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Reminder: This story, as well as all characters in it, are real. However, all names including my own have been changed for privacy. Also, ALL characters within this story are now above 18 years old and have been for a few years.
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The summer before senior year flew by in a whirlwind. In travel soccer, me and my team made another deep run in the State Cup like the year before, doing well enough to get invited to a national-level tournament in the middle of July. Unfortunately, we crashed out of that one pretty early on- California teams are no joke.
To make matters worse, this school year would be starting early, at the very start of August. Throughout my time in high school, the board had been fairly erratic with their decisions on when we started a new year, at one time choosing to not return until after Labor Day. This was the earliest we’d ever started, though.
Other things had been going on besides soccer. Heather started dating a guy called Chad, who just graduated with Jackson from that private school. For a girl who loves getting around while she’s single, Heather’s also faithful to whoever she does get into a relationship with. Because of this, for the time being our relations status reverted from best friends with benefits to just best friends. Funnily enough, around the same time, Brent started dating Chad’s younger sister, Claire, who’ll be a sophomore this term.
I suppose it’s just as well I had popped Chassidy’s cherry back in the middle of June, then. Having successfully got her addicted to my dick, plus the rich loads of semen I would pump into her fresh pussy, we would frequently meet up and fuck down the lonely dirt road near to where she and Heather live. To my delight I learned that, for reasons I don’t quite understand still, Chassidy can have orgasms even more easily than Heather can, something I had suspected during her deflowering.
As I just mentioned, Chassidy was now extremely eager to take advantage of the fact she was on the pill, much like Heather and even more so than Kat, so I had full license to fill her up with spunk. All the same, I now started ensuring I had condoms on me just in case she didn’t want to get loaded up for a change. I’d pushed my luck when I creampied her against her wishes that first time, and I didn’t feel like pushing it again if she asked me to pull out.
Anyways, the last Friday before we returned to school came all too quickly. Kat had arranged for another get-together for our extended group of friends at her family lake house. But Chassidy couldn’t be there, let alone spend the night with me. She had gone with her family to Panama City Beach for the weekend, one last getaway before school. I was feeling a bit frustrated (sexually) due to this; we hadn’t hooked up again in a little over a week, and even at that age I wasn’t one to masturbate very often, if at all, to ease the tension. So all that is why, as I’m pulling up to the lake house, my balls are practically demanding I find a girl who’s willing to give them some sweet relief.
I consider just asking Kat to later lend a helping hand (and mouth) as I walk in, but decide to see who all’s here first. My desirability stock seems to have risen in the past few months, so any number of the cheerleaders and soccer girls who’ll be here shortly might be happy to sleep with me, or at the very least agree to go on a date next Friday night, at which point I might then try my luck. I still have to rule out Madison: she’s taken still.
I’m early again. Most everyone shows up somewhere around three, which is almost an hour away. But I saw what vehicles are out in the front yard, so I know that Kat’s not alone here. Brent, Devin, and Dwayne are here, as is Bristal. All of them are sitting in the living room area watching one of the older Terminator movies on TV.
For once, the girl in question is definitely not a cheerleader. Bristal does softball and soccer instead, and already has a few college offers for both sports. Like Kat, Heather, Devin, and Brent, she’s been a part of my core group of friends since we were all around the age of ten. She doesn’t get to hang out with us in the parking lot after school, though, as she’s been in the work-based program since the moment she had both her driver’s license and car- she’ll leave school before lunch for work and comes back only just in time to practice. She also abhors parties like those that Jackson throws. If anything, she’d rather just hang with a small group of friends, maybe drink a glass of wine, although this is only the first time she’s been able to attend a lake-house meeting due to work and vacations. She’s such a sweet girl, bubbly and shy at the same time, and it’s not often that she’s seen without a smile on her face.
Bristal is about Heather’s height (5 foot 8 inches), and is a blue-eyed blond like Chassidy. She used to have waist-long hair, although in February she had it cut to shoulder-length. It’s grown back down to her collar-bone now. Like everyone else here but İstanbul Escort me, she’s already in her (sunset-orange) bathing suit, which helps her to proudly show off how in shape she is: a curvy waist, wide hips, sizable C-cup tits, incredible abs, long and powerful legs every guy in school has fantasized being between, even a noticeable muscle tone in her arms.
Like Chassidy, she’d been dating a baseball and football player, Elias, but they broke up back in November (he’s both starting pitcher and quarterback). Elias tried to play it off as irreconcilable differences. Me and my group know the truth: she refused to let him take her virginity, and while he was still banking on having it eventually, he grew impatient and cheated on her. When she’d learned of it, Bristal had confronted him about it, and left him on the floor holding what was left of his broken nuts.
Even though I had a big crush on Madison, for some time I’d been thinking of asking Bristal out, an idea that constant sex sessions with Heather and now Chassidy had not eliminated.
When I walk in, she’s the one sitting closest to the door, and first to greet me.
“Hey, Scott,” she says with a sweet smile, getting up and giving me a hug. I notice she holds on to me a second or two longer than she’d normally do.
“Hey, Bristal. How’s your summer been?” I ask her as I bro-hug Brent and the other guys, get my now customary butt-gripping hug with Kat, then we sit down. I’m on one end of a couch, Brent’s on the other end, Bristal’s between us.
“It’s been boring. I’ve had to work a lot more than I wanted to. Boss man keeps calling me in when I’m supposed to be off, says I’m needed ’cause they’re always short-handed,” she says with a mildly exasperated shrug.
“Sure he doesn’t just want you there to check you out?” Devin says. Kat and Dwayne snicker while I smirk.
Bristal snorts before replying. “No, not JUST to check me out. He does spend a lot of time doing that while I’m there, though. But since all he’s done is look so far, I wouldn’t mind it, at all . . . IF I was eighteen . . . AND if he wasn’t married already.” She rolls her eyes.
Everyone chuckles except for Brent. He doesn’t even crack a smile at all, but does frown rather grumpily. Everyone knows why: while he’s in a relationship now and he’s definitely not going to do anything to jeopardize that, ever since eighth grade there’s been this little something going on between him and Bristal. They’ve both admitted separately that they are attracted to each other and have wanted to be together, but all this time there’s been this fear that any possible breakup they might go through would completely ruin their friendship. Hence why they’ve dated other people instead.
Brent finally speaks at we stop chuckling. “You really should report him for harassment.”
Bristal shrugs. “I did think of doing that. But he’s not pressing his luck, and he also pays pretty well.” She looks away from the TV and notices the serious look on Brent’s face. “Don’t worry, butthead, if he tries anything, being reported will be the LAST thing he has to worry about. If anything, he’ll end up like Elias. Either that, or he’ll WISH he got off as “easy” as Elias did.”
Brent doesn’t look content with this promise, but drops the issue. The group returns to watching the movie and small-talk about our class schedules- Open House had been held the day before. We briefly go quiet to watch an advertisement for the Captain America, First Avenger movie during a commercial.
Three o’clock comes and goes, and a few others show up, including Heather, but as she’s now taken our hug isn’t as affectionate and suggestive as it has been since January. Now that everyone’s here, we decide to get started. I change in the bathroom into my swim shorts and we grab some glasses, a few bottles of wine, then go out and onto the boat. It’s become a bit of a custom to take the boat out to the middle of the lake, turn up the radio, then dance to the music and drink for a while. It’s a pretty big boat, more than capable of holding over two dozen somewhat rowdy teenagers. Today, though, attendance is down so there’s even more room on board.
It’s while we’re out here that I decide to make a move on Bristal. While our get-togethers never get anywhere near as wild as Jackson’s parties, it’s still a group of hormonal teens who are sometimes looking to get their rocks off. So my trying to woo Bristal into spending the night with me here is well within the ordinary; this is normally the time some of the guys start casually pairing up with a girl they want, if they’re both single and she’s willing, that is.
Bristal won’t give in to desire easily, though. Chassidy had recently been cheated on and as such was more willing to give in a horny guy’s advances, and far quicker. Bristal, however, had spurned the sexual advances of the most popular guy in the school while dating him- and had remained a virgin afterwards even though she definitely could’ve hooked İstanbul Escort bayan up with anyone of her choice as payback. I’m committing to winning Bristal over, knowing full and well the chances I’ll fail are pretty high.
She’s leaning against the port side railing with a glass of wine in hand, watching everyone else getting down. I sidle up next to her and we tap our drinks together, she smiles. For a second we just stand there in silence, looking on as Brent and Heather are dancing together- for once, it’s not a sexually suggestive boogey, unlike what’s going on between Kat and Dwayne.
Bristal nods in Kat and Dwayne’s direction. “Since when did this start?” She giggles as Dwayne’s bulging crotch makes obvious contact with Kat’s juicy tail.
I shrug. “I don’t know. Seems new to me.” I turn away. Seeing Kat rub her butt on Dwayne is just reminding me of the pent-up sexual energy I need to let out.
A strand of hair keeps being blown into Bristal’s face by the breeze, and she casually brushes it out of the way. Next time it nearly pokes into her eye, I take a hold of it and pin it back behind her ear for her, maintaining eye contact with Bristal. She smiles sheepishly and looks away, her cheeks flushing pinker than normal.
“Aw, are you blushing?” I ask quietly in a sing-song manner.
She laughs and shakes her head. “No, Scott. The sun’s really bright and I’ve got sensitive skin.”
Well, she’s telling part of the truth. I pretend to not buy it at all though and continue to tease her.
“Nah, you’re blushing. See?” I keep up, pointing at her face. She laughs again and waves my hand away, turning her face away so I can’t look her in the eye.
I put my arm around her and squeeze. She struggles to break free, but she’s still smiling, her eyes still full of laughter, so I know she’s not rejecting my touch in disgust. I slowly remove my hand from her opposite shoulder and place it on the railing right behind her. She settles back against my arm and flashes another smile at me while leaning a little closer. I return her smile.
Over the past three years or so now, I’ve seen Brent do this to Bristal multiple times. He’ll tease her, she’ll lean away giggling, then he pulls her back to his side to make her laugh harder, then she’ll ease up against him like she’s doing to me now. I honestly don’t know why they’re so afraid of dating each other- well, of course I do, but I don’t know why they still haven’t at least tried to take the risk on the chance it worked out, all the same- but at the moment I’m not complaining. I take her leaning on my arm as a good sign to move forward.
We both finish off our drinks at the same time, I take her glass and place it along with mine in a cup holder to my right. I offer her my hand.
“Fancy a dance, Bristal?” I ask her, a bit shyly. For whatever reason my nerves are kicking in a bit, that butterfly feeling flutters through my gut for a moment. At least it doesn’t show on my face.
“Sure,” Bristal says, nodding and taking my hand. I lead her out onto the middle of the boat where most everyone else is dancing out, and we get to it.
Brent notices us as we walk over, but he just gives me an approving nod and turns his attention back to Heather. Bro code’s stamp of approval confirmed.
The last time I had danced had been over Spring Break, with a certain brunette who’s only a couple feet away to my right, gyrating with Brent. But it turns out I still remember some of the moves and forms, and better yet, Bristal also knows them, so it quickly turns into an entertaining move-and-shake for the both of us, especially when Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” and “Beat It” are played.
As we’re dancing, I start to slowly ratchet up the contact between me and Bristal. At first, it’s just a brush of my hand on her waist here, another on her shoulder there, all met with wide smiles. When this set of classical music that I’m sure was played at one point in the fourth Harry Potter movie comes on, we’d hold hands and each other’s waist, and at one point in the chorus I’d grab her just under the ribs and lift her up, spinning her around just like in the movie (Kat and her family have an unusually varied taste in music, don’t they?). The last time I’m supposed to pick her up, I go for a little humor: I squat down and wrap my arms around her thighs, just under her butt, then lift her up and spin. Bristal gives off a delighted squeal and laugh, but also pops me on the back of the head, demanding that I let her down. The pleased look in her eyes, though, reveals that she liked it.
About half past five, Kat steers the boat back to the house and everyone heads back in. Most of the half dozen plus girls head upstairs with Kat, but me and the other nine or ten guys stay in the living room- gaming time. Brent hooks up his Xbox to the TV, connects to the internet, and boots up Halo Reach. Me and the guys had decided we want to see how long we can stay alive on Firefight mode, legendary Escort İstanbul difficulty. The controllers are handed out to me, Brent, Dwayne, and a football player called Drake.
Bristal stays down here with us, as she enjoys gaming, too. Me and Brent are back in our spots on the same couch from earlier, but Bristal has chosen to sit on the armrest next to me, instead of between us, sipping some sweet tea. Occasionally she reaches over and runs her fingers through my hair, something she’s done plenty of times with Brent but has, in nearly eight years of friendship, never done with me. Which means I’m making progress.
However, in my gut I know Bristal won’t be bedding with me tonight. So getting her on a date is my only option.
What with it being set to legendary, me and the guys are killing it in Firefight. It’s half past seven when the pizza arrives, and we pause the game to eat. I think we’d combined for a total of maybe five or six lost lives, something we’ve never matched to this day.
After grabbing a couple beef slices, I sit on a stool at the counter between Bristal and Brent. They’re talking about a date that Brent’s taking his girlfriend on tomorrow night. Movie night.
“Which movie are y’all seeing?” I ask, taking a bite of pizza.
Brent swallows a mouthful of pepperoni pizza, then nods toward the TV. “That Captain America one, advertising earlier. Claire and her family are Marvel fans like us. We’re going to the theater in Preston for the eight o’clock feature.”
This gives me an idea, although I don’t act on it just yet. Perhaps I’ll ask Bristal to go on a date with me to watch it, as well. I’ve definitely been wanting to see that movie, too, and I know Bristal does too. This would be mutually beneficial.
It’s small talk after that until we’re done and go back to continue with Halo. Bristal finished eating first and went to change into a white tank top and blue short shorts.
Bristal looks at Brent. “Mind if I play?”
“Alright,” he says, handing her his controller.
“How often do you play Halo, Bristal?” I ask.
“Not often,” she replies as she sits back down on the armrest right next to me. She’s a beast at playing Call of Duty games, but that won’t necessarily translate to Halo, which requires more strategy even in the campaign. All the same, it’s not long before she goes from being the one responsible for most of the team’s lost lives to the one who’s saving our asses, even when all “skull” challenges activate at the end of a round. The net result is that we end up surviving until a quarter after eleven, when we finally get wiped out; by then Dwayne and Drake had handed their controllers off to other guys. And as is to be expected, Bristal’s the last one alive.
We both get up to put the controllers on the counter where Brent will retrieve them in a bit before leaving. Along the way, I playfully pop Bristal on the butt, making it jiggle.
Before she can do anything more than say my name in (mock?) protest as she turns to me, I say, “‘Not much,’ huh, Bristal? You were killing it, ESPECIALLY for someone who doesn’t play Halo much.”
“G G, Scott,” she smirks, G G being gamer speak for “good game” in case someone didn’t know. “I’m about to go.” She waves to Kat and Brent, who wave back to acknowledge her departure.
“Alright, let me walk you to your car,” I say, interrupting her as she was about to hug me. She says okay. We step out into the warm night.
As we reach her car- a white Mercedes identical to the one Heather drives- which is parked on the opposite side of the road, I lean against the back left door, and Bristal stops to find out why.
“Would you like to go watch Captain America with me tomorrow?” I ask her.
The lawn lights across the road are bright enough to let me see that she looks a bit surprised, but pleased at the same time. She smiles and nods.
“Yes, I would, Scott. How about we meet up with Brent and Claire, for a double date? I’ll text him in a sec.”
That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I roll with it. “Alright, seems good to me.” I grin a bit shyly. This time I do feel the color rising in my cheeks, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
We say bye and I walk back to the house. Bristal drives off just as I reach the door. When I walk in, Brent’s at the counter on his phone, texting as most everyone else heads out the door. He looks up and sees me, nods and raises his phone. Bristal’s message and his positive reply.
“So,” he begins. “Is this just to get in her pants, or an actual date kind of date?”
“An actual date kind of date,” I tell him. “Although, if she’s willing, I might choose to get in her pants.”
He nods. As with Heather and Kat, we’d long ago agreed that if either one of us had a chance to have sex with Bristal, we’d take it, and both of us had been with the former two girls at least a couple times. It’s guys like Bristal’s boss that Brent gets angry about. But I know that Brent would only approve of me taking Bristal if it was during a situation like a date.
“Well, I suppose it’s alright, Scott. I mean, I’m with Claire anyways, and she’s already told me she wants to find a quiet place to park after the movie, so I can be her first time,” he admits. We both share a quick grin.