“ 102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees."
Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one Sir Thomas More clip, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 years old, and home for the summertime after his first year in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the sinful heat and crushing humidity. But Gracie Allen wasn't about to go dwelling. He had worked hard to lose system of weights in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking step after measure along the track that served as his running route. The true pine tree provided a small shade, and he didn't have to feel self conscious about the early runners. There were beautiful little girl and unnaturally fit guys at his old high school, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the tight ass of a seventeen year old girl bounce 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 unseasoned. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the residual of the kids around here, he was cute enough. He had straight illume embrown hair, stood at five XI, and was getting slimmer every day, with a broad chest and a boylike face. At college he did okay with the female child, and had a couple of offers to go back to the dorms on political party night. Allen was flattered, but declined. He was shy, and couldn't seem to drink enough in a night to get over it. Ethan Allen had only ever been with one little girl. Running through the forest in the tyrannical heat, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a shortsighted girl, but that Nox she took up all of Allen's vision. After watching a movie on the couch at Allen Stewart Konigsberg's house, her hired hand had strayed close to Gracie's thigh. After about ten mo of uncomfortable maneuvering like alone teenagers could accomplish, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his pants off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight inch putz. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen would never forget that feeling. The underground at first, and then giving way and swallowing him to his ball. The young woman never lost a measure, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Does that find good ?"
Allen hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his eubstance was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her pelvis against his….
The buzz of Allen's telephone snapped him out of his day aspiration, and he was suddenly very aware of how heavily he as breathing. He slowed to a paseo, wiped his sweaty hired man 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 dwelling this weekend. He wants you to come over when you get a chance."
"Okay."Gracie Allen replied,"Tell him I'll be over in a half hour."
With that he hung up the telephone and turned back towards his car. It was already hot, and he was already tired. With his best Quaker wanting to see him, he had the excuse he needed to promise it quits. Jake had been the only person from high schoolhouse he kept up with, but their differing docket made it difficult to get together.
The driving force 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 change of clothes, he threw a towel down on the tooshie of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Ethan Allen. And also like Allen 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 dirt road in front line of Jake's house.
The house was brand new, but nobody would experience 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 middle of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a final examination curve in the route, Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not pretentious house. The front porch was yearn and wide, with White River newspaper column lining the entering way. Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the pillar. Allen also didn't see any cars in the driveway.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in pink shorts and a Caucasian storage tank top that seemed to be the uniform for girlfriend in this townspeople during the summertime month. The last-place time Allen had seen her was two years ago when she was just a sophomore in mellow School. Back then she had seemed so young. He thought of Jake as his brother, so it was only rude he thought of Anna like a fiddling Sister. Only she wasn't so little now. Her formerly light chocolate-brown hair was now blond with stripe of Patrick Victor Martindale White caused by so much time 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 feet, but her physical structure was dissimilar. Her second joint were thicker, her pelvis wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the perfect Angle from her otherwise savorless torso. Allen swallowed firmly but otherwise kept his composure, silently laughing off his tone of foreplay 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 Ethan Allen when he first met her in center school."I'm good. ”."Senior year has been just as crazy as you warned me."“ But let's talking about that inside. It's way too hot out here."
"Is Jake waiting upstairs ?"Woody Allen asked.
"No,"Anna replied."He had to run out to the schoolhouse to pay a bill or something. He said to look for him and ya'll could ride into township together and get something to eat."
Gracie Allen was a bit confused, normally Jake was waiting to greet him, not Anna. Still, he followed her interior to the giant give living way of the house. There she jumped on her sofa from behind like a track principal taking a luxuriously leap 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 class ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every early clip he had seen Anna, there had been a exonerate edge. She was always nice to Allen, and excited to see him, but also shy, unquiet, and a slight annoyance. Like a kid sister. Now, her body language was totally different. She beckoned him to the couch, invited him in, and talked to him as an equal. To make matters defective, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her knees together and feet pulled back. The underdrawers she wore stretched back almost to her ass nerve and the outline of her panties was faintly visible. sorry 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 tell me what college is like."Anna said.
"Well,"replied Allen,"It's a lot like senior high school school, only there is no bed time, no convention, 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 resign time you have."
Anna smiled."That sounds incredible. I'm so tired of people looking over my shoulder the solid fourth dimension I'm in school day. And at house for that issue."
"Yeah,"replied Allen ,."It's keen. Like if you wanted to take go swim at the gym at nine at Night nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Woody Allen knew how a great deal she loved to swim. She had been winning meet since middle school. Even when she was roly-poly kid she outpaced everyone else in her age group. Allen could only imagine 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 prospect of being totally unleashed in college. It was hard to think of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly impossible to think of her like the girls he met in school. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this sentence he could see the abstract of her underwear through her nylon boxershorts. He tried to picture her giving some boy the same offer he had been given by the missy who asked him back. He tried to imagine her putting some fresher's mitt down those trouser and helping coppice aside her panties…
"So how many girls have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling bluntness.
Allen was too stunned to verbalize. Anna was his short friend, a kid sister, just Jake's annoying phantasma. Surely she meant how many girls had Ethan Allen kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of course, but Allen was sure as shooting he hadn't told her. He sheltered her from everything with the tenuous sexual undertone.
"Jackie's little baby is in my socio-economic class,"Anna said, clearly seeing the feel of confusion on Allen Stewart Konigsberg's face."She told me all about it last calendar month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her journal and her little sister read it."
Allen finally found his parole, 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 persona was accurate, Allen admitted to himself. Jackie had been Allen's one and only, but he wasn't even sure he was in her world-class ten. The girl had taken dominance of the situation from the beginning. She had invited herself over, she had moved in to kiss him first, and she had slipped his deal under her trunks. 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 workplace.
"Yeah, Allen admitted out loud. I was a Virgin, and she did what she wanted. And there haven't been any daughter since. None in college."
"Wait,"Anna said,"the merely 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 little kid anymore Allen."She shot back. She only used his full-of-the-moon public figure when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated look and glanced down at her sound. Allen tried very heavy to stare at anything early than her mammilla or the small gap between her peg. Anna stared at her telephone for a longsighted minute, and then texted something back. Allen was awkwardly staring at a statue on the pallium when she finally looked up.
"Jake says he is going out to dinner with some booster. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Allen said, grateful for another topic of conversation."tell him I'm going to run house and snap up 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 go time you stayed over."
Allen really thought that was a bad idea, but couldn't pinpoint 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, Allen gossiped to his Quaker about sex, and he was sure Anna did the like with her champion. Thank god Gracie Allen didn't have a sister if he was this protective of his booster's sister. 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 repose of the lav. Because of this, the shower pall was clear charge plate. Allen began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty clothes into a pile in the street corner. After turning the urine to barely warm ( the South was hot enough already ), he climbed in and began to wash, intellection of where he was supposed to conform to Jake and which of his friends would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his thoughts drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful cleaning woman. She was ache and fit, but still mild and feminine and sweet. She was the kind of young woman Allen imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself picture her standing naked and shy in figurehead of him, quick to obey any order, receive any share 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 lady friend, Allen was shy too. And she was his friend's Sister. Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the exhibitioner to retrieve a towel from the upstair press, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the door to the exhibitioner elbow room click heart-to-heart.
Instinctively he jumped behind the clear plastic curtain and pulled it around him as Anna walked in carrying his towel.
"I thought you might ask this."She said, blushing slightly, but still staring with a looking 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 nude. Only then did Gracie commend the see through lavish drapery. The face cloth he moved hastily in forepart of his fork was woefully undersized to get over his putz as it began to swell at the pot of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to adventure taking a mesa scrap. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the fille he had always thought of as a little kid, and yet his dick began showing from under the cloth as it got harder and harder.

"Get a close enough look ?"Allen asked, trying to micturate light of the situation, even though his voice was tame and cracked.
"No."Anna replied just as meekly."It's the start 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 Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen. I'm going to college in a few calendar month. I don't want to teach everything about sex when I get there. You're like my big brother, you should learn me these things."
Ethan 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.
"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 feel safe with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this clock time if you want."
Allen let the washcloth fall 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 bit 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.
"okeh,"he replied,"but Jake can not roll in the hay about this. He would literally pop 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 brim. She shivered, her hands tenuously touching his bare skin just above his waist. The way she returned his kiss let him know she had at least done that before. But everything else was slack and awkward. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and decided to take command of the situation.
"You said you wanted me to teach you ?"Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen asked.
Anna nodded.
"well, tell me how this feels."
Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen reached down with one hand and slid his hand up Anna's shirt. With the former he gently pulled her pass to one side and leaned down to kiss her cervix. At the same time as his brim brushed gently across her shine pale skin, he slid his manus under her mutation bra and took her decently tit in his hired man. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all reluctance forgotten as her peel erupted in goose pimple. The feel of her pressed against him made Gracie Allen gasp too, though he kept focused, brushing his hand over her pap, and giving her neck opening one more buss 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 accord, Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen pulled her tank top over her head. Her pelt was so soft and firm, even seeing her in a sports bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to project confidence despite his trembling hands, he undid her bra and let her c cup tits flop free. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking favorable reception. Allen smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his favorable reception, she took off her short pants and underwear leaving her completely naked in front line of him.
Allen Stewart Konigsberg took a moment 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 need to know what it feels like to stimulate someone else name me cum."
Allen smiled at how cute her petition sounded. It was almost like she was asking permission from individual who she was sure would decline. Then he set the towel on the sump and indicated Anna should sit on it. She did so, and he gently spread her pegleg which she had instinctively crossed to hide herself. Between them he found her perfectly shaved pink snatch, already glistening and wet.
"This might tickle at first,"Allen said, even as she shivered at the look of his breathing place on her tolerate thigh."But Im pretty for sure it will palpate good afterwards."
With that, he kissed the inside of either thigh, enjoying her awkward gasp as new sensations rippled through her body. He kissed her right above where her slit began and then on either incline of the backtalk, as close as he could get without touching them. Anna's deal were clutching the sink next to him, and he could see her knuckles had turned Caucasian from grasping the border so hard. She must be getting really frustrated he thought. Finally, he licked her pink pussy from butt to top, letting his spit sloping trough between her twat rim and savoring the discernment of her. She let out a squeak of surprise followed by a retentive moan. It was the sweetest sound Allen Stewart Konigsberg had ever heard. He circled slowly around her button a few times before licking it gently. When she began grinding her hip involuntarily he picked up the pace a bit, though still heedful to be entitle. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hips continued to labour against his face, and her respiration became faster and faster. Then, without monition, her trunk began to shake as she half cried, half gasped"Allen."Hearing him say her name as her orgasm hit her nearly aim Allen Stewart Konigsberg crazy.
He stood up and held her for a brief minute, trying desperately to see to it the shaking in his eubstance. He wanted more than anything to take her rightfulness there on the comeback, but somehow resisted. The feeling of her bare skin against his, her stomach on his pecker, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the edge. Breathing heavily, he looked straight in her center and tried to say in a calm voice,
"Are you done, or do you need to memorise more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the ability to speak."I want you to present 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 sole one here, stayed behind for a swim meet."
Gracie only gave her a sardonic disapproving glare, then grabbed her hand, and lead her off to the bedroom .