Anal Teen Folly

I fell down onto her and trapped her, pinning her with the weight of my body. Once both of our bodies had stopped twitching she began to laugh, shaking my overly sensitive dick inside her tight ass. Putting my hand down to help guide it out I rolled off onto my back. "That was amazing" I said, closing my eyes.

"Yep" I could hear the giggle ready to spill out again, she couldn't resist and with a little giggle rolled onto her elbows so she was leaning against me, "Your Mum would be shocked, wouldn't she!!"

I couldn't think of my Mum at that moment, with my dick wet with pussy and ass juices mixed with my own cum, I did half a sit up and kissed her briefly on the lips. "That was amazing and I'd like to do it again" I told her.

"Sure thing. I liked what we did too" She smiled. "You'd better go have a shower before your mum smells you!"

She was right and I enjoyed the warm water cascading down me, holding my hands over my sensitive dick so that water didn't rain down on it. I washed and got out the shower. "Joy?" There wasn't a towel, "Joy?" As I looked out of her bathroom into her bedroom I realized that she had dressed and left, leaving her door open. The clothes of mine that had been spewed over the bedroom floor were gone. I shook what excess water I could get off myself and stood on the shower mat, "Joy?" I was definitely losing the joy. It was a minute when the dawning realization of what she was doing hit me. She'd taken the towels and my clothes. She was going to torture me.

I glanced at the clock, it said 4.06, I was meant to be home 6 minutes ago, there was going to be trouble when I got home, and going home naked... Well that would spell more than trouble and more than a few questions I didn't know how to answer.

Muttering to myself I went through her clothes and managed to find a baggy pair of blue pajama bottoms, at least they would have been baggy on her, on me they were tight and snug in places that my Mum wouldn't appreciate.

Scurrying down the stairs and running as fast as I could away from the chatting that seemed to be coming out of the kitchen, I raced out the back door and out the back gate to the footpath that lead past my house. I made it into my house before my Mum realized I was home. The berating for tardiness happened but by some miracle she didn't notice the lack of my uniform in the wash that night. As I lay in bed that evening, listening to the sounds of my family snoring through the paper thin walls I wondered what Joy setting me up and stealing my clothes meant; did it mean she wanted to upset me, get rid of me; or was it flirting? Girls were very strange, I knew that. I decided to put it to one side and decide tomorrow when I saw her at school.

What I didn't know then was that I would be seeing Joy before school and in a very different context from what I'd have hoped.