The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 21

"Yeah?" I asked, forgetting the rumor mill at this school operated at the speed of light, "I mean, Yes. We are."

"That's awesome," Shannon said, smiling at me, "He seems like a really nice guy. He lets me copy from his notes first period."

"He's incredible," I agreed, "It's hard to not think about him."

"Young love!" Shannon giggled, "I'm happy for you, I hope it lasts."

"Thanks Shannon," I said, "You are much different than your reputation."

"I am?" she asked, "What am I supposed to be, some kind of bitch?"

"Well," I said, just filling up the silence, then deciding to just speak the truth, "The mill says you are a bit heartless, and don't take any shit. I think I expected you to be mean."

She smirked, "I don't like to play the games other girls play," she said, "I'm not willing to mess my life up with some horny guy behind the football stands. So when boys get shot down, they make up stories to make themselves feel better."

"The stories don't bother you?" I asked, always worried about what others think about was my modus operandi.

"Why should they, they are just stories," Shannon said, "Fictional stories, trying to control me. Fuck 'em."

I laughed, she was right.

The bell rang, and I focused on getting to my next class. I was ready for the test, I thought. I hoped. Studying at home was a bit hard. I always ended up looking back through texts with Zac, and looking for hidden meanings. I was horribly insecure, but when Zac was with me, my insecurities fled. My phone buzzed.

Z: Kill it on that test, babe.

See, he was thinking about me!

I fucking aced that test. I made it my bitch!

Fourth period, the longest period of the day, because it came before lunch. The teacher made it seem even longer. Economics could be so much more interesting than he made it. Shouldn't teachers take a public speaking course at least once in college. Bleh.

I counted down the last two minutes, every one hundred and twenty seconds. It was sort of like math, right?

At sixty seconds I was distracted by my phone buzzing.

Z: meet me at my car

I was at forty-five seconds when I tapped out:

B: k <3 u.

With thirty seconds my bag was slung over my shoulder and I waved good bye to the girl next to me.

"Have fun with Zac," Brooke waved back with a grin, "I know I would."

I blushed a deep red, my face red. I was the first through the classroom door, and the first to the door leading to the parking lot. Zac had to come from the other side of the school, so I slowed down after getting outside, and looked for his Honda. I saw it, parked along the track, as usual. Would he ever be on time for school?

I leaned against his car, and looked around. I wonder who Ms. Little was talking to at the track? Why was she not in her classroom? She looked a bit more unkempt than the normal well tailored look she rocked so hard. Her shirt was untucked, and her hair out of her normal strict pony tail. I thought she was a good looking woman.

Wait, was I curious about seeing her naked? .

Who is the redhead she's talking to? Oh, she was at Zac's house, right? She had red hair like that. She was sweet, making sure we had refreshments, hanging out with that hot Hispanic woman. What was her name? She didn't say much. I wonder how she knows Ms. Little? Wow, she is fit! Her abs are totally rock hard. Lexi, that was her name. I remember her talking about training for a triathalon. I'd have to google that, it sounds hard.

Suddenly a pair of hands were around my waist, and Zac's presence warmed every cell in my body. Especially the ones in my core. God, he got me soaking wet with a hug. I twisted into him and kissed him deeply.

He opened my door, "Quick," he said, "We don't have a lot of time, I can't be late for sixth period, I have a test!"

He whipped around to the driver's side, and slipped in then. Quickly he started the car, looked around and backed out. Now I knew why he liked parking in the back, we were out of the parking lot before anyone else, and were headed towards Blueberry Hill. All other thoughts left me as I reached over and stroked his growing erection through his pants.

He smiled at me, and worried a new ring off his finger, pushing it into his pocket. I felt his cock pulse at my touch, and I worked my fingers to unclasp his belt.

"Be careful," I said, trusting that he could drive.

My fingers slid inside his pants as I leaned under his arm. I gripped his meaty shaft through his boxers, and then nuzzled my nose along its warm length. Even his junk smelled good. The car shifted, as I stroked him. I wanted him inside my mouth, but the way he was driving, I figured I'd better just wait. It wasn't long until he braked hard, and shut off the engine. His seat buzzed as he worked the controls to move the seat backwards and recline. I didn't waste anymore time feeding the head of his cock between my hungry lips. He tasted so good. His hot meat in my mouth felt like heaven.

I pressed my other hand between my jeans, rubbing into my molten core. God I was in heat for him.

"Just strip," he said, reaching and pushing his trousers down, "Get your pants off at least."

I hurried to obey, my hand shoving my waistband down. I pushed my head down swallowing his cock while my hands pushed at my jeans and soaked panties. Wriggling on my knees, until I freed my ankles from the tangle of denim and lace. Naked from the waist down, I rose up and pressed my lips to his. My thigh lifting over his body and resting between the door and his thigh. I leaned into him, my back pressing along the roof of his small car, and reached between us to grab his cock.

He gripped my breasts through my shirt as our kiss continued. I wormed my hips, wriggling as I aligned his meaty rod against my leaking hole, then groaned into his mouth as he filled me up. I felt my eyes roll back as I dropped fully onto his shaft, and ground into him. He fit perfectly, his thick shaft making my hips roll in need.

I rode him, my hips rolling and lifting like a jockey. His hand fell to the base of my spine, pulling me into him. His whole body seemed to glow, and every thought of mine was centered on pleasing him. This is what I wanted to do, I needed it. I needed to have him in me. His cock throbbed inside of me.

I worried for a moment that he was close, but he wasn't. My thighs were tiring and I slowed my bouncing. He gripped my hips, and took over. His hips lifting and dropping, pounding his hard cock into my leaking cunt like he was busting up concrete. It worked! I cried out as I felt my peak hit me, then waves of pleasure as he shattered my every nerve. I was panting, and crying out.

"More, please more," I shouted, "fuck more, god more.. don't fucking stop."

He didn't, God bless him. My words stopped working and I just hung on. Clinging to him and mumbling between panting moans. He hammered in hard and seized up, his back locking in an arch as he lifted me, levitating above his seat. I felt his molten load fill my cunt with torrent of boiling love juice that sent me over the edge one more time.

I slumped into him, my body limp. Dead weight on my boyfriend's chest and thighs. No place to go, no place to be. Just hanging out here in heaven with my man.

Several days later, I shifted to the side and sat in my seat. Looking at the clock, I hazily remembered that I was supposed to be somewhere else. Then Zac came too, and realized the same conclusion. He pulled his jeans up over his fine ass, and started the car before his seat was fully in the upright position. Then he was speeding back to the school, while I untangled my jeans and panties. I left the panties on the shifter handle for him to take with him, then pulled the jeans up, lifting my ass off the seat to button and zip them secure. Then slumped back in my seat as Zac was making the turn into the student parking lot.

Five minutes until class, I realized. We cut it close. Zac found a spot, and we bolted out of the car. He pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a ring, pulling it onto his right ring finger.

"New ring?" I asked, noticing it for the first time.

"Yeah," He said, "My Dad gave it to me."

"Cool," I said, "I like it!"

Then we parted, and he hurried to his test. I flipped my phone open and tapped out:

B: I feel your cum on my thighs. Kill that test!

Z: damn. love u.

I slumped into my seat, and combed my fingers through my tousled hair. I felt the damp perspiration near my scalp, and realized that I must look, and smell a mess. I smiled and sighed, happily. A happy mess.

"Some one had a fun lunch," Shannon said with a giggle looking at me from my right side.

"Damn," Brooke agreed from the opposite side, "Can I be you for a day? I'll give him back, I promise. Maybe."

We all giggled then tried to pay attention through class.

"You kinda smell like him," Shannon leaned and whispered to me, "He smells so good."

He did, she was 100% right about that.

Past: Carmen

It had been a fun week, I was glad we had tasks to do around the lake house. It would have been too easy just to fuck the week away, literally. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

It had been a crazy week too. The pairings worked well at first, Jeremiah and Alyssa worked naturally together. Even though Kelly was going to be his bride, we all knew he held Alyssa closest, which is something I actually cared about. I loved being in the family, but I also loved how those two loved each other.

Lexi and I were also a natural pairing. Aside from the kinks we shared, we'd been friends longest. We had a natural way of communicating, and I loved her positive attitude and work ethic. Since Jeremiah had fixed her at the hotel, months ago. She had a focused drive that always had her on task. I was like that too, more naturally maybe. We'd focus on work, get done quickly, then start to fuck around.

The odd pairing was Jenn and Kelly. Sure, they'd been friends in school, before that night with Jeremiah. They enjoyed each other's company, and shared many interests. It was how they had changed since then that made their pairing problematic. Jenn had times where she was just abnormally aroused, that was hard for Kelly to be near. Even when she wore the necklace, Jenn could turn on a dime, and they'd start kissing. Then fondling. Then stripping. Then disrupt the rest of us with naked lustful shouts. It usually took about an hour to wring that out of them, and get them back on task.

Two days of that, and Jeremiah split them up. He sent Lexi and Jenn to start working on the boat, and Kelly and I would finish up the house chores. Which I enjoyed, Kelly was always great company. For someone supernaturally hot, she was down to earth. She asked me about my youth, and while it wasn't my favorite topic, after confessing in the RV the night we started our trip, I found it easier to talk about. I had many a bawdy tale to tell.

Kelly loved to laugh at my stories, and I loved to tell them. Though after the first day I dialed back on how descriptive I was with some of my back-alley shenanigans. If I started being too realistic, her eyes would start to glow a brighter shade of blue, and that stone would pulse. That was when I knew I needed to be wary. The pendant could keep her under control, but I had my own limits too. When she started getting aroused, my fucking cunt would leak. It was the aroma she put off, like the sweet smell of sex, constantly.

Okay, I'm back, sorry. I had to take a moment.

Where was I? Right Lexi and Jenn.

Lexi didn't play games, at least not with Jenn. She wanted to get her task done, once that was finished, then she'd lighten up. It was good for Jenn to see how hard Lexi worked. If this family was going to make it, we all had to pull our own weight. More than that, I figured, since Jeremiah would kill himself trying to please all of us. We needed to support him, if we wanted this to have any chance of working. Jenn was more often than not a distraction. One fucking sexy and wild distraction.

Jeremiah could see that Jenn was a bit miffed at Lexi after their first day. So he shuffled the deck again, and I had Jenn for a day. Lexi took Alyssa down to the boat, to do deep cleaning on the lower decks. I told Jenn we could play if she got her work done first. She almost got her task done before she lost control and was fingering herself through her shorts, slumped in the walk-in pantry.

I figured that it would be better to feed the beast, and took her upstairs to the bunkroom. I wore her out with the strap on, leaving her naked and panting on the lower bunk. Her hand trying to sooth her cunt and anus. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I let myself get played. I got dressed and finished our work alone. I didn't see her again until after we all quit for the day.

Yesterday, Jenn was back with Lexi. Kelly and I made quick work of the final tasks in the kitchen and top floor bedrooms. Then I ate at the Y until she was screaming. She tasted as good as she smelled.

Today, no chores, only fun. Well, except that fun would involve Uncle Tommy and Connie. It was understood there would be no naked orgies while they were around. I was fine with that, and Kelly had her stone draped firmly between her breasts. We could surely make it a day without fucking around, right?

Wrong. Dead wrong. So fucking gloriously wrong.

Not with Jenn around, that never fucking happens with Jenn around.

We got to the boat okay, but then our mesh started filling with images of Jenn between Alyssa's legs with a strap on. Which melded into Alyssa spanking Jenn with a paddle. That didn't help, as now Lexi suddenly was strapped overtop of Jenn while I was flogging her rosy ass. I looked at Alyssa and she shook her head, and shrugged.

She'd lost control of the mesh. Somehow we made it to the boat, and Jeremiah cast off and pulled us out into the lake. He could detach himself from the mesh, just drift of into reality and ignore our heated fantasies. I suppose it was self-preservation, and he was engaging with Tommy and Connie. The rest of us sat around the stern seats, wriggling.

Kelly was trying hard to keep it together. Alyssa was deep in thought, like she was going to solve this by some special angel trick. I kicked at her foot, and looked at her. She opened up a link, and then nodded when she felt my thought, pushing, "Why not, just don't tell Kelly, she's close to going crazy."

I put my arm around Jenn, and pulled her close then punched her in the gut. She groaned and doubled over, looking at me like I'd lost my head.

"Oh dear," I said looking at her with concern, "Are you getting sea sick," then winked at her.

Her furious expression changed, to a smile, then a feigned expression of nausea, "Ugh, yeah, I think I'm going to be sick."

"Jeremiah," I said, "I'm going to take Jenn down below," I felt like I was some kind of pirate talking in these fancy nautical terms, "She doesn't like the rolls."

He looked at me like I had three tits, the lake was like glass, the motion wasn't any worse than driving on a highway. Alyssa tugged at his hand, and he looked at her. It was like a light came on in his brain, and he looked at Jenn, then at Kelly who was taking deep breaths, her hand at her breast clutching the stone.

He nodded, "Sounds like a good idea," he agreed, "It might get a bit rougher in a bit, it's best she lies down."

I pushed a thought to Alyssa, and she nodded, then I felt silence on the mesh as she detached me and Jenn. I pushed Jenn through the hatch, and closed it behind me. I dogged it shut, which would buy us some time if someone came down to the galley. Then I pushed Jenn ahead of me to the forward cabin.

The ceiling of the cabin was low, the compartment just a platform with lots of cushions to make a sleeping area. Perfect. She slid in, and I climbed up behind her, then closed the partition. It wasn't going to make things sound proof, or lock. But it would hide us if someone came down into the galley.

"Strip," I commanded, "You fucking horny slut."

She grinned and shed her shorts, and bikini bottom, then pulled off her tee-shirt and top. Tossing them in the corner. I was looking around, I didn't have any toys with me, so I'd have to improvise.

"Now strip me," I said, still trying to find something to work the arousal out of her.

A paddle, or was it called an oar. Was there a difference? It didn't matter the flat wooden surface should suit my purpose. I closed my eyes and let her undress me, she managed to get me naked without tearing anything super important.

"Now," I started, reaching for the oar stored on the bulkhead, "on your knees, ass up, head down."

I knew I was wading into troubled waters trying to discipline a masochist with some pain, but in this case I was just trying to feed the beast I knew. I needed get her off the edge, and wear her out. She groaned as she saw the paddle, and slunk into the desired position like a cat in heat.

I choked up on the handle and brought the flat surface in contact with her raised ass.

*thwack*

Just a love tap really, getting a feel for the paddle and the small space. She groaned happily sinking into the cushions. Her fingers grabbed the edge of one and she lifted her ass seeking the next stroke.

*Thwack*

She cursed at the smack, the pain shooting through the now rosier bottom. She pulled one hand back, and cupped her sex, her fingers rubbing on her clit ring, and out of the target area. The noise was a bit louder than I was comfortable with, but figured our guests wouldn't hear it with the wind in their faces. I clenched the handle harder, and gripped her lustrous brown hair with my free hand, holding her head to the faux-leather cushions.

*THWACK*

She cried out, retreating from the heavy blow, but then her tramp stamp grew darker and her flesh turned rosy in response. That was the sign that she was responding to the pain. Her bloodstream would be flooding with endorphins. I'd played enough with her to know what level she could take. This would be good, it wouldn't leave bruises.

The room suddenly spun sideways and I was pressed against the bulkhead. Jeremiah was taking a hard turn. I felt Alyssa push a thought, "Hold on, and keep it down!"

Okay, maybe a bit too loud. The boat started rolling and shifting under us, and I had to spread my thighs to make a firm foundation. Then I pounded the paddle into her ass with a steady beat. She cried out, then just started panting between strokes, her eyes burning into mine, pleading for more. I watcher the flesh of her ass turn a dusky rose, then an angry red as I sunk the flat side of the lacquered wood blade into her flesh.

The boat shifted more, as Jeremiah made another sharp turn, then the bow lifted into the air. We levitated weightless for a moment before crashing back down as the prow burrowed into the waters of the lake. This tossing wasn't going to make beating her ass any easier.

"On your back, slut," I commanded changing tactics.

She rolled over and I scissored my legs, one leg under one of her thighs, the other locking over her extended thigh. I pressed forward until my cunt was grinding into hers. She stretched sideways, and gripped my thigh, tugging me tighter, her legs curling around mine to lock me in place. I pressed one hand into the low overhead, then tapped the wooden oar against her rock hard nipples.

She groaned and rolled her hips, our cunts grinding against each other. I bit my lip to focus, I could make her cum quickly, or take her higher up the charts. If she kept grinding into my cunt, I didn't have much time.

*Thwack*

I slammed the oar into her breast again and she yelped, her flesh turning a burnished rose color. Her rock hard dark rose nipples made nice targets, but her grinding hips made me just grab her and fuck her hard.