The Book of David Ch. 01

And so, after football practice, I returned to my house, resigned to an evening with hidden girlie magazines and my right hand. Hell, with no plans made I was tempted to actually join my parents and go see the stupid play... tempted... but not actually willing to go.

And so, my mom advised me that dinner was in the fridge and they hopped into Dad's Volvo and drove away.

Then at my lazy, teenaged pace, I managed to get up off the couch and start up the stairs to head for my bedroom.

I'd only gotten six steps up when the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes and turned around. What did they forget? And why wasn't my dad using his key or coming through the garage?

I peeked out the window and got a shock when I saw Ellie standing on the welcome mat. Quickly, I unbolted and opened the door. "Ellie?" I queried.

"Hey there, hunk!" She smiled brightly and then stepped forward into the house. "Gawd, I thought your parents would never leave." She walked right by me and then headed up the stairs.

My jaw waggled a few times trying to come up with something to say. Meanwhile, I just closed the door and then started following her. Damn her ass looked mighty fine in those jeans.

She'd made it to the second floor by the time I managed to blurt, "Uh, Ellie? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she flipped as her head turned left and right a few times before she continued on in a direct line for my bedroom.

"Uh, it looks like you're heading for my room."

"Exactly!" We'd both managed to walk into my room and the instant I crossed the doorway, Ellie turned around, wrapped her arms around my head and then planted a juicy kiss right onto my lips. Lightning crashed into us again, tingling all the way down my spine.

"Mmph!" I uttered in surprise, my mouth smothered by hers. This caused her only to pull my head tighter against hers as she massaged my lips with her own and she didn't let up until she felt my resistance crumble and my arms encircle her lithe body.

And just when I started to flow back into her kiss, Ellie released me and then turned around, walking further into my room. She looked around, appraising my movie posters and stereo equipment casually. My cassette tapes and compact discs had her attention. For a moment, she acted as if she'd never kissed me.

And then in a single, graceful movement, she twirled about and sat on my bed, leaning back with her arms propping her up and thrusting her chest out at me. "You know, when you mentioned during lunch that your family was going to be out tonight, I of course thought you were setting up a romantic rendezvous with Monica. But then when I realized you had no plans and Monica would be leaving you home all alone, well, I couldn't let that happen now could I?"

"You couldn't?"

"No!" Ellie grinned. She crooked a single finger to me, beckoning me towards her.

I carefully closed my bedroom door before approaching her. The fact that I closed it let her know that I was already halfway to surrender and feeling guilty about what we were about to do. Why else would I shut the door on an empty house?

Ellie just spread her legs to the sides and pulled me until I was standing between them. She wrapped her arms around my waist and even pinched my asscheeks before looking up at me with doe eyes and a warm smile.

"You're such a strong, virile man," she husked. "A man like you deserves pleasure at a time like this. Pleasure you're not getting."

My mind was racing with all the pleasure I wanted, the pleasure Monica wasn't giving me, the pleasure I couldn't get from Cherys, and the pleasure I imagined Ellie was now offering me. My body tensed up as the hormones started pumping through my veins, and I reached down to cradle Ellie's head in my hands.

"I want you, David," she told me. Ellie looked unbelievably sexy and pretty as she said that. Her hands were back on my ass. "I told you I'd let you in me if you ever asked, but you never asked. Don't you want to ask me, David?"

"Oh, yes..." I breathed.

Her eyes narrowed as the brightly colored irises danced in delight. "Then fucking ASK me."

"Ellie, do you want to-?"

"Fuck, yeah," she interrupted and then pulled me down on top of her. My lips found hers and then I was flat on top of her, our bodies grinding against one another while our tongues went to war.

Ellie's hands clawed frantically at my back for the first few seconds, and then eventually she managed to start tugging my shirt upwards. I took the hint and pulled away long enough to whip my shirt off and gulp down some oxygen. And then she was pulling me by the neck back down to her so our mouths could crash together once again.

With a burst of energy, I sunk my hands beneath her shoulders and then rolled us over, Ellie whooping in surprise and then laughing hysterically once she got her bearings. It was my turn to feel up her naked spine while she lifted her shirt and flung it away.

I fumbled the first few times at her bra strap before Ellie reached back and unsnapped it casually. And then her elbows were jerking left and right as she slipped the cups away, leaving her torso bare before me.

I couldn't help but sit up and take her breasts into my mouth once again.

"Mmm, taste my nipples, you fucking stud," she growled into my ear, gripping my head in her hands and holding me tight to her chest. But as much as I enjoyed it, I had a clear goal in mind. I wanted INSIDE her body, and I wanted inside NOW.

My hands were tugging at the waist of her jeans, which barely budged. The same spray-painted tightness that outlined her ass so very well now proved to be a real problem for easy removal.

Ellie finally dismounted me and stood on the floor to drag both her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and with a brilliant smile, she pirouetted to show off her astounding naked body. At 5'8", she was about the same height as Cherys. Her hips were narrower and her even though she didn't have the big breasts of her older sister, Ellie's nice C-cups still sat high on her chest and wonderfully shaped. I also got my first good look at her pussy, her dark pubic hair trimmed to a thin triangle inside her bikini tan line and an inviting pinkness showing beneath her puffy lips.

"Your turn," Ellie husked as she knelt to the floor. Her hands went to the fastener of my jeans and she expertly began to pull them off of me. I lifted my hips off the bed to help her. For a few seconds, everything was automatic. Monica and I had undressed each other many, many times.

But then just as my boxers went low enough to expose my erection, it dawned on me that this was Ellie, about to have sex with me and not Monica, who would shut me down at the last moment. The idea got my dick so hard it slapped against my own pelvis hard enough to make a loud noise.

"Ooh... is all that for me?" Ellie purred.

"Every inch," I growled.

Her right hand reached out and raised my cock to a vertical position. She leaned forward then and brought her face just over the crown. She paused for just a moment and looked up into my face. With total sincerity, she half-whispered "I'm a total slut for you, David. I always have been."

At the time her words didn't make much sense to me. Only later would I find out what deeper meaning there was. But in that moment, I didn't care. Hearing Ellie call herself my slut just got me hard and even more eager to bury my dick inside my first pussy.

And then Ellie's head dropped down and she was coating my rod with the warm, wetness of her mouth. I just gasped in delight. But I wanted even more.

Ellie seemed to be on the save wavelength as me. She only bobbed up and down long enough to get me wet and then she got up and turned around, laying back across my bed with her crotch right at the edge. "Come fuck me," she ordered.

I didn't need any further invitation. I turned around and stepped between Ellie's spread legs. My finger went out first and tested the waters, making sure she was good and wet. I hadn't even needed to go down on her, so maybe Ellie really was a slut for me.

I leaned over to my nightstand table. I'd kept a brand new box of condoms there, unopened and waiting for Monica's 'right moment'. Ellie caught my movement and then reached her hand to my forearm.

"You don't need those. I'm safe." And then she lay back and smiled, twisting her torso into an erotic pose worthy of sculpture. As she did this, the image of her big sister suddenly descended over Ellie's naked body. And then I was moving forwards.

Clearly, I knew that I was about to enter Ellie, exciting in her own right. But she reminded me just enough of Cherys, unattainable Cherys, to make this even more of a thrill. Her legs went up and her feet circled around my back while I nudged the bulbous head into her wet folds. And then her heels were pulling me towards her while I began my very first descent.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck..." she groaned as my shaft burrowed into her. I did not thrust, instead keeping up a steady pressure as I got deeper and deeper until I was buried to the hilt.

Sudden emotion hit me at that moment. I was filled with a well of gratitude to her, the first woman who had accepted me inside of her. I felt the wetness of a tear dribbling out of my eye on my cheek just before I leaned in and kissed Ellie.

She kissed me back, returning just as much passion as I was giving her. And when I pulled away to breathe, her bright eyes simply flared up. Her heels dug into me once again and her hips bucked up against me.

And then we were FUCKING.

I'd never practiced this before. There's no way to PRACTICE alone. But my body instinctively knew how to get me off. I was pumping. I was grunting. My hands were planted on the bed as I lunged over and over against Ellie's acquiescent body. I watched her tits rolling around and around and jerking back and forth to our movements.

I growled and nipped at Ellie's shoulders, her neck, and her ears. And then all too soon, I was pushing over my edge.

She read the tightness in my eyes and her hands went up to my arms, gripping me tightly while she undulated her body beneath me, pushing harder and harder with her own hips to meet each thrust, spurring me to my climax. And then she was grinning happily as I yelled out my release, delighted that she'd brought me that pleasure she'd promised.

My head was pounding in pain as I felt each volley loose inside of Ellie's pussy. I'd slammed my hips forward and held them there as deep as I could go, my lower body twitching with each blast of semen.

It went on forever, perhaps even longer than I'd been fucking her. But the juice just kept shooting and shooting and shooting.

A gallon later, I was spent, and my heavy body sagged downwards. I managed to catch myself on one arm, so that only half my weight actually collapsed onto Ellie's naked chest. And then I rolled to the side, my limp cock exiting with a squishing noise.

And then there were no more sounds but the two of us panting like exhausted racehorses.

Ellie hadn't climaxed. In my head, I'd built myself up as some superhuman lover, giving my girl a dozen orgasms before shooting off myself. That hadn't happened, and I'd only lasted a few minutes if the clock on my nightstand was to be believed.

But Ellie didn't seem to mind. She leaned over and kissed me and happily snuggled against my side.

At first, I started to apologize. But she would have none of it. "Look on the bright side," she cheered. "Now we have plenty of time to do it again!"

***

I'd done it. I'd had sex, three times in fact. I was no longer a virgin.

And there wasn't anybody I could talk about it to.

Well, maybe Ellie. But she wasn't around right now. My girlfriend was around. So on this day, a day that I should be exulting in my manhood and high-fiving every male friend I had in this school, I was instead trying to bury my feelings while I felt guilty every... single... second.

No matter how you spun it, I'd cheated on my girlfriend with her best friend. This was the shit soap operas were made of.

Fortunately, Monica appeared to be oblivious to my current state of mind. I suppose it was a good thing that my eighteen-year-old natural attitude was that of an indifferent slacker. Ellie still flirted with me, the same way as always. I hoped that only I could see the impish twinkle in her eyes when she looked at me. That only I could hear the sultry husk in her voice when she spoke to me.

Sex changes a friendship completely. It was no longer possible to think of Ellie just as an old friend I'd known since we were little. She was no longer just Cherys' little sister. She was Ellie, my first. She was Ellie, sexual creature I'd ejaculated inside of. And every time I saw her, I thought of what she looked like while we were making love.

But Monica didn't notice how I looked at our friend. And so, Tuesday passed without incident.

Wednesday was more of the same.

On Thursday, Monica managed to find an extra ten minutes before afternoon practice. We snuck out to my car and we had a quick blowjob before heading off in our respective directions.

And then it was another Friday night game night.

***

Once again, we had an away game. Once again, Monica, Ellie, and Nate all drove with me in my car. Once again, I played like shit.

Once again, our team won and the girls wanted to get frisky in the car before we went home.

This time, Monica gave the directions to a quiet place to park. I cruised along, fighting every second to keep my focus on the road while Monica's hand was busy jacking my dick. I was already used to Monica's fetish for fondling me while driving. But today, twittering with sexual anticipation and half-thinking about Ellie, my self-control was already in shreds. The physical distraction would ordinarily have been enough to put us in danger of crashing. But the mental distraction made this short trip a near-suicidal decision.

Monica's soft hand, so familiar, felt so incredibly good. And yet I was haunted by the memory of what the inside of Ellie's pussy felt like. I couldn't help but fantasize even while my girlfriend was giving me a handjob.

Even after we parked, and both girls bent over to start blowing their respective dates, my mind was still wandering.

After last week, Ellie and Monica had agreed that the whole "swapping" thing was a one-time occurrence, to get the curiosity out of the way. And so despite a part of me yearning to reacquaint itself with the raven-haired girl's lithe body, I'd accepted that I needed to make myself happy with the gorgeous redhead who currently had her lips wrapped around my cock.

I filled my head with all the happy memories of my time with Monica, willing myself to forget the cheating and think only of the sweet girl who'd been my girlfriend all these years.

"Oh baby, you're so good," I crooned to her as her head bobbed up and down. And in the end, when she swallowed every drop of spunk I offered up, I pulled her to me and held her tightly. It was a rare tender moment for us.

I was therefore quite surprised when I felt the tear roll down her cheek.

I leaned back and looked into my girlfriend's eyes. "What's wrong?"

She sniffled once and then said, "Nothing." And with her trademark fire, she steeled her expression and asserted control of her emotions through sheer willpower. A sharp smile crossed her face. She glanced into the backseat and we both watched as Nate pumped the last of his load down Ellie's throat.

With the guys now sated, I checked the clock to make sure we had enough time to return the favor. According to our usual script, when it was just the two of us, now was when Monica reclined back across the seat while I slid onto the floor of the car to get a better angle to eat her out. But Monica stopped me.

"No. We're not done with you two yet. That was just the warm-up to make sure you both lasted longer for round 2."

"Round 2?" Nate wondered aloud.

Monica's smile turned into a wicked grin. And staring right into my eyes, she ordered, "Switch!"

I was in disbelief. Ellie quickly got out of her door and then the two girls traded places once again. And without looking into my face, Ellie's hands and lips went straight to my crotch. She crawled across the front seat and slurped my half-hard cock into her mouth, suckling and rapidly reviving me.

I watched as Monica now attacked Nate. She first pressed her body up against his torso, planting a searing kiss onto his lips. There was no tentativeness or hesitation that marked her first occasion with the star quarterback, and for a moment, jealousy actually reared its ugly head as I wondered if she had secretly lusted after my best friend in the same way I'd been lusting after hers.

Nate, for his part, was happily enjoying the attention. But I couldn't bring myself to be angry with him. After all, I was the one cheater in the group. It would be hypocritical to feel truly jealous.

Besides, ever since Ellie and I had fucked this past Monday, I'd been dreaming of getting inside her panties once again. And now I was being given full permission to make out with her and engage in a little oral play, and it wasn't even cheating.

I looked down and ran my fingers through Ellie's silky dark locks, massaging her scalp while she bobbed up and down on my stiff member. I promised I wouldn't compare, but at the very least, Ellie was completely Monica's equal in the art of oral pleasure.

But just as I started to get into Ellie's blowjob, a desperate male voice shattered the air. "Monica! MONICA!"

I turned around just in time to see Nate pinned against the backrest, his hands trapped next to his shoulders in Monica's hands. She was straddling his legs, her naked ass positioned over his equally naked legs.

And then, to my abject horror, I saw her body lower itself down onto his erect dick. Nate's eyes flew open wide, and then Monica screamed in pain as her body bottomed out against Nate's lap with his cock fully embedded inside her virginal pussy.

I lost my erection almost immediately. My girlfriend was in the backseat of my car, and she'd just given her long-protected cherry to my best friend.

The next five minutes were like a nightmare to me. I could do nothing but stare, slack-jawed as she rose and fell on top of Nate, her hands tightly gripping his. I couldn't even say anything. Every time I wanted to yell in protest I was reminded of how I'd given my own cherry to HER best friend.

Ellie quickly gave up on trying to get me hard. She leaned against the passenger seat, just watching the coupling in the back seat.

And so Monica and Nate fucked. Nate was delirious. I could only imagine what was going through his mind as he screwed his best friend's girl right in front of his best friend. And yet, I knew with his buried crush on Monica, he was in absolute heaven. It's how I would have been if it were me and Cherys.

And when the veins in his neck threatened to burst and his face went red with tension, Monica lifted off and she began jacking him forcefully in her expert hands. And then he was spurting his sticky cum all over her bounteous tits.

In the end, Ellie passed her best friend some napkins to help clean up. I saw for myself the telltale blood stains that proved Monica had been a virgin up until a few minutes ago.

I turned around and simply stared straight ahead through the windshield, lost in the abyss of my own thoughts.

Eventually, everyone must have finished up and gotten settled. Ellie prodded me tentatively, which woke me from my stupor. I noticed she was still sitting in the front passenger seat and she'd buckled up her seat belt. I turned on the engine and shifted the car into drive.

The thirty minute ride back to our hometown felt like an eternity.

***

As usual, I dropped off first Nate and then Ellie. And then it was just me and Monica in the car. At Ellie's house she got out and came to the front seat.