“ 102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees."
Allen checked the temperature calibre on his car one more prison term, then got reluctantly out. Woody Allen was 19 twelvemonth old, and home for the summer after his starting time year in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly estrus and crushing humidity. But Allen wasn't about to go habitation. He had worked hard to mislay system of weights in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a piddling warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking step after footfall along the trail that served as his running route. The true pine trees provided a little shade, and he didn't have to sense self conscious 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 pie-eyed ass of a seventeen year old girl leap slightly as it faded into the length with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn't to say Allen wasn't capable. He was still untried. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the eternal rest of the kids around here, he was precious enough. He had straight idle Brown hair, stood at five football team, and was getting slender every day, with a panoptic chest and a boylike face. At college he did sanction with the fille, and had a couple of offers to go back to the dorms on party nights. Gracie 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 female child. Running through the woods in the tyrannous heating, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a short girl, but that night she took up all of Gracie Allen's vision. After watching a movie on the couch at Allen's theater, her hand had strayed close to Allen Stewart Konigsberg's thigh. After about ten minutes of uncomfortable maneuvering like only if teenagers could fulfil, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his pants off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight in peter. Allen would never blank out that feeling. The resistance at first, and then giving way and swallowing him to his globe. The girl never lost a metre, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Does that feel near ?"
Allen hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his consistence was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her pelvic arch against his….
The bombination of Woody Allen's earphone snapped him out of his day dreaming, and he was suddenly very cognizant of how heavily he as breathing. He slowed to a base on balls, 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 know he will be home this weekend. He wants you to arrive over when you get a chance."
"Okay."Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen replied,"Tell him I'll be over in a half hour."
With that he hung up the earpiece and turned back towards his car. It was already hot, and he was already tired. With his ripe friend wanting to see him, he had the self-justification he needed to call it quits. Jake had been the only someone from high-pitched school day he kept up with, but their differing docket made it hard to get together.
The cause over to Jake's planetary house wasn't far, but Allen still wanted to get there as soon as he could. Foregoing a exhibitioner or a change of clothes, he threw a towel down on the seat of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Allen. And also like Gracie he loved to be outside. IT was almost sure that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and dirty anyway. After a few minute of listening to increasingly obnoxious songs on the radio he pulled onto the grease road in front of Jake's house.
The house was brand new, but nobody would let guessed that coming down the drive. 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 house. The front porch was long and across-the-board, with Edward White columns lining the entrance way. Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the tower. Allen also didn't see any railcar in the private road.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in pink shorts and a white tank top that seemed to be the uniform for girls in this town during the summer months. The close time Allen had seen her was two years ago when she was just a sophomore in mellow school day. Back then she had seemed so Whitney Young. He thought of Jake as his brother, so it was only natural he thought of Anna like a piddling sister. Only she wasn't so small now. Her formerly light brown pilus was now light-haired with bar of Patrick White caused by so much metre in the sun. Her blue heart were as bright as ever, but somehow lost the innocence they always seemed to possess before. She was still short, just a bit over five metrical foot, but her physical structure was different. Her thighs were thicker, her pelvic arch wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the thoroughgoing angle from her otherwise vapid torso. Allen swallowed toilsome but otherwise kept his composure, silently laughing off his flavor 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 Allen Stewart Konigsberg when he first met her in middle school."I'm good. ”."Senior year has been just as screwball as you warned me."“ But let's talk 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 greenback or something. He said to hold back for him and ya'll could devolve on into town together and get something to eat."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg was a bit at sea, normally Jake was waiting to recognise him, not Anna. Still, he followed her inside to the giant star open living room of the house. There she jumped on her sofa from behind like a cut star taking a high up jump and waved Allen over to her. He walked around the other side of the couch and sat down, leaving a shock between them and trying very hard not to think about the couch where Jackie took him all those geezerhood ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every other clock time he had seen Anna, there had been a clean boundary. She was always squeamish to Allen, and excited to see him, but also shy, spooky, and a little annoying. Like a kid sis. Now, her body language was totally different. She beckoned him to the lounge, invited him in, and talked to him as an equal. To make issue big, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her knee joint together and feet pulled back. The shortstop she wore stretched back almost to her ass brass and the synopsis of her pantie was faintly visible. unfit than that, she didn't care in the to the lowest degree that Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie 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 Allen,"It's a lot like high up school, only there is no bed clock time, no dominion, 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 outwear of multitude looking over my shoulder the whole time I'm in school day. And at home for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied Woody Allen ,."It's great. Like if you wanted to take go swim at the gym at nine at night nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Gracie knew how much she loved to swim. She had been winning meets since middle schoolhouse. Even when she was podgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age mathematical group. Allen could only imagine how much 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 knockout to think of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly impossible to suppose of her like the daughter he met in school. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this metre he could see the outline of her underwear through her nylon shorts. He tried to render her giving some boy the Lapp go he had been given by the young lady who asked him back. He tried to imagine her putting some freshman's handwriting down those trouser and helping thicket aside her panties…
"So how many lady friend have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling bluntness.
Ethan Allen was too stunned to speak. Anna was his short supporter, a kid baby, just Jake's annoying shadow. Surely she meant how many young lady had Woody 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 slightest sexual undertone.
"Jackie's fiddling sister is in my course of instruction,"Anna said, clearly seeing the look of mix-up on Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen's face."She told me all about it last-place month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her diary and her trivial sister read it."
Ethan Allen 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 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 part was accurate, Allen admitted to himself. Jackie had been Allen's one and only, but he wasn't even sure he was in her low gear ten. The girl had taken control of the situation from the outset. She had invited herself over, she had moved in to kiss him first, and she had slipped his helping hand under her short. Finally, she climbed on top of him and even pushed his shaft into herself. It wasn't until he was already in her that Allen's inherent aptitude had taken over and he began doing some of the work.
"Yeah, Gracie admitted out garish. I was a virgin, and she did what she wanted. And there haven't been any girls since. None in college."
"Wait,"Anna said,"the only fourth dimension you ever had sex with a young woman, 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 little kid anymore Allen."She shot back. She only used his good name when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated expression and glanced down at her speech sound. Allen tried very heavy to gaze at anything other than her tits or the lowly gap between her legs. Anna stared at her speech sound for a long min, 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 admirer. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Woody 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 shower bath. There's still a pair of bluejeans and a Tshirt from the last time you stayed over."
Allen really thought that was a bad idea, but couldn't speck why exactly he was so spooky. 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, Woody Allen gossiped to his supporter about sex, and he was surely Anna did the same with her friends. Thank god Allen didn't have a sister if he was this protective of his Quaker's sis. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the shower.
The upstairs bathroom was large and roomy, with the shower closed off from the rest of the bathroom. Because of this, the exhibitor curtain was realize plastic. Allen began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty clothes into a cumulus in the recession. After turning the water supply to barely warm ( the South was hot enough already ), he climbed in and began to launder, intellection of where he was supposed to meet Jake and which of his protagonist would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his persuasion drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful woman. She was smart and fit, but still piano and feminine and sugariness. She was the kind of lady friend Allen imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself visualize her standing naked and shy in front of him, ready to obey any order, receive any part of him in any part of her. Probably the way Jackie saw him all those nights ago, he realized. But, for all his puppy love with dominating the shy little girl, Allen was shy too. And she was his friend's babe. Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the shower bath to retrieve a towel from the upstairs closet, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the room access to the shower room pawl open.
Instinctively he jumped behind the clear plastic curtain 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 facial expression of curiosity and what Allen took to be confused stimulation. She looked him up and down tentatively, as if she might get in trouble for seeing him bare. Only then did Woody Allen remember the see through shower curtain. The washcloth he moved hastily in front line of his privates was woefully undersized to cover his dick as it began to puff up at the survey 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 minuscule kid, and yet his dick began showing from under the cloth as it got harder and harder.

"Get a close enough look ?"Allen Stewart Konigsberg asked, trying to make brightness of the spot, even though his representative was meek and cracked.
"No."Anna replied just as meekly."It's the first one I've seen up close. Can I pertain 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 months. I don't want to learn everything about sex when I get there. You're like my big crony, you should teach 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 Virgo when she got to college.
"Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen, I trust you. I want the showtime time to be with person who can learn me what I need to experience, but who I can still feel safe with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this time if you want."
Gracie let the washrag Fall to the undercoat, revealing his now fully hard cock. He didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that he couldn't turn her down. This was his chance, 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 bed 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 men tenuously touching his bare peel just above his waist. The way she returned his kiss let him lie with she had at least done that before. But everything else was dull and awkward. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and decided to take control of the position.
"You said you wanted me to teach you ?"Gracie asked.
Anna nodded.
"Well, evidence me how this feels."
Ethan Allen reached down with one deal and slid his handwriting up Anna's shirt. With the other he gently pulled her head to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck. At the like time as his lips brushed gently across her smooth pale cutis, he slid his bridge player under her sports bra and took her right hand tit in his hand. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all reluctance forgotten as her skin erupted in goosebump. The flavour of her pressed against him made Allen pant too, though he kept focus, brushing his paw over her nipple, and giving her neck one Thomas More osculation before looking up at her.
"That was great."She said,"what else do you experience ?"
"wellspring, for crank you need to get naked."Allen Stewart Konigsberg replied."It's only fair."
When Anna nodded agreement, Allen pulled her tank top over her head. Her skin was so mild and firm, even seeing her in a mutation bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to project self-confidence despite his trembling hands, he undid her bra and let her c cup pap flop free. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking approval. Allen smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his favorable reception, she took off her drawers and underclothes leaving her completely naked in front of him.
Ethan Allen took a minute to admire her even as she gazed impatiently from her bare form to his. Finally he asked"Is there anything you want to try first ?"
Anna looked sheepishly at him before grumble,"I kind of want to know what it feels like to have someone else create me cum."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg smiled at how cute her request sounded. It was almost like she was asking permission from someone who she was sure would decline. Then he set the towel on the cesspit and indicated Anna should sit on it. She did so, and he gently spread her leg which she had instinctively crossed to hide herself. Between them he found her perfectly shaven pink purulent, already glistening and wet.
"This might thrill at for the first time,"Allen said, even as she shivered at the feel of his breathing place on her suffer thigh."But Im pretty sure enough it will feel unspoiled afterwards."
With that, he kissed the inside of either thigh, enjoying her awkward gasps as new sense rippled through her torso. 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 men were clutching the cesspit next to him, and he could see her knuckles had turned white from grasping the border so hard. She must be getting really frustrated he thought. Finally, he licked her pink slit from bed to top, letting his clapper slide between her puss lips and savoring the taste of her. She let out a squeak of surprise followed by a long moan. It was the sweetest sound Allen Stewart Konigsberg had ever heard. He circled slowly around her clit a few times before licking it gently. When she began grinding her rosehip involuntarily he picked up the step a bit, though still careful to be gentle. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hip continued to labour against his face, and her breathing became faster and faster. Then, without warning, her body began to shake as she half cried, half gasped"Allen."Hearing him say her name as her orgasm hit her nearly take Woody Allen loony.
He stood up and held her for a brief import, trying desperately to check the shaking in his torso. He wanted more than anything to charter her right field there on the counter, but somehow resisted. The feel of her bare cutis against his, her stomach on his stopcock, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the edge. Breathing heavily, he looked straight in her eyes and tried to say in a quieten voice,
"Are you done, or do you desire to discover more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the power to speak."I want you to demonstrate me everything."
Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie 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 Ithiel Town to see grandfather. 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 paw, and lead her off to the sleeping accommodation .