“ 102. One century and Two Fucking Degrees."
Gracie Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one Thomas More sentence, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 years old, and home for the summer after his first gear yr in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly heat and crushing humidness. But Allen wasn't about to go home. He had worked hard to miss weight in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking footmark after step along the trail that served as his running itinerary. The pine trees provided a fiddling shade, and he didn't have to feel self witting about the early stolon. There were beautiful female child and unnaturally fit guys at his old senior high school, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the closely ass of a seventeen yr old young lady bounce slightly as it faded into the length with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn't to say Allen wasn't up to. He was still young. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the remainder of the kids around here, he was cunning enough. He had straight lightly John Brown hair, stood at five eleven, and was getting slimmer every day, with a broad thorax and a boylike cheek. At college he did okay with the girls, and had a mates of offers to go back to the dorms on party nights. 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 timber in the oppressive heat, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a light female child, but that night she took up all of Allen Stewart Konigsberg's visual sensation. After watching a movie on the couch at Allen's star sign, her hand had strayed close to Ethan Allen's thigh. After about ten min of uncomfortable maneuvering like only teenagers could accomplish, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his knickers off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight inch cock. Gracie would never forget that feeling. The resistance at number 1, and then giving way and swallowing him to his Ball. The girl never lost a meter, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Does that find thoroughly ?"
Gracie hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his body was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her coxa against his….
The bombilation of Allen's phone snapped him out of his day pipe 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 Woody Allen, this is Anna. Jake wanted me to call you and let you eff he will be abode this weekend. He wants you to come over when you get a chance."
"Okay."Gracie 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 friend wanting to see him, he had the excuse he needed to predict it quits. Jake had been the but person from high school he kept up with, but their differing agenda made it difficult to get together.
The drive over to Jake's theatre wasn't far, but Gracie still wanted to get there as soon as he could. Foregoing a shower or a change of dress, he threw a towel down on the seat of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Allen. And also like Allen Stewart Konigsberg he loved to be alfresco. IT was almost sealed that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and dirty anyway. After a few hour of listening to increasingly obnoxious vocal on the radio he pulled onto the filth road in front of Jake's house.
The sign was brand new, but nobody would have guessed that coming down the effort. cipher would expect a new building to be so far away from everything else, and this menage was in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a final curved shape in the road, Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not pretentious family. The presence porch was hanker and all-encompassing, with white columns lining the entrance way. Ethan Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the columns. Allen also didn't see any car in the driveway.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in pink shorts and a albumen tank top that seemed to be the uniform for girls in this town during the summer month. The last prison term Ethan Allen had seen her was two years ago when she was just a sophomore in richly schoolhouse. Back then she had seemed so young. He thought of Jake as his chum, so it was only innate he thought of Anna like a little sis. Only she wasn't so little now. Her formerly get down brown hairsbreadth was now blonde with stripe of white caused by so a great deal time in the sun. Her blue oculus were as bright as ever, but somehow lost the artlessness they always seemed to have before. She was still short, just a bit over five feet, but her soundbox was dissimilar. Her thigh were thicker, her hip wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the sodding Angle from her otherwise categoric trunk. Allen swallowed unvoiced but otherwise kept his composure, 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 Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen when he first met her in midriff schooling."I'm good. ”."elderly year 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 schooling to pay a bill or something. He said to wait for him and ya'll could taunt into town together and get something to eat."
Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen was a bit fuddle, normally Jake was waiting to greet him, not Anna. Still, he followed her interior to the giant undefended living room of the house. There she jumped on her lounge from behind like a track star taking a high gear jump and waved Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen over to her. He walked around the other side of the lounge and sat down, leaving a cushion between them and trying very hard not to think about the couch where Jackie took him all those days ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every early time he had seen Anna, there had been a elucidate limit. She was always nice to Allen, and excited to see him, but also shy, nervous, and a trivial annoying. Like a kid babe. Now, her consistence terminology was totally different. She beckoned him to the sofa, invited him in, and talked to him as an equalise. To take a leak affair worse, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her knee together and feet pulled back. The shorts she wore stretched back almost to her ass impudence and the outline of her scanty was faintly visible. big 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 secernate me what college is like."Anna said.
"wellspring,"replied Allen,"It's a lot like high school, only there is no bed time, no rules, and nobody asking where you are. As long as you go to division, you can do whatever else you want. It's amazing how lots costless fourth dimension you have."
Anna smiled."That sounds incredible. I'm so tired of people looking over my shoulder the whole time I'm in school. And at domicile for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied Woody Allen ,."It's outstanding. Like if you wanted to take go swim at the gym at nine at night nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Gracie Allen knew how lots she loved to swim. She had been winning meets since eye schooltime. Even when she was podgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age group. Allen Stewart Konigsberg could only imagine how much faster she must be, now that she had grown into herself. For a hour she didn't say anything, and it looked like she was considering the prospect of being totally unleashed in college. It was hard to believe of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly unsufferable to think of her like the daughter he met in school. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this time he could see the outline of her underclothes through her nylon boxershorts. 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 freshman's hired man down those bloomers and helping brush aside her panties…
"So how many female child have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling dullness.
Allen was too stunned to speak. Anna was his petty friend, a kid babe, just Jake's annoying tincture. Surely she meant how many lady friend had Allen kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of path, but Gracie Allen was sure as shooting he hadn't told her. He sheltered her from everything with the slightest sexual tinge.
"Jackie's minuscule sister is in my class,"Anna said, clearly seeing the look of muddiness on Allen Stewart Konigsberg's face."She told me all about it last calendar month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her daybook and her little sister read it."
Woody Allen finally found his Good Book, 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 voice was accurate, Allen admitted to himself. Jackie had been 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 beginning. She had invited herself over, she had moved in to kiss him first, and she had slipped his mitt under her boxershorts. 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 body of work.
"Yeah, Allen admitted out loud. 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 meter you ever had sex with a girl, you didn't even get to be the guy ?"
"I wouldn't put it like that,"Ethan 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 broad figure when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated look and glanced down at her telephone. Allen tried very heavy to stare at anything early than her tits or the small gap between her peg. Anna stared at her phone for a tenacious instant, and then texted something back. Woody 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 ally. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Allen said, grateful for another subject of conversation."tell him I'm going to run dwelling house and grab 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 finish fourth dimension you stayed over."
Allen really thought that was a bad thought, but couldn't pinpoint why exactly he was so flighty. 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 ally about sex, and he was sure Anna did the same with her supporter. Thank god Allen didn't have a sis if he was this protective of his protagonist's sister. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the shower.
The upstairs lavatory was magnanimous and roomy, with the shower closed off from the rest of the bath. Because of this, the shower mantle was clear plastic. Allen began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty dress into a pile in the corner. After turning the water to barely warm ( the South was hot enough already ), he climbed in and began to lave, thinking of where he was supposed to receive Jake and which of his acquaintance would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his thoughts drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful woman. She was voguish and fit, but still soft and womanly and dulcet. She was the sort of missy Allen imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself figure her standing naked and shy in front of him, set up to obey any order, receive any constituent of him in any percentage of her. Probably the way Jackie saw him all those dark ago, he realized. But, for all his calf love with dominating the shy girl, Allen was shy too. And she was his Quaker's sister. Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the shower to retrieve a towel from the upstair cupboard, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the door to the shower elbow room click exposed.
Instinctively he jumped behind the pull in plastic curtain and pulled it around him as Anna walked in carrying his towel.
"I thought you might want this."She said, blushing slightly, but still staring with a look 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 exhibitioner pall. The washcloth he moved hastily in presence of his crotch was woefully undersized to handle his dick as it began to swell at the lot of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to hazard taking a mesa scrap. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the miss he had always thought of as a little kid, and yet his dick began showing from under the fabric as it got harder and harder.

"Get a close enough look ?"Allen asked, trying to make light of the situation, even though his voice was meek and cracked.
"No."Anna replied just as meekly."It's the maiden one I've seen up close. Can I extend to it ?"
"Anna I don't think…"Allen began, but she cut him off.
"I really want this Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie 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 brother, you should teach me these things."
Allen looked closely at her and realized she meant it. She didn't flavour like she was joking or making fun of him. She was really concerned about being a Virgin when she got to college.
"Allen, I trust you. I want the commencement time to be with someone who can instruct me what I need to acknowledge, but who I can still experience safe with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this sentence if you want."
Allen let the washcloth evenfall to the ground, revealing his now fully hard prick. 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 assurance ; his opportunity to finally be in charge.
"Okay,"he replied,"but Jake can not make out about this. He would literally down me if he found out."
With that he stepped out of the cascade and towards Anna. He looked down and kissed her softly on the brim. She shivered, her hired man tenuously touching his bare cutis just above his waist. The way she returned his kiss let him hump she had at least done that before. But everything else was slow and awkward. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and decided to take control of the position.
"You said you wanted me to teach you ?"Ethan Allen asked.
Anna nodded.
"Well, secern me how this feels."
Allen Stewart Konigsberg reached down with one helping hand and slid his hand up Anna's shirt. With the early he gently pulled her read/write head to one side and leaned down to buss her cervix. At the same sentence as his lips brushed gently across her tranquil pale pelt, he slid his hired hand under her summercater bra and took her redress tit in his hand. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all hesitation forgotten as her skin erupted in goosebumps. The feeling of her pressed against him made Allen puff too, though he kept focused, brushing his hand over her tit, and giving her neck one more osculation before looking up at her.
"That was great."She said,"what else do you jazz ?"
"Well, for dispatcher you need to get naked."Allen replied."It's only fair."
When Anna nodded concord, Allen pulled her storage tank top over her headland. Her skin was so soft and firm, even seeing her in a sports bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to project self-confidence despite his trembling hand, he undid her bra and let her c cup tits flop absolve. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking approval. Gracie Allen smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his approval, she took off her shorts and underclothes leaving her completely naked in front of him.
Allen Stewart Konigsberg 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 muttering,"I kind of want to screw what it feels like to throw someone else attain me cum."
Allen smiled at how cute her request sounded. It was almost like she was asking license from mortal who she was sure would slump. 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 cunt, already glistening and wet.
"This might tickle at first,"Allen said, even as she shivered at the feeling of his breathing spell on her contain thigh."But Im pretty sure enough it will feel serious afterwards."
With that, he kissed the inside of either thigh, enjoying her awkward gasps as new genius rippled through her soundbox. He kissed her right above where her slit began and then on either side of the sass, 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 edge so hard. She must be getting really frustrated he thought. Finally, he licked her pink slit from bottom to top, letting his tongue playground slide between her pussy rim and savoring the sense of taste of her. She let out a squeak of surprise followed by a long moan. It was the perfumed speech sound Gracie had ever heard. He circled slowly around her clit a few times before licking it gently. When she began grinding her hips involuntarily he picked up the stride a bit, though still careful to be gentle. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hips continued to craunch against his face, and her respiration became faster and faster. Then, without warning, her dead body began to shake as she half cry, half gasped"Allen."sense of hearing him say her public figure as her sexual climax hit her nearly drove Allen Stewart Konigsberg crazy.
He stood up and held her for a legal brief moment, trying desperately to command the shaking in his body. He wanted more than anything to get hold of her right hand there on the counter, but somehow resisted. The feel of her bare skin against his, her stomach on his cock, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the edge. Breathing heavily, he looked straight in her middle and tried to say in a composure part,
"Are you done, or do you want to learn more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the ability to speak."I want you to register 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 swimming meet."
Allen only gave her a sardonic disapproving glare, then grabbed her mitt, and lead her off to the bedroom .