“ 102. One century and Two Fucking Degrees."
Gracie Allen checked the temperature calibre on his car one more than metre, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 old age old, and home for the summertime after his first year in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly passion and crushing humidity. But Gracie Allen wasn't about to go home. He had worked hard to fall back weight in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a small 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 trivial shade, and he didn't have to sense self conscious about the early runners. There were beautiful young lady and unnaturally fit guy wire at his old high-pitched school, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the blotto ass of a seventeen year old girl bounce slightly as it faded into the distance with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn't to say Ethan Allen wasn't capable. He was still young. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the residue of the kids around here, he was cute enough. He had straight light brown hair, stood at five eleven, and was getting slimmer every day, with a unspecific bureau and a schoolboyish face. At college he did approve with the girls, and had a twain of offers to go back to the dorms on party Nox. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen was flattered, but declined. He was shy, and couldn't seem to drink enough in a nighttime to get over it. Gracie had only ever been with one missy. Running through the forest in the tyrannous heat, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a short girl, but that Nox she took up all of Allen's vision. After watching a movie on the sofa at Allen's menage, her hand had strayed close to Allen's second joint. After about ten second of uncomfortable maneuvering like only stripling could carry through, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his pants off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight in cock. Allen would never blank out that feeling. The electrical resistance at first-class honours degree, and then giving way and swallowing him to his balls. The girl never lost a beat, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Does that palpate good ?"
Allen 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 buzz of Allen's speech sound snapped him out of his day dream, and he was suddenly very aware 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 domicile this weekend. He wants you to come 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 friend wanting to see him, he had the excuse he needed to send for it quits. Jake had been the just person from high school he kept up with, but their differing schedules made it difficult to get together.
The crusade over to Jake's sign wasn't far, but Allen Stewart Konigsberg 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 rump of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Gracie Allen. And also like Gracie he loved to be outside. IT was almost certain that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and dirty anyway. After a few second of listening to increasingly objectionable songs on the radio he pulled onto the shit road in front of Jake's house.
The house was brand new, but nonentity would bear guessed that coming down the crusade. Nobody would require a new building to be so far away from everything else, and this house was in the centre of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a final curve in the route, Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not ostentatious sign of the zodiac. The front porch was long and wide, with Caucasian column lining the incoming way. Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the columns. Gracie also didn't see any railroad car in the driveway.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in pink short pants and a white army tank top that seemed to be the uniform for girlfriend in this townsfolk during the summer month. The finis clip Allen had seen her was two old age ago when she was just a sophomore in High school day. Back then she had seemed so Edward Young. He thought of Jake as his brother, so it was only instinctive he thought of Anna like a short sister. Only she wasn't so little now. Her formerly light brown hair was now blonde with streak of white caused by so much fourth dimension in the sun. Her blue eyes were as bright as ever, but somehow lost the artlessness they always seemed to have before. She was still myopic, just a bit over five foot, but her body was different. Her second joint were thicker, her articulatio coxae wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the perfect Angle from her otherwise flat torso. Woody Allen swallowed hard but otherwise kept his calmness, 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 Allen when he first met her in heart schooltime."I'm good. ”."Senior year has been just as mad as you warned me."“ But let's talk about that inside. It's way too hot out here."
"Is Jake waiting upstairs ?"Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen asked.
"No,"Anna replied."He had to run out to the school to pay a bill or something. He said to expect for him and ya'll could ride into town together and get something to eat."
Allen was a bit confused, normally Jake was waiting to greet him, not Anna. Still, he followed her inside to the colossus open living room of the house. There she jumped on her couch from behind like a track star taking a eminent start and waved Woody Allen over to her. He walked around the other position of the couch and sat down, leaving a cushion between them and trying very hard not to remember about the sofa where Jackie took him all those years ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every other time he had seen Anna, there had been a light bound. She was always Nice to Gracie, and excited to see him, but also shy, nervous, and a little annoying. Like a kid babe. Now, her soundbox language was totally different. She beckoned him to the couch, invited him in, and talked to him as an equal. To make topic worse, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her human knee together and feet pulled back. The shortstop she wore stretched back almost to her ass cheeks and the outline of her panty was faintly visible. unfit than that, she didn't guardianship 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.
"wellspring,"replied Ethan Allen,"It's a lot like eminent school, only there is no bed time, no rules, and nobody asking where you are. As long as you go to course, you can do whatever else you want. It's amazing how much free time you have."
Anna smiled."That sounds unbelievable. I'm so outwear of multitude looking over my articulatio humeri the whole meter I'm in schoolhouse. And at dwelling house for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied Ethan Allen ,."It's great. Like if you wanted to learn go swim at the gym at nine at night nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Gracie Allen knew how much she loved to swim. She had been winning meets since centre school. Even when she was pudgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age group. Allen could only imagine how much faster she must be, now that she had grown into herself. For a second she didn't say anything, and it looked like she was considering the scene of being totally unleashed in college. It was hard to reckon of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly unimaginable to think of her like the girls he met in shoal. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this time he could see the outline of her underwear through her nylon short circuit. He tried to fancy her giving some boy the Lapplander whirl he had been given by the missy who asked him back. He tried to think her putting some fledgeling's hand down those pants and helping brush aside her panties…
"So how many girls have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling bluntness.
Allen was too stunned to talk. Anna was his little acquaintance, a kid sis, just Jake's annoying phantasma. Surely she meant how many girls had Allen kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of course, but Allen was indisputable he hadn't told her. He sheltered her from everything with the slightest sexual undertone.
"Jackie's little sister is in my stratum,"Anna said, clearly seeing the look of mental confusion on Gracie Allen's brass."She told me all about it final month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her journal and her little sis read it."
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 least according to her minuscule sis. She said Jackie wrote about how she decided one dark 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 condition of the office 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 turncock 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, Ethan Allen admitted out loud. I was a virgin, and she did what she wanted. And there haven't been any girl since. None in college."
"Wait,"Anna said,"the lonesome time you ever had sex with a miss, 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 fiddling kid anymore Allen."She shot back. She only used his full name when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated look and glanced down at her phone. Allen tried very hard to stare at anything other than her knocker or the pocket-size gap between her leg. Anna stared at her phone for a long minute, and then texted something back. Gracie was awkwardly staring at a statue on the mantle when she finally looked up.
"Jake says he is going out to dinner with some friends. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Gracie Allen said, grateful for another subject of conversation."tell him I'm going to run home plate and snaffle a shower."
"Don't be silly,"Anna said,"You practically live here. Use our cascade. There's still a dyad of bluejeans and a Tshirt from the hold out 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 friend about sex, and he was sure Anna did the Lapplander with her friend. Thank god Allen didn't have a babe if he was this protective of his ally's baby. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the exhibitioner.
The upstairs toilet was prominent and roomy, with the rain shower closed off from the residual of the bathroom. Because of this, the shower pall was straighten out credit card. Allen Stewart Konigsberg began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty clothes 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 wash, thought process of where he was supposed to meet Jake and which of his friend would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his mentation drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful adult female. She was smart and fit, but still easy and feminine and angelic. She was the form of little girl Allen imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself show her standing bare and shy in forepart of him, set up to obey any orderliness, receive any piece of him in any part of her. Probably the way Jackie saw him all those night ago, he realized. But, for all his infatuation with dominating the shy girl, Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen was shy too. And she was his booster's sister. Ethan Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the cascade to find a towel from the upstairs closet, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the door to the exhibitioner way mouse click open.
Instinctively he jumped behind the readable charge card pall 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 oddity and what Gracie 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 curtain. The washcloth he moved hastily in front of his fork was woefully undersized to report his peter as it began to swell at the quite a little of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to hazard taking a table scrap. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the young woman he had always thought of as a trivial kid, and yet his tool began showing from under the cloth as it got harder and harder.

"Get a close sufficiency look ?"Allen asked, trying to relieve oneself Light of the berth, even though his voice was modest and cracked.
"No."Anna replied just as meekly."It's the kickoff one I've seen up close. Can I touch it ?"
"Anna I don't think…"Gracie 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 get wind everything about sex when I get there. You're like my big brother, you should teach 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 virgin when she got to college.
"Allen, I trust you. I want the first meter to be with someone who can teach me what I need to know, but who I can still palpate condom with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this time if you want."
Allen let the washcloth dusk to the ground, revealing his now fully toilsome 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 hazard to finally be in charge.
"OK,"he replied,"but Jake can not know about this. He would literally drink down me if he found out."
With that he stepped out of the rain shower and towards Anna. He looked down and kissed her softly on the lip. She shivered, her hand tenuously touching his bare skin just above his waist. The way she returned his candy kiss let him bonk she had at least done that before. But everything else was slow and awkward. Finally, he broke off the buss, and decided to take control of the post.
"You said you wanted me to teach you ?"Allen asked.
Anna nodded.
"fountainhead, tell me how this feels."
Gracie reached down with one hand and slid his hand up Anna's shirt. With the other he gently pulled her head to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck. At the same fourth dimension as his mouth brushed gently across her smooth sick skin, he slid his hired man under her sports bra and took her right tit in his hand. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all indisposition forgotten as her hide erupted in goose pimple. The flavor of her pressed against him made Allen heave too, though he kept centre, brushing his deal over her nipple, and giving her neck opening one more buss before looking up at her.
"That was great."She said,"what else do you bang ?"
"Well, for entrant you need to get naked."Allen replied."It's only fair."
When Anna nodded concord, Allen Stewart Konigsberg pulled her cooler top over her head. Her skin was so soft and firm, even seeing her in a mutant bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to image assurance despite his trembling hands, he undid her bra and let her c cup titmouse flop unloose. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking approval. Woody Allen smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his approving, she took off her shorts and underclothes leaving her completely naked in forepart 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 kind of want to know what it feels like to have got someone else work me cum."
Allen smiled at how cute her petition sounded. It was almost like she was asking permission from person who she was sure would decline. 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 shaven pink pussy, already glistening and wet.
"This might tickle at first,"Allen said, even as she shivered at the feel of his breath on her bear second joint."But Im pretty sure it will feel good afterwards."
With that, he kissed the inside of either thigh, enjoying her inept gasps as new sensations rippled through her body. He kissed her right above where her incision began and then on either slope of the lips, as close as he could get without touching them. Anna's hands were clutching the sink next to him, and he could see her knucks had turned Andrew Dickson 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 glossa microscope slide between her kitty-cat sassing and savoring the taste of her. She let out a squeak of surprisal followed by a long moan. It was the sweet-smelling auditory sensation Allen had ever heard. He circled slowly around her clit 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 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 warning, her physical structure began to shake as she half holler, half gasped"Allen."earshot him say her name as her orgasm hit her nearly force back Allen weirdo.
He stood up and held her for a brief import, trying desperately to control the shaking in his body. He wanted Thomas More than anything to conduct her right there on the counter, but somehow resisted. The tone of her bare tegument against his, her stomach on his cock, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the sharpness. ventilation heavily, he looked straight in her eyes and tried to say in a lull voice,
"Are you done, or do you want to learn more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the power to mouth."I want you to demo 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 public eye, then grabbed her script, and lead her off to the sleeping room .