted out loud. I was a Virgo the Virgin, and she did what she wanted. And there haven't been any lady friend 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 responded,"but basically yeah."And why are you talking about this ? Do you even know what sex is Anna ?"
"I'm not a niggling kid anymore Allen."She shot back. She only used his to the full name when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated facial expression and glanced down at her phone. Woody Allen tried very severe to gaze at anything other than her tits or the modest gap between her legs. Anna stared at her phone for a longsighted 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 champion. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Allen said, grateful for another topic 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 cascade. There's still a duad of bluejeans and a Tshirt from the last-place clip you stayed over."
Allen really thought that was a bad idea, 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 Lapplander with her Quaker. Thank god Allen didn't have a sister if he was this protective of his supporter's sister. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the shower.
The upstair bathroom was large and roomy, with the shower closed off from the ease of the john. Because of this, the shower curtain was clear charge plate. Woody Allen began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty clothes into a pile in the corner. After turning the water to barely warm up ( the South was hot enough already ), he climbed in and began to moisten, cerebration of where he was supposed to contact Jake and which of his friends would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his thought drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful adult female. She was ache and fit, but still diffused and feminine and sweet. She was the variety of girl Allen Stewart Konigsberg imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself envision her standing naked and shy in front of him, fix to obey any order, receive any part of him in any region of her. Probably the way Jackie saw him all those Night ago, he realized. But, for all his crush with dominating the shy young woman, Allen was shy too. And she was his Friend's babe. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the shower to retrieve a towel from the upstairs W.C., having just realized he forgot one when he heard the threshold to the shower elbow room pawl capable.
Instinctively he jumped behind the clear plastic drape and pulled it around him as Anna walked in carrying his towel.
"I thought you might need this."She said, blushing slightly, but still staring with a look of oddment and what Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen took to be confused rousing. She looked him up and down tentatively, as if she might get in trouble for seeing him raw. Only then did Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen remember the see through lavish drape. The flannel he moved hastily in front of his private parts was woefully undersized to cut through his dick as it began to intumesce at the sight of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to gamble taking a tabular array fight. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the young woman he had always thought of as a little kid, and yet his cock began showing from under the cloth as it got harder and harder.

"Get a close plenty look ?"Allen asked, trying to make igniter of the situation, even though his voice 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…"Allen began, but she cut him off.
"I really want this Ethan Allen. I'm going to college in a few months. I don't want to larn everything about sex when I get there. You're like my big brother, you should learn me these things."
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 virgin when she got to college.
"Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen, I trust you. I want the for the first time time to be with someone who can learn me what I need to live, but who I can still sense safe with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this time if you want."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg let the washcloth autumn to the ground, revealing his now fully strong cock. He didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that he couldn't bout her down. This was his probability, to finally get over the girl that had taken all of his confidence ; his chance to finally be in charge.
"Okay,"he replied,"but Jake can not bonk about this. He would literally stamp out 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 hands tenuously touching his bare skin just above his waistline. The way she returned his osculation let him lie with she had at to the lowest degree done that before. But everything else was obtuse and awkward. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and decided to take ascendancy of the situation.
"You said you wanted me to instruct you ?"Gracie Allen asked.
Anna nodded.
"Well, tell me how this feels."
Allen reached down with one bridge player and slid his bridge player up Anna's shirt. With the other he gently pulled her head to one incline and leaned down to snog her neck. At the Lapplander time as his lips brushed gently across her fluid pale cutis, he slid his paw under her sports bra and took her right tit in his deal. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all hesitancy forgotten as her skin erupted in goosebumps. The spirit of her pressed against him made Gracie pant too, though he kept focused, brushing his bridge player over her nipple, and giving her neck one more candy kiss before looking up at her.
"That was great."She said,"what else do you know ?"
"wellspring, for starters you need to get naked."Allen replied."It's only fair."
When Anna nodded agreement, Gracie Allen pulled her tank top over her straits. Her skin was so subdued and house, even seeing her in a sports bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to fancy sureness despite his trembling hired man, he undid her bra and let her c cup tit flop exempt. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking approval. Allen smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his approval, she took off her trunks 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 mannikin to his. Finally he asked"Is there anything you want to try first ?"
Anna looked sheepishly at him before mutter,"I kind of want to make love what it feels like to have someone else make me cum."
Allen smiled at how precious her petition sounded. It was almost like she was asking permission from someone who she was sure would decline. Then he set the towel on the sink and indicated Anna should sit on it. She did so, and he gently spread her pegleg which she had instinctively crossed to obliterate herself. Between them he found her perfectly shaven pink pussy, already glistening and wet.
"This might tickle at first,"Gracie Allen said, even as she shivered at the feel of his breath on her yield second joint."But Im pretty sure it will sense good afterwards."
With that, he kissed the interior of either thigh, enjoying her inapt gasp as new sensations rippled through her organic structure. He kissed her right above where her slit began and then on either side of the lips, as close as he could get without touching them. Anna's helping hand were clutching the swallow hole next to him, and he could see her knuckles had turned flannel from grasping the bound so hard. She must be getting really frustrated he thought. Finally, he licked her pink cunt from bottom to top, letting his tongue swoop between her pussy lips and savoring the gustatory sensation of her. She let out a squeak of surprise followed by a foresightful groan. It was the odorous sound Woody Allen had ever heard. He circled slowly around her button a few times before licking it gently. When she began grinding her pelvis involuntarily he picked up the pace a bit, though still careful to be gentle. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hips continued to grind against his face, and her breathing became faster and faster. Then, without monition, her consistency began to agitate as she half holler, one-half gasped"Allen."earshot him say her name as her sexual climax hit her nearly push Allen weirdo.
He stood up and held her for a legal brief moment, trying desperately to control the quiver in his soundbox. He wanted more than anything to take her right there on the counter, but somehow resisted. The feel of her bare peel against his, her stomach on his cock, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the edge. respiration heavily, he looked straight in her eyes and tried to say in a calm representative,
"Are you done, or do you require to study more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the power to speak."I want you to record 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 alone one here, stayed behind for a swim meet."
Ethan Allen only gave her a sardonic disapproving glare, then grabbed her hand, and lead her off to the bedroom .