The New Playmate's Classmate

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MaxSebastian
MaxSebastian
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Jonathan could feel himself losing the battle to control himself, but was helpless to stop it, and as it rose inside him, he held Francesca's waist firmly, pulling her tight to his body, impaling her deeply as his hot semen flooded inside her.

"Sorry," he said, feeling his cock softening within her vagina, knowing that she hadn't come. "You're just so incredible," he whispered into her ear, "it's hard for me to control myself around you."

She smiled, running her hands up and down his thighs, "don't be sorry," she said, "I love making you feel good. I don't have to come every time, you know. Just having you touch me is nice enough."

He withdrew from her, and she turned around to kiss him. "What's the plan for today?" he asked her.

"Well," she said, "first we have to clean up," she picked up the bar of soap and began rubbing it over his skin. "Then," she said, "Lucy wants you to invite some of your friends over."

"Oh she does, does she?" he grinned as she delicately washed between his legs.

"She said that since I've taken you away from them, they need some form of replacement."

"I see," Jonathan noticed that Francesca seemed to enjoy washing his private parts more than other areas of his anatomy. He quite enjoyed her doing it, too.

"So you'll do it?"

"Hmm...I know a couple of guys who might be up for it," he said, "but what about us? What are we going to do all day?"

She took a step back and offered him the soap so that he could wash her body. "Well I thought you could take me shopping," she said, "I need to buy underwear."

4

"What do you mean you're leaving? Why are you inviting us over if you're not going to be here?"

Two of Jonathan's school friends stood out on the porch, looking a little bewildered. They hadn't seen him for days, and now all of a sudden he had picked up a gorgeous girlfriend and didn't seem all that keen to be seeing them. The gorgeous girlfriend was the obvious explanation, and standing there, looking at her, their lustful glances were mixed with envious sentiments: she was breaking up their friendship. It looked as though Jonathan wouldn't be hanging with them for the Christmas vacation, and it wasn't as interesting fooling round as just a pair.

She certainly was a find, though, Jonathan's new girlfriend: where had he found her? She was absolutely divine, long blonde hair, the sweetest blue eyes and a pixie-like face. She wouldn't have looked out of place in Hollywood, except perhaps that she looked a little more intelligent than your average movie star.

"We have to go to the mall," Jonathan sounded very apologetic, "Oh, guys, er...this is Francesca, by the way." The cute blonde stepped forward and held out her hand. "Frannie, meet Charlie and Leo."

"Hi," she smiled and shook their hands, "nice to meet you both."

She looked them over: Lucy and the girls were going to enjoy themselves, that was for certain. Charlie was a similar height to Jonathan, with round glasses that made him appear clever and sensitive under a mass of brown curly hair. He looked like a really nice guy, as did Leo, who was much taller than any of them, and looked to be quite the athlete with very short blonde hair and broad shoulders. Boy, were they in for a surprise today!

One thing she was certain of, however, was that she had the best deal: she had Jonathan right where she wanted him, and they were going to have their own fun for the rest of the day, too.

"Why don't you guys come inside," Jonathan said, "and I'll try to explain."

They all headed into the living room, and found Lucy, Anna and Penny lounging around watching television. Anna, the confident short-haired blonde particularly drew the boys' eyes, since the way she had draped herself across an armchair, she revealed under her skirt a certain amount of red and white striped underwear. Charlie and Leo looked completely baffled again: what were all these pretty girls doing at Jonathan's house? For as long as they'd known him, he'd been an only child, and all three of them had laughed at how none of them were very good with the opposite sex. What was going on?

"Charlie and Leo," Jonathan introduced them, "this is Lucy, Penny and Anna."

"Hi," the three girls got up to greet the newcomers.

"Nice to meet you," Charlie and Leo said to the three girls. Both of their heart beats soared. What was the deal here?

"Lucy's the daughter of my dad's new fiancée," Jonathan explained, and his two friends nodded their understanding. "And Penny, Anna and Francesca are all friends of hers from school."

"Thought you'd found a genie in a lamp or something," Charlie slapped Jonathan on the back.

"Well," Jonathan smiled and hugged Francesca, "as good as."

"So what're you guys all up to?" Leo asked, trying to keep his eyes from wandering to the prominent cleavage around the room.

It was the redhead, Lucy, who answered him. "Jonathan's devoted himself to my friend Frannie, there," she said, approaching the tall blonde boy, "so promised us that you two could...entertain us instead."

"I don't see why not," Leo said, as Lucy approached him and placed her arms around his neck. It wasn't as though he had the choice by now.

Penny and Anna introduced themselves to Charlie with the use of a few strategically placed kisses as Lucy began to slowly seduce Leo. Francesca turned to signal to Jonathan that they had things to be getting on with.

"See you later, guys," Jonathan called before the two of them departed, but for some reason, he did not get a reply.

5

"Where's your car?" she asked him as they walked away from Jonathan's house.

"Uh...I don't have one."

"You don't have one? Are you kidding?"

"Can't afford it," he said.

"My God, how do you survive?"

They walked to Francesca's house, which wasn't all that far away but in a totally different neighbourhood. The houses were huge, set in expansive gardens with a lot of trees watching over them. It must have been wonderful in summer when all the leaves came out, but as it was, it was still peaceful with little traffic to speak of, just the chill wind of early winter.

As they went, Jonathan found out a lot more about his new love than he had previously known. Her parents were both doctors, which explained the opulent surroundings, but since they were integral to the life of the local hospital, they weren't home an awful lot. She spent a lot of time hanging out with Lucy and the rest of her friends, but that was all set to change now they'd all discovered boys, and for her in particular, Jonathan.

Her house was huge, a pseudo-Tudor mansion that could have housed a small army. In the driveway was a little white Chevy, which she proudly claimed as hers.

"I'll show you around later," she said as she unlocked the vehicle. "Perhaps I might even show you our hot tub."

Driving to the mall out at the edge of town, Francesca thought it a little funny that Jonathan didn't have a car. Most guys their age would bust a gut to own one, taking out loans if they had to. Jonathan didn't seem to mind not having one. It didn't really seem to bother him at all, and he was perfectly happy to have a girl drive him around. Was that odd? Shouldn't it have been awkward for him to be driven around by a girl? Wasn't it an integral part of masculinity that you had a car and you wouldn't go anywhere unless you drove?

Well there you go, that was why she loved him – he wasn't like most guys. He was in tune with the feminist revolution, he was quietly confident enough in his own manhood to handle having her in the position of power.

But he didn't just sit there in the passenger seat. Actually, he couldn't keep his hands off her, running his hand up her thigh, creeping it under her skirt to graze against her pink cotton panties. He also leaned across to kiss her neck as she drove. She had to stop him at last when he touched her pussy through her underwear.

"Don't do it now," she said, trying to be stern but ruining it with a smile, "I don't want to be wet before I try on underwear. That's not a good thing."

He put on a mock frown, poking out his bottom lip in a comic representation of misery.

"At least wait until the way back," she said. "Now tell me what kind of underwear you like on a girl."

"I...I don't really know," he said. "I'm not particularly experienced in that kind of department."

She sighed, but smiled at the same time, "how am I supposed to buy underwear if I don't know what turns you on?"

"Well..." he said, "you turn me on wearing anything."

"So do you like lace, silk, cotton?"

"All of the above?"

"Teddies, thongs, bras, stockings, nylons?"

"Yes please," he smiled at her mock-exasperation.

"Ah well, it's not going to be boring going out with you, Jonny," she broke out into a smile. "I'm just going to have to try a few things on today, I can see that."

"Oh, well don't worry about me, I'll be all right if you just wear the usual kind of stuff." Jonathan felt a little odd that she seemed to be aiming to buy things just to turn him on.

"Don't be silly," she said, "if I want to look nice for you, that's what I'll do. One thing about doctors for parents: they may not be there for you every minute of the day, but I have a healthy bank account."

Jonathan couldn't help but feel a little nervous, despite the fact that his penis was swelling a little between his thighs. He'd never been underwear shopping with a girl before. He hoped he wouldn't have to walk around any stores with an obviously raging erection. Not with all those other women in there too, looking for their own underwear.

A dilemma of first class proportions: as Jonathan followed Francesca into the first lingerie store, which happened to be Victoria's Secret. All the clothes in sight were designed to be sexy, to arouse his male eyes with the promise of unbridled femininity. Yet as far as he could see, if he was to display any signs of such a reaction to the environment with any witnesses watching, he would be judged badly in their eyes.

There had to be an easier way for a guy to shop for underwear with his girlfriend. Jonathan couldn't help but blush as Francesca held up various items for his verdict. She seemed entirely oblivious of The Dilemma. Did she not understand it at all? She held things up as though he was supposed to actually react. Did she not know that reaction was like an admission of perversion? Obviously not. She just cheerily continued.

Was that woman over there looking at him?

This shopping expedition was not going to be easy.

6

After what seemed an age of Jonathan trailing closely behind Francesca, she finally decided she'd seen everything in the store at least a few hundred times and had selected all she was going to select. Jonathan was a little relieved, not enjoying the constant blushing he was forced into after odd glances from women in the place.

There were a couple of men in there, just like him, being pulled along by their partners, desperately trying to look uninterested by it all, making sure to stay close to their women to really signal loud and clear that they weren't in there for themselves, they had been forced into it. It made Jonathan smile to know that he was not the only one.

But at last, Francesca had chosen a few things, and she was heading towards the changing area.

"Come on, dozy," she said, and he realised he had just been standing there, not concentrating on what was going on.

In the changing room, Francesca went inside a booth and Jonathan remained outside. Now it was even worse! Not only was he in a lingerie store, but he had lost the security of a female to act as explanation, and was now lingering outside the changing booths. He wasn't sure whether Francesca wanted him to follow her into the booth or stay outside, he didn't want to presume...

"Are you going to stay out there all morning?" she said, pulling the curtain back for him to go inside.

"Oh...uh...yeah," he said, ducking inside. It was something of a relief to be where no one could see him.

"How am I going to get your opinion if you're outside, silly?" Francesca asked him and kissed his lips as he passed her to sit down on the stool in the corner of the fairly roomy booth.

She closed the curtain and they were once more in complete privacy. She had hung up a number of items on the hooks on the walls of the booth, and now began stripping off her clothing in front of Jonathan. He smiled at her as she did so, and she returned his expression, happy to have a handsome guy admiring her.

It was hard for Jonathan to sit there without being able to stand up and take her in his arms. She was the most exquisite thing he'd ever laid eyes on. In the strong light of the store, her long blonde hair shined as though pure gold, her sweet curves just screamed out for him to run his hands over her smooth skin. And as off came her white blouse, grey skirt and pink cotton underwear, his penis swelled to full hardness between his legs.

"Hey," she said as he helplessly reached forward and stroked her naked thigh. "I though I told you not to do that yet?" she smiled, knowing what a situation she was placing him in. As a kind of consolation, she leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. His hand found one of her breasts, and touching her erect nipple, she moaned softly. "Hey, not fair," she said, breaking away from him. "Come on, the quicker I try these on, the quicker you can get me home and do whatever you want with me."

She tried on a number of outfits in front of him, loving his lustful eyes sweeping over every corner of her body as she did so: his gaze made her feel like the most beautiful girl on the planet. And for Jonathan, she was just that, right down to her sensational shaven pussy that he watched but could not touch. Off came a luxurious black lace teddy and on went lilac silk thongs and bra, there were g-strings and stockings and suspender belts and all manner of underwear from blue and white checked cotton to virginal white lace.

And Jonathan did his best to give her his opinion, telling her which things he liked best on her, but it was difficult for him to give a valuable response to her. As far as he was concerned, she looked ravishing in everything.

"Okay, we're done then," she said, removing the last item of underwear she'd tried on. Jonathan felt they'd been there for hours, but his watch said only twenty minutes or so.

"Great," he said, pulling her towards him and stroking his hands over her soft skin to her smooth mound.

"Wait," she said, pulling back, "you can't do that yet!"

"Why not?" he asked, crestfallen.

"We've got a whole mall to get through first, mister!"

He groaned audibly. It wasn't that he didn't like watching her undressing and putting on various sexy outfits, but the real need inside him was getting to be overwhelming. Having a sensational beauty there naked before him with a sweet tender pink pussy only a couple of feet away was just too much temptation.

"Looks like I'm going to have to bribe you," she said, kneeling down in front of him without putting on any clothes at all.

She looked up at him and smiled, placing her hands on his thighs. He grinned back, "I'm open to any form of bribery you care to offer," he said, leaning back on the stool and spreading his legs wide open.

Her hands fumbled at his fly and released several inches of hardness from within. "Mmm..." she said, "looks like you approve of my new outfits," he could feel her breath on the sensitive helmet of his erect penis. Her hands touched him, fingers curling around his shaft as she leaned down, over his lap. Looking down, all he could see was a mass of golden hair, but in the mirror he got a fantastic view as she kissed his cock and allowed her tongue to swirl around it.

Then there was intense heat and moisture as her mouth engulfed the first few inches of his penis. He could feel her wonderful tongue playing with him as her fingers coaxed the bottom half of his enlarged cock. He kept his mouth closed to avoid making noise, but it was difficult for him to stifle himself with all the sensational feelings he was getting.

As she began to slowly bob up and down on his erection, he watched her in the mirror. She really was breathtakingly beautiful. The way she was kneeling over him, he could see her pussy from behind in the floor-length looking glass. He hoped it wouldn't be too long until he got another taste of her delicate pink flower.

It wasn't long until the sensations overcame him, and he had to lean back and close his eyes as the power surged through his system and he released his hot cream inside her velvety mouth.

"Mmm," she purred like a kitten as she cleaned his cock with her tongue. "You know, Jonny, I really love going shopping with you."

"It can be nice," he said, a little breathlessly, "but you do have to reward me, you know."

"Of course," she smiled and zipped him up, grabbing her clothes to prepare for more shopping, "you're a guy. You're not resilient enough to stand real shopping unless you get little rewards."

Well he could probably stand the rest of the mall if she was going to be as nice to him as that. Perhaps it wasn't going to be so hard going through every store in the place.

7

It felt nice walking through the mall as part of a couple. Admittedly he had to carry Francesca's hundreds of carrier bags, but he had a broad smile plastered over his face. He felt so warm and comfortable inside knowing that he had such a beautiful girl in love with him. He also had a rosy glow from the countless encounters within changing booths all over the mall. It was lucky that Francesca liked the taste of his emissions - that was one thing for sure. And there was no doubting that she did: she grinned like a Cheshire cat when he came inside her mouth.

"Okay," she said, "I just want to quickly go in here, then we're all done for the day."

She led him into another clothes store, full of clothing for men and women. She knew that despite his 'rewards', he was only a man, and the hours of shopping had made him absolutely exhausted. So this time, she seemed to hurry as she scanned the clothes on offer.

She didn't find anything that she liked, but picked up some silk boxer shorts that she said would feel great on his body. He shrugged, but she was more enthusiastic. "Come on," she said, "I'll buy them for you – they'll feel wonderful, trust me."

"Okay," he said, knowing this was the last store they were going in. "If you think so."

"I do," she said, and that was that.

This time, their roles were reversed. Francesca sat down on the stool, staring up at Jonathan, and he had to try on the clothing.

"Now you have to strip for me," she grinned.

"I'm sure they probably fit," he said, being a little more self-conscious about himself than she was.

"Oh go on," she said, "better safe than sorry, you know."

So he began to remove his clothes, much to his petite blonde girlfriend's joy. He left on his shirt, since he didn't need to take it off to try on boxers, but Francesca made him take it off.

When he had removed all his clothes, he reached for the silk boxers, but Francesca was holding them. And as she was holding them, not letting him have them to conceal his nudity, she had pulled her skirt up and was caressing herself through the thin pink cotton of her panties.

"Hey sexy," she said, "give me a twirl, then."

"I thought you weren't going to do that until we got home," he said, reaching to pluck the new underwear from her hand, but failing to get it as she pulled it away from him.

"I'm not trying anything else on," she said, "it doesn't matter how wet I get now."

A grin grew on her face as an erection grew on Jonny's body. Francesca threw the silk boxers at him and for a moment, they caught on the end of his cock, hanging there as though on a clothes hook. This made her giggle, but she silenced herself, knowing that too much noise might alert the shop staff. You weren't supposed to have too much fun trying on clothes.

MaxSebastian
MaxSebastian
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