“ 102. One C and Two Fucking Degrees."
Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one more prison term, then got reluctantly out. Allen Stewart Konigsberg was 19 years old, and home for the summer after his starting time class in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly oestrus and crushing humidity. But Gracie wasn't about to go home. He had worked hard to lose weightiness in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking step after step along the trail that served as his running route. The true pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree provided a little spectre, and he didn't have to palpate self conscious about the other base runner. There were beautiful female child and unnaturally fit guy wire at his old senior high school, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the slopped ass of a 17 yr 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 rest period of the kids around here, he was cute enough. He had straight clean brownness hair, stood at five 11, and was getting slight every day, with a all-inclusive bureau and a boyish face. At college he did O.K. with the girls, and had a couple of whirl to go back to the dorms on party dark. 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 fille. Running through the wood in the oppressive heat, he remembered that nighttime.
Jackie had been a abruptly girl, but that night she took up all of Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen's vision. After watching a movie on the sofa at Allen's business firm, her helping hand had strayed close to Allen's thigh. After about ten minute of uncomfortable maneuvering like only if 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 column inch cock. Allen would never bury that feeling. The resistance at first, and then giving way and swallowing him to his testis. The girl never lost a beat, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"Does that feel estimable ?"
Allen hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his body was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her pelvis against his….
The buzz of Gracie's phone snapped him out of his day dream, and he was suddenly very aware of how heavily he as ventilation. He slowed to a walk, wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt, and answered the telephone.
"Hi Gracie Allen, this is Anna. Jake wanted me to yell you and let you know he will be home plate this weekend. He wants you to come over when you get a chance."
"Okay."Ethan 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 self-justification he needed to foretell it quits. Jake had been the merely someone from heights schoolhouse he kept up with, but their differing schedules made it difficult to get together.
The driving over to Jake's business firm 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 tail of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventuresome like Allen. And also like Allen he loved to be outdoors. IT was almost certain 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 tuner he pulled onto the dirt road in front of Jake's house.
The house was marque new, but nobody would have guessed that coming down the private road. nobody would expect a new construction to be so far away from everything else, and this house was in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a net curvature in the route, Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not ostentatious planetary house. The front man porch was prospicient and wide, with Edward White columns lining the entry way. Gracie was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the pillar. Woody Allen also didn't see any cars in the private road.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in pinko boxershorts and a livid storage tank top that seemed to be the uniform for missy in this Town during the summertime month. The survive time Allen had seen her was two class ago when she was just a sophomore in high shoal. 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 piddling sister. Only she wasn't so minuscule now. Her formerly igniter browned hair was now light-haired with bar of white caused by so much time in the sun. Her gamy eyes were as brightly as ever, but somehow lost the innocence they always seemed to have got before. She was still light, just a bit over five metrical unit, but her soundbox was different. Her thigh were thicker, her hips wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the sodding angle from her otherwise bland torso. Allen swallowed hard but otherwise kept his composure, silently laughing off his feelings 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 midriff schooling."I'm good. ”."older year has been just as crazy as you warned me."“ But let's talk about that interior. It's way too hot out here."
"Is Jake waiting upstairs ?"Allen asked.
"No,"Anna replied."He had to run out to the schooltime to pay a bill or something. He said to await for him and ya'll could ride into township together and get something to eat."
Allen was a bit mixed-up, normally Jake was waiting to greet him, not Anna. Still, he followed her inside to the giant open living room of the mansion. There she jumped on her couch from behind like a track virtuoso taking a high jumping and waved Allen over to her. He walked around the other side of the couch and sat down, leaving a cushion between them and trying very hard not to think about the couch where Jackie took him all those twelvemonth ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every former time he had seen Anna, there had been a clear edge. She was always nice to Allen, and excited to see him, but also shy, nervous, and a little annoying. 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 equalize. To make thing sorry, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her stifle together and feet pulled back. The boxershorts she wore stretched back almost to her ass buttock and the outline of her pantie was faintly seeable. bad 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 spell. So tell me what college is like."Anna said.
"wellspring,"replied Allen,"It's a lot like high schooling, only there is no bed time, no prescript, and nobody asking where you are. As long as you go to social class, you can do whatever else you want. It's amazing how often free meter 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 rest home for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied 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. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen knew how much she loved to drown. She had been winning meet since mediate school. Even when she was pudgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age grouping. Ethan Allen could only suppose how very 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 gruelling to guess of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly impossible to cerebrate of her like the miss he met in schooling. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this clock time he could see the outline of her underclothes through her nylon short. He tried to picture her giving some boy the same offer he had been given by the girlfriend who asked him back. He tried to imagine her putting some freshman's hand down those pants and helping clash aside her panties…
"So how many girls have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling dullness.
Allen Stewart Konigsberg was too stunned to verbalise. Anna was his little Friend, a kid sister, just Jake's annoying shadow. Surely she meant how many girls had Allen kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of trend, but Allen Stewart Konigsberg was certainly he hadn't told her. He sheltered her from everything with the flimsy sexual undercurrent.
"Jackie's niggling sister is in my class,"Anna said, clearly seeing the look 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 daybook and her little sister read it."
Woody 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 baby. She said Jackie wrote about how she decided one night that she wanted you and took your virginity just because she could."
That component 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 ten. The missy had taken ascendance of the situation 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 shaft into herself. It wasn't until he was already in her that Gracie's instincts had taken over and he began doing some of the study.
"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."
"waiting,"Anna said,"the but fourth dimension 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 footling kid anymore Allen."She shot back. She only used his full gens when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated look and glanced down at her phone. Woody Allen tried very hard to gaze at anything other than her mammilla or the pocket-sized gap between her legs. Anna stared at her phone for a foresightful 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 admirer. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Allen said, grateful for another topic of conversation."tell him I'm going to run household and grab a shower."
"Don't be silly,"Anna said,"You practically live here. Use our shower. There's still a twain of bluejeans and a Tshirt from the lastly time you stayed over."
Woody 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 acquaintance about sex, and he was trusted Anna did the Same with her friends. Thank god Gracie didn't have a sister if he was this protective of his ally's sister. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the shower.
The upstairs bathroom was declamatory and roomy, with the cascade closed off from the rest of the bathroom. Because of this, the shower curtain was clear plastic. Allen began undressing casually, flipping his sweaty apparel into a pile in the turning point. After turning the H2O to barely warm ( the Confederate States was hot enough already ), he climbed in and began to wash, thinking of where he was supposed to meet Jake and which of his friends would be there with him. However, it wasn't long before his opinion drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful womanhood. She was smart and fit, but still sonant and feminine and angelical. She was the kind of girl Ethan Allen imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself picture her standing naked and shy in forepart 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 infatuation with dominating the shy daughter, Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen was shy too. And she was his friend's babe. Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the exhibitioner to retrieve a towel from the upstairs closet, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the door to the cascade room pawl unfold.
Instinctively he jumped behind the clear plastic drapery 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 feeling of wonder 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 shower curtain. The washcloth he moved hastily in front of his genitalia was woefully undersized to cover his tool as it began to swell up at the muckle of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to risk taking a tabular array scrap. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the girlfriend 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 flavor ?"Allen asked, trying to pass water Light of the state of affairs, even though his phonation 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 Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen. I'm going to college in a few month. I don't want to larn everything about sex when I get there. You're like my big pal, you should teach me these things."
Allen looked closely at her and realized she meant it. She didn't looking like she was joking or making fun of him. She was really concerned about being a virgin when she got to college.
"Allen Stewart Konigsberg, I trust you. I want the first time to be with someone who can teach me what I need to know, but who I can still find safe with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this sentence if you want."
Allen let the flannel declivity to the land, revealing his now fully arduous cock. He didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that he couldn't round her down. This was his chance, to finally get over the miss that had taken all of his authority ; his chance to finally be in charge.
"okay,"he replied,"but Jake can not know 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 manus tenuously touching his bare pelt just above his waistline. The way she returned his kiss let him know she had at least done that before. But everything else was slow and awkward. Finally, he broke off the candy kiss, and decided to take control of the situation.
"You said you wanted me to learn you ?"Gracie asked.
Anna nodded.
"wellspring, severalise me how this feels."
Gracie reached down with one hand and slid his hand up Anna's shirt. With the former he gently pulled her head to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck. At the Sami time as his sassing brushed gently across her legato sick cutis, he slid his hand under her sports bra and took her justly tit in his hand. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all indisposition forgotten as her skin erupted in goosebumps. The feel of her pressed against him made Allen heave too, though he kept focused, brushing his hired man over her nipple, and giving her neck one more kiss 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 agreement, Gracie Allen pulled her armoured combat vehicle top over her head. Her peel was so delicate and firm, even seeing her in a sports bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to envision self-assurance despite his trembling bridge player, he undid her bra and let her c cup tits flop free. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking commendation. Allen Stewart Konigsberg smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his approving, she took off her shorts and underwear leaving her completely naked in front of him.
Allen took a minute to admire her even as she gazed impatiently from her raw course to his. Finally he asked"Is there anything you want to try first ?"
Anna looked sheepishly at him before mutter,"I sort of want to bang what it feels like to have someone else make me cum."
Allen smiled at how precious her request sounded. It was almost like she was asking permission from person who she was sure would reject. Then he set the towel on the sink and indicated Anna should sit on it. She did so, and he gently spread her branch which she had instinctively crossed to hide herself. Between them he found her perfectly shaven pink pussy, already glistening and wet.
"This might vibrate at first,"Allen said, even as she shivered at the feel of his breathing space on her bear thigh."But Im pretty sure it will finger safe afterwards."
With that, he kissed the interior of either thigh, enjoying her awkward gasp as new sensations rippled through her body. He kissed her right above where her prick began and then on either side of the lips, as close as he could get without touching them. Anna's hands were clutching the swallow hole 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 snatch from bottom to top, letting his glossa slide between her puss backtalk and savoring the taste of her. She let out a squeak of surprise followed by a farsighted groan. It was the sweet-smelling audio Woody Allen had ever heard. He circled slowly around her clit a few metre before licking it gently. When she began grinding her rosehip involuntarily he picked up the pace a bit, though still careful to be lenify. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hip continued to bray against his fount, and her respiration became faster and faster. Then, without warning, her consistency began to shake as she half cried, half gasped"Allen."Hearing him say her name as her coming hit her nearly drove Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen nutcase.
He stood up and held her for a brief present moment, trying desperately to contain the quiver in his body. He wanted more than anything to take her right there on the counter, but somehow resisted. The feel of her bare skin against his, her stomach on his peter, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the edge. Breathing heavily, he looked straight in her oculus and tried to say in a calm voice,
"Are you done, or do you want to learn more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the power to talk."I want you to show me everything."
Gracie struggled to preserve 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 entirely one here, stayed behind for a swim meet."
Woody Allen only gave her a sardonic disapproving glare, then grabbed her script, and direct her off to the bedroom .