“ 102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees."
Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one more time, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 years old, and home for the summertime after his first twelvemonth in college. And in Confederate States Carolina, that meant dealing with the iniquitous heat and crushing humidity. But Gracie wasn't about to go home. He had worked hard to lose system of weights in college, and he would not slip back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking stride after step along the trail that served as his running route. The true pine tree diagram provided a little shade, and he didn't have to find self conscious about the former runners. There were beautiful young woman and unnaturally fit guys at his old high up school, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the crocked ass of a XVII twelvemonth old girl bounce slightly as it faded into the aloofness with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn't to say Gracie wasn't capable. He was still Thomas Young. And while he wasn't cut out of marble like the residue of the shaver around here, he was cute enough. He had straight light brown haircloth, stood at five eleven, and was getting slight every day, with a broad thorax and a boylike typeface. At college he did approve with the girlfriend, and had a couple of offers to go back to the dorm on political party Night. Ethan Allen was flattered, but declined. He was shy, and couldn't seem to toast enough in a Nox to get over it. Gracie had only ever been with one lady friend. Running through the forest in the oppressive heat, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a short little girl, but that nighttime she took up all of Gracie's vision. After watching a movie on the couch at Allen's theater, her helping hand had strayed close to Allen's thigh. After about ten bit of uncomfortable maneuvering like only teenager could accomplish, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his trouser off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight column inch cock. Gracie would never leave that feeling. The resistance at foremost, and then giving way and swallowing him to his balls. The young woman never lost a pulsation, moaning softly, then staring at him.
"DOE that feel good ?"
Allen Stewart Konigsberg hadn't answered. He couldn't. Everything in his body was focused on one thing.
"Yes….. no… maybe ?"Jackie had asked, grinding her rosehip against his….
The bombination of Gracie'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 manner of walking, wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt, and answered the phone.
"Hi Ethan Allen, this is Anna. Jake wanted me to call in you and let you know he will be abode 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 one-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 Charles Herbert Best admirer wanting to see him, he had the apology he needed to call it quits. Jake had been the exclusively person from high school he kept up with, but their differing docket made it hard to get together.
The ride 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 hind end of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Woody Allen. And also like Allen he loved to be exterior. IT was almost sure that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and dirty anyway. After a few arcminute of listening to increasingly obnoxious songs on the receiving set he pulled onto the crap road in front of Jake's house.
The house was brand new, but nobody would possess guessed that coming down the crusade. Nobody would have a bun in the oven a new building to be so far away from everything else, and this household 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 ostentatious house. The look porch was long and all-embracing, with white editorial lining the entering way. Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the editorial. Gracie also didn't see any railway car in the driveway.
"Hello Anna, how are you ?"
Anna waived. She was dressed in pinko short and a white tank top that seemed to be the uniform for girls in this town during the summer calendar month. The cobbler's last time Allen had seen her was two long time ago when she was just a sophomore in gamey School. Back then she had seemed so young. He thought of Jake as his crony, so it was only raw he thought of Anna like a small Sister. Only she wasn't so little now. Her formerly get off Brown hair was now blond with streak of Andrew D. White caused by so very much metre in the sun. Her blue eyes were as bright as ever, but somehow lost the purity they always seemed to induce before. She was still short, just a bit over five feet, but her consistency was different. Her thighs were thicker, her articulatio coxae wider, and her white meat were sticking out at the perfect angle from her otherwise flat torso. Woody Allen swallowed hard but otherwise kept his composure, silently laughing off his impression 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 middle schooltime."I'm good. ”."fourth-year 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 school to pay a bill or something. He said to wait for him and ya'll could ride into township together and get something to eat."
Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen was a bit confused, normally Jake was waiting to recognize him, not Anna. Still, he followed her inside to the giant star open air living way of the house. There she jumped on her couch from behind like a track whizz taking a high school jump and waved Ethan Allen over to her. He walked around the former side of the lounge and sat down, leaving a shock between them and trying very hard not to mean about the lounge where Jackie took him all those years ago. It wasn't just that Jake wasn't there. Every former time he had seen Anna, there had been a acquit boundary. She was always courteous to Gracie, and excited to see him, but also shy, skittish, and a little annoying. Like a kid babe. Now, her consistency language was totally different. She beckoned him to the lounge, invited him in, and talked to him as an equal. To draw issue high-risk, she was now splayed out on the couch, laying on her back with her knee joint together and fundament pulled back. The drawers she wore stretched back almost to her ass cheeks and the outline of her pantie was faintly visible. Worse than that, she didn't care in the least that Gracie could see.
"Like I said, Jake will be back in a footling while. So recount me what college is like."Anna said.
"Well,"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 class, you can do whatever else you want. It's amazing how a great deal free fourth dimension you have."
Anna smiled."That sounds incredible. I'm so tired of multitude looking over my shoulder the unharmed clock time I'm in school. And at home for that matter."
"Yeah,"replied Gracie Allen ,."It's great. Like if you wanted to lease go swim at the gym at nine at night nobody would say anything."
Anna smiled again. Allen knew how a good deal she loved to swim. She had been winning sports meeting since middle school. Even when she was pudgy kid she outpaced everyone else in her age chemical group. Allen could only ideate 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 expectation of being totally unleashed in college. It was hard to think of her as anything but a kid. It was nearly impossible to consider of her like the girls he met in schooling. Yet, he found himself glancing at her again, sure this fourth dimension he could see the abstract of her underwear through her nylon shorts. He tried to visualise her giving some boy the same offer he had been given by the missy who asked him back. He tried to reckon her putting some freshman's hired hand down those pants and helping brush aside her panties…
"So how many miss have you had since Jackie ?"Anna asked with startling bluntness.
Allen was too stunned to speak. Anna was his little acquaintance, a kid baby, just Jake's annoying shadow. Surely she meant how many girls had Allen Stewart Konigsberg kissed since Jackie. But how did she even know about Jackie. Jake knew of course of action, 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 category,"Anna said, clearly seeing the look of mix-up on Woody Allen's face."She told me all about it concluding month. Apparently Jackie was bragging about you in her daybook and her little sis read it."
Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen finally found his Word of God, 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 babe. 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 exact, Allen admitted to himself. Jackie had been Allen's one and only, but he wasn't even sure he was in her firstly ten. The girl had taken ascendency of the position from the beginning. She had invited herself over, she had moved in to kiss him first, and she had slipped his deal under her underdrawers. Finally, she climbed on top of him and even pushed his prick 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 oeuvre.
"Yeah, Allen admitted out tatty. 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 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 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 little kid anymore Allen."She shot back. She only used his replete gens when she was mad at him."I'm 18 you know."
She shot him another exasperated tone and glanced down at her earphone. Allen tried very hard to stare at anything other than her mammilla or the little gap between her legs. Anna stared at her speech sound for a long minute, 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 supporter. He wants you to come."
"Ok,"Allen Stewart Konigsberg said, grateful for another topic of conversation."tell him I'm going to run home and snaffle 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 last time you stayed over."
Allen really thought that was a bad idea, but couldn't speck 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 Quaker about sex, and he was sure Anna did the same with her friends. Thank god Allen didn't have a sis if he was this protective of his supporter's baby. He didn't answer her. He Just nodded and headed upstairs to the shower.
The upstair lavatory was magnanimous and roommate, with the exhibitioner closed off from the rest of the lav. Because of this, the shower curtain was clear charge plate. 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 wash away, 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 thought process drifted back to Anna.
She had grown into a beautiful woman. She was hurt and fit, but still soft and feminine and angelic. She was the kind of lady friend Allen imagined taking, claiming as his own. He let himself image her standing naked and shy in front of him, cook to obey any order, receive any region 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 girl, Allen was shy too. And she was his friend's sister. Allen finished washing and was just stepping out of the shower to retrieve a towel from the upstairs closet, having just realized he forgot one when he heard the door to the exhibitor room click open.
Instinctively he jumped behind the clear plastic drape 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 look of oddity and what Gracie took to be confused foreplay. She looked him up and down tentatively, as if she might get in trouble for seeing him bare. Only then did Allen think back the see through exhibitioner drapery. The washcloth he moved hastily in movement of his genitalia was woefully undersized to cover his hawkshaw as it began to swell at the view of Anna eyeing him like a dog unsure if it wanted to lay on the line taking a mesa scrap. He just stood there, frozen, gazing hungrily at the girl he had always thought of as a trivial kid, and yet his putz began showing from under the fabric as it got harder and harder.

"Get a close enough look ?"Woody Allen asked, trying to make light of the situation, 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 affect 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 brother, you should teach me these things."
Allen looked closely at her and realized she meant it. She didn't feeling like she was joking or making fun of him. She was really concerned about being a Virgo the Virgin when she got to college.
"Allen, I trust you. I want the first of all prison term to be with mortal who can teach me what I need to get it on, but who I can still sense safe with."She smiled uncertainly before adding"I'll let you be the boy this meter if you want."
Ethan Allen let the washrag fall to the ground, revealing his now fully intemperately dick. 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 lady friend that had taken all of his sureness ; his chance to finally be in charge.
"okay,"he replied,"but Jake can not sleep with about this. He would literally vote out 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 hands tenuously touching his bare skin just above his waistline. The way she returned his candy kiss let him know she had at least done that before. But everything else was slow and awkward. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and decided to ask control of the billet.
"You said you wanted me to teach you ?"Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen asked.
Anna nodded.
"Well, tell me how this feels."
Allen 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 Saame time as his lips brushed gently across her unruffled sick hide, he slid his hand under her athletics bra and took her right hand tit in his manus. Anna shuddered and pushed into him, all indisposition forgotten as her pelt erupted in goosebumps. The feeling of her pressed against him made Allen puff too, though he kept focused, brushing his hand 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 tank top over her headland. Her skin was so cushy and business firm, even seeing her in a sports bra sent pants of desire through him. Next, trying to envision confidence despite his trembling hands, he undid her bra and let her c cup tits flop rid. She looked down at them and up at him, as if seeking approval. Gracie smiled warmly. Then, as if emboldened by his approval, she took off her shorts and underwear leaving her completely naked in movement of him.
Gracie 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 sort of want to have it off what it feels like to experience someone else make me cum."
Allen smiled at how cute her asking sounded. It was almost like she was asking permission from individual who she was sure would decline. Then he set the towel on the sink 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 pussy, already glistening and wet.
"This might vellicate at first,"Allen said, even as she shivered at the feel of his breath on her give birth second joint."But Im pretty indisputable it will feel good afterwards."
With that, he kissed the inside of either thigh, enjoying her ungainly gasps as new sensations rippled through her body. He kissed her right above where her puss began and then on either side of the lips, as close as he could get without touching them. Anna's manpower were clutching the sink next to him, and he could see her knuckles had turned tweed from grasping the sharpness so hard. She must be getting really frustrated he thought. Finally, he licked her pink slit from fanny to top, letting his natural language slide between her kitty-cat mouth and savoring the penchant of her. She let out a squeak of surprise followed by a retentive groan. It was the sweetest strait Allen had ever heard. He circled slowly around her clit a few clip before licking it gently. When she began grinding her pelvic girdle involuntarily he picked up the pace a bit, though still careful to be assuage. Despite the fact he wasn't really going at it, her hip continued to comminute against his expression, and her external respiration became faster and faster. Then, without word of advice, her dead body began to shake as she half cried, half gasped"Allen."audience him say her name as her climax hit her nearly drove Gracie Allen crazy.
He stood up and held her for a brief moment, trying desperately to control the shaking in his body. He wanted more than anything to require her right there on the heel counter, but somehow resisted. The feel of her bare skin against his, her venter on his stopcock, as he helped her down nearly sent him back over the sharpness. respiration heavily, he looked straight in her center and tried to say in a unagitated voice,
"Are you done, or do you want to learn more."
Anna, standing on wobbly legs finally regained the ability to verbalise."I want you to show me everything."
Gracie 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 townspeople to see Grandpa. I'm the only one here, stayed behind for a swim meet."
Allen only gave her a sardonic disapproving glare, then grabbed her helping hand, and lead her off to the bedroom .