Join Me

Join Me
by Chloe Tzang
© 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.

This story was written for the Literotica 2019 “750 Word Project”, where every story has to be exactly 750 words (based on MS Word count of the story itself, not counting titles, headers, notes or any of that extra wordage). Written over one pot of coffee, coz really, 750 words can barely do justice to an introductory sentence, here’s my little contribution, and do hope you enjoy….. Chloe

* * * Join Me * * *
“Did you enjoy skiing, Jenny?” Mr. Day asks. We’re cleaning up after dinner in the lodge. He’s one of my teachers. I have a crush on him. He knows.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m sore though.”

He grins. “I’m going to soak in the hot tub, later. Join me.”

“It’s too crowded,” I say.

His grin grows. “At midnight.”

“Lights out is eleven,” I say.

He chuckles. “We’ll have it to ourselves.”

“What about the chaperones?” Seriously? I’m asking that?

“They’re old. They sleep early.”

“Maybe,” I say.

He grins and walks away.

“What did he want?” Brett asks. My boyfriend. “Was he hitting on you?”

“No.”

“Go for a walk?”

“I’m tired,” I yawn. I don’t want to make out. That’s what he wants. I’m thinking of breaking up with him. He’s too pushy.

I keep thinking about him. I’m thinking when Penny turns the lights out. I’m thinking at midnight. At five minutes past, I’m in my wrap, a towel in one hand, padding through the lodge. Why didn’t I bring a swimsuit.

I can’t see the tub through the glass doors. Steam rises above the bushes that hide it and its freezing out there. It’s snowing. This is crazy. Is he even there? My heart pounds. I push the door open, step outside. The snow freezes my bare feet. I’m going to feel silly if he’s not there but he is, alone in the tub.

“Hi,” I say.

He smiles. “Jenny.”

I shrug my wrap off. My hands shake as I join him. The water is beautiful. Hot.

“Nice swimsuit.” He grins.

“I didn’t bring one.” The t-shirt I wear covers my panties. Just. I hold it down anyway as I slide in, leaving my shoulders exposed. He’s looking at me and my heart has gone wild. I’m scared. I’m excited. My t-shirt turns transparent, clinging to me, a second skin.

“I’m happy you didn’t,” he says and I’m having a heart attack as his hand reaches out, takes mine and I move for him.

I’ve kissed and made out with Brett, but the way Mr. Hay’s kisses me, it’s pure magic and I’m straddling him, my hands on his shoulders, my mouth opens wide and his hand is at the back of my head as his tongue slides into my mouth and that kiss goes on and on and on. Something hard is pressing against me. My heart jolts. He’s naked.

His cock is between us, pressing against me through my panties. When his hands remove my panties, remove my t-shirt, I help him. I hold him as he touches me. So big and hard. I stroke him, feeling his finger in me.

“Jenny?” He lifts me.

“Yes,” I moan, guiding him.

“Owwww.” I gasp, sinking down onto him. He stretches me, enters me, thick and hard. I’m slippery wet inside. I bite my bottom lip at that sudden sharp pain and then it’s gone. His hands work me irresistibly down onto him and it’s strange. Strange and exciting. Thrilling. I want all of him. His cock works upwards inside me. I get what I want. He’s all in me. Where we join, I’m pressed against him and I don’t care about anything because him in me is so good, pressing against me everywhere inside and I can’t stop moaning and shivering.

My arms wind around his neck. I bury my face in that curve of his neck and shoulder. I moan and I sob as his hands move me on him. His cock moves inside me. It’s nothing like I thought it would be. It’s better. So much better. His body is all muscles. My breasts press against his chest. I want more. He wants more.

He lifts me. Hands under my butt, my legs around his waist. On my back on the wooden platform, our towels under me, icy cold. I don’t care. His weight on me, my legs parted wide, he’s fucking me. Hard thrusts. He plunges deep. I arch beneath him, feet kicking high, hands clutching at his shoulders, sobbing, moaning as he takes me.

He grunts with every thrust, his mouth seals to mine, muffling my cries. I’m there. I climax, a wave of pleasure leaving me limp as his cock plunges deep, throbs inside me, pulses and he’s finishing in me. Hot thick spurts. He’s done. It’s over. My first time.

I kiss him before we go inside.

“Friday night?” he asks me.

I know what he wants.

“Yes,” I whisper.

* * * The End * * *