After Classes Are Over [FICTION]

[japanese moron]

Originally Posted by interesting

Most good stories, I find, are character driven, and that's true of erotic stories as well. I've read porn stories where it's all about the banging of genitalia together. I don't find it as arousing or interesting as getting into the character's psyche, finding out his motivations, why he is how he is, and the processes he goes through. Just because people are having sex or playing games does not mean there's not a lot going on in their minds. We're all doing a hundred things at once without realizing it. It's nice for stories to reflect that scope of mental activity.

That's what i was trying to say, but couldn't find a way of saying it with out going: "most stories just shag and its a bit repetitive" tapping into the characters = smart!

Originally Posted by interesting

But I digress. Expect another post tomorrow. I've got actual work to do now (sob).

And i was just getting into it <_<

I'll stop cluttering up your thread... <runs>

[Redneckgirl88]

Oh my gosh Interesting... you work is so amazing.. i can not wait until you post again..

[interesting]

Sarah returned to the others while I remained in the bathroom. My anxiety levels had dropped along with my sexual tension. All I'd needed was a good release.

I still could not fathom all that had transpired tonight. From the onset, I had been expecting some arousal, but never anything like this. I felt like a teenager again, exploring my sexuality and loving it. Sarah's understanding only made my experience more enjoyable. I was glad she allowed me to take control most of the time. I was also learning to let go, like when their hands had crawled all over my body, massaging me.

There was a knock on the door. I finished my business and opened the door. Bonnie was there, still naked, looking wonderful from the orgasm I had given her with my external stimulation. My eyes went to her stomach, still somewhat sticky. She bit her lower lip.

For a moment, there was silence between us. I could tell she wanted more out of the experience, but I had gone as far as I wanted to. Besides, I was certain Barry would not appreciate it if he were not consulted prior to this. And there was Sarah.

"Did you like it?"

Her question hung in mid air for a moment.

"I did.
"God, Sarah is lucky."

I had a hard time understanding why I was turning these women (and possibly Thomas) on. I was not half as athletic as Barry or Thomas, and I was not exceptionnally handsome. Perhaps it was the novelty of my presence. Regardless, Bonnie was clearly craving some more of my attention.

"Look, Bonnie...
"Don't say it."

She kissed me shyly, then maneuvered around me to enter the bathroom and pushed me out. She quickly closed the door. I heard the water run in the bath. I returned to the living room, where Claire, Cassie, Jennifer and Sarah were talking. I felt I was the topic of conversation. I looked for Barry and Thomas but did not see them, so I imagined they were in the bedroom.

"Come sit with us, Jim."

I complied. I had already done so much that night, it could hardly be more intimidating.

"We were wondering a few things.
"Such as.
"Sarah told us you teach english grammar?
"I do.
"And literature?
"Yes.
"Can you give us a poem?"

I froze and retreated in my mind for a second. I was not that good with poetry myself. I'd memorized a few back in the day when I was learning, but I had not tried reciting them for many years. Were they still locked in the back of my brain, and if so, what was the combination to unlock them?

"I don't know. Huh... a poem..."

My mind was racing, trying to find the words of the poems I had learned by heart. A poem by Robert Burns came into mind.

"O My Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O My Luve's like the Melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
"As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
"Till a' the seas gand dry, my dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
O I love the still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
"And fare thee well, my only luve,
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile."

My recitation was met with applause and light cheer. I bowed slightly forward.

"Who wrote that?
"Robert Burns. Old poem. 1796.
"Wow! And you remember it all?
"Well, I had to learn some poems by heart for some of classes, and then comment on them.
"What does it mean?"

Bonnie came into the room and sat down with us.

"Well, that one is fairly obvious. He's singing a song to his lover, it's from the romantic era in English literature. He's saying, no matter what happens, he will love her, and he will return to her. It's pretty plain, that one."

The girls seemed quite happy with my interpretation. My gaze went towards Sarah. I still remembered her promise of a few moments ago. I wondered when she would act upon it.

"Where are the guys?
"They're at the computer. They've given us some alone time.
"I should go join them."

I began to rose, but Jennifer dragged me back to a sitting position.

"You're staying right here.
"Okay, now I feel like I'm being set up again.
"And how does that make you feel?
"I don't know yet, I have not decided."

I was naked, surrounded by naked girls. I was anticipating some kind of trap. Sarah was the first to take the initiative.

"Okay, Jim. Here's what we're gonna do. Your safe word is "Trapezoid".
"Safe word?
"We're going to play a game with you. You have to play along, for as long as you can or want to. If you ever feel uneasy, you say the safe word. That means interrupt what you're doing. We'll ask questions, and then see if we continue playing. If you say the safe word twice in a row, we'll simply stop the game then and there. Do you understand?
"I think I do. What's the game?
"Lie down on your back."

I did as ordered. I noticed they had brought a length of rope. Jennifer went over to my wrists and started tying them up. I began to understand exactly what game they were hinting at.

"Is this some kind of torture test?
"In a way. Remember that you're in control, whatever happens."

They tied my hands with different ropes and tied the extremeties to the feet of the sofa, effectively binding my hands. I was lying on the carpet, bound to the ground, unable to escape. Sarah leaned over towards my head and whispered softly in my ear.

"I'm gonna fuck you now."

My eyes widened. She continued.

"Not yet. Not immediately. First, we're all going to have some fun."

Jennifer took out a real blindfold from under a mattress. She slid it over my eyes. Then she spoke.

"This is your final dare, Jim. We're going to have fun with you, and we're going to see how far you let us take it. Remember you're in control, nothing will happen to you that you don't let happen."

I immediately felt lips pressed against mine. I thought they were Jennifer's, but I could not be sure. I felt a hand reach for my manhood and start caressing it gently. The hand was cold at first, but quickly became warm as it worked its way up and down. I felt fingers tickle me under my feet. I cringed back. Two hands grabbed my ankles and held them there, while the tickles continued. Whoever was kissing me was smothering me, making it hard to breathe. I felt another hand join the first one on my manhood, someone else's hand. I started to react to the stimulation. For a moment, the safe word popped into my mind. What was I getting into?

"Trapezoid!"

I gargled through the kiss. All hands stopped moving but remained where they were, the kiss subsided instantly. I heard Sarah's voice : she seemed to be near my crotch, which somewhat reassured me.

"Are you okay?
"Give me a moment... I couldn't breathe.
"Sorry about that."

Jennifer's voice. I knew it was her lips. I took a few deep breaths, to recompose myself.

"Okay, I'm ready."

The motion resumed. The tickler moved from my feet to my inner thighs, and my feet were released. Two hands still played with me, but now, a third hand began caressing underneath the first two. I felt a kiss on each nipple, from two different individuals, then some biting, nothing painful. My reaction was very noticeable. I began to wonder how long I could hold on to this kind of stimulation before I lost my nerve again.

I felt another pair of lips kiss me, but this time, I did not recognize them. They moved away, then back in, and repeated this several times. Then another person took up the kissing. The hands on my manhood switched, so I could not tell who was doing what. The confusion simply heightened the experience.

I heard the sound of a wrapper, but it subsided instantly. Suddenly, I felt lips reach my manhood and swallow it. I gasped.

"Trapezoid."

Everything froze again. The lips did not move from their position.

"I'm sorry, I panicked."

Jennifer's voice.

"Do you want to stop?
"No. I was surprised that's all. You can go on."

The girls resumed their work on my body. Hands roamed everywhere, so many hands I lost count. Kisses and licks ran across my flesh, and someone was doing a great job keeping me up with her mouth during the entire ordeal. The lips suddenly moved away. I heard the wrapper again, and suddenly, I realized what it was. I felt the latex against my manhood, as an expert hand slid it into place. For the third time, I wanted to say the safe word. But this time, I held back. I might never get another chance like this.

"One of us is going to mount you now. We are not telling you which one, and we don't want you to guess."

Bonnie's voice was sultry. I knew it would not be her mounting me, at least, I hoped it would not be her. There would be too many complications. But with my eyes blinded and my other senses overwhelmed, could I really tell who was doing it? Would I be responsible for it? These girls had taken me to an unbelievable high, and I wanted it to continue. But at what price? What if it was not Sarah? What if it was her? Would I be able to live with myself?

[interesting]

After days of yearning, anticipation and anxiety, I was finally going to have sex. I should have been ecstatic. Instead, I was terrified.

I was tied down on the carpet by ropes, blindfolded, five naked young women hovering over me, overstimulated and aroused to my peak. They had placed a condom on me, and now, one of them was preparing to ride me. A dream situation for any normal blooded human. But my mind could only see the direness of my situation.

Of the five women, four were unattached. The fifth one was the girlfriend of the homeowner, whom I had already come upon that night, and I knew she was still hungry for more. Her boyfriend had disappeared to the bedroom, possibly not to witness his girlfriend's infidelity. Bonnie's breasts were still firmly planted in my mind from the tittyfuck I had given her earlier.

There were also Cassie and Claire. A lesbian couple, although I'd been told Cassie swung both ways. How would the other react if one of them took me for a ride? Would they break up? Would they enjoy it?

Jennifer was also a possibility. She had plainly stated earlier that, given the opportunity and the right by Sarah, she would fuck me. Her exact words, and I had no reason to doubt them. She had been Sarah's ex-girlfriend and was still in love with her, from what I had gathered. Could she use this as a way to get back at her? Had Sarah given her consent?

Finally, there was Sarah. The girl who had been chasing me. Or was it the other way around? It was getting very hard to tell at this point. There was so much play between us that I started to feel the entire event had been scripted, like a bad reality show. I loved her and she loved me. Why did we have to play all of these games?

There was a way out. A safe word. Trapezoid. I just had to say it out loud twice, and everything would stop. I would be safe. But from what? From possibility the greatest sex in my life? What kind of choice was that? Trapped between my conscience and my desire, I felt like I was floating in the water, unable to reach the shore or the ship, just drifting off.

The sensation of something rubbing against my manhood brought me back to reality. One of the girls was lowering herself on me. If I wanted to stop this, I had to talk right now. I only managed to exhale as the sensation of pleasure overcame me. There was no turning back now. I felt two hands rest on my chest.

Bonnie's voice came over from the side. I sighed internally. I was glad she was not the one mounting me. But it could have been any other girl.

"Here is the game, Jim. The one on you is going to ride you until you come. But there is a possibility open to you. If you can recite the poem you told us a minute ago, you get to switch girls. Of course, you have to do it while being ridden. And you don't have to."

The girl riding me started gliding up and down. The prospect of making love to one girl was stimulating enough, let alone two, or maybe more. My mouth was dry and I was having trouble concentrating. The hands of the other girls were still on me while one girl was mounting me. I wished for it to be Sarah for a while. I imagined it was. But I had no way of knowing. The latex somewhat dulled my sensation, the hands were non-descript, and the girls made no noise. After a few moments, I lost myself in the moment.

"O My Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;..."

I was trying desperately to remember the words. I was glad I had chosen a short poem. At this point, I wanted to fuck them all, and damn the consequences. My morality had taken a break and my libido was doing all the thinking. I mumbled through all the sentences of the poem, fighting through the pleasure because I wanted to resist. I wanted them all!

As if on cue, once I stopped the poem, I felt the girls stop caressing me. The one riding me got off, making sure the condom stayed in place. There was shuffling around me. Another girl was coming over to take me. I must have been mad. I felt myself slide into her without any resistance. She was already stimulated by the night's activities. For a moment, I dreamed it was Sarah, but then it was Jennifer, great kisser. Hands leaned against my body and continued to caress me. Almost immediately, I began to recite the poem again. It took all my willpower to hold it in as I finished the last sentence.

Hands were removed, the girl got off me, there was more shuffling and a third girl took her place. How much more could I take? I was in the throes of ecstasy. Despite my desire to have them all, I would have to settle for three. I grunted as I felt my release, unable to tolerate anymore stimulation. I went limp the second after that, and I felt the girl's body go limp on my own as well.

For a moment, time froze. There was no reality. Everything was illusion, and I was dead. That was the only explanation. Then, the reality of what I had just done dawned on me. I felt sick for a moment, but I was too weak to do anything about it.

I felt the ropes come off my hands. The girl on top of me removed the blindfold as she steadied herself, still impaled on me. It was Sarah. She was smiling. She leaned over and kissed me, passionately. I was confused.

"I'm sorry, Jim. I'm sorry."

I did not understand. The other girls were smiling.

"There were no other girls. It was me, all along."

I was stupid. I felt silly. They had been shuffling their feet around, but it had always been Sarah. She had told me beforehand. What I could not believe was that we had done it in front of her friends.

Suddenly, I realized she had kissed me.

"I needed to know how far you would go for me. It's crazy, I know. I'm like that. I can't help it."

I raised myself on my elbows and kissed her back. She joined in, and this time, our tongues met, and I collapsed back on the carpet.

"You should really get off me, I said."

She realized the position we were in and she moved off. I removed the latex and Jennifer took it from my hand, heading to the bathroom to dispose of it.

"You kissed me."

She smiled and kissed me again.

"I did, didn't I?
"I want kisses too! said Bonnie."

Sarah was only happy to oblige, and planted a big wet one on her. Claire and Cassie kissed each other, then kissed Sarah. Jennifer came back and joined in the all-girl kissing frenzy. Finally, all the girls leaned over to me and kissed me.

"You guys are crazy!"

I was laughing through my disbelief. Somewhere inside of me, I had known that it was Sarah. And yet, my mind had conjured up all these images of these other girls, simply because they had been around. Desire was a strange beast.

Not long after, Thomas and Barry came into the room. Why they had left they would not say, but I imagined it had something to do with Sarah and me.

"So... you enjoyed the experience?"

Barry's tone was that of camaraderie and friendship. I wondered if they had played the trick on him, but preferred not to ask.

"You know, it's almost midnight."

Bonnie jumped up and hit the power button on the television. The countdown to midnight had begun. Three minutes left. I took Sarah's hand in mine and moved her away from the group.

"There's something I need to tell you, Sarah."

She looked puzzled.

"That was a dirty trick, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed my evening. It was great. I've never had so much fun just fooling around and playing with my limits and challenging myself.
"But?
"But it can't always be like that. There has to be some normalcy to balance it, otherwise I'll go mad."

She smiled again before speaking.

"Every year, I have this resolution that I take. I say, I'm going to be a good girl now, I'm going to be more restrained and less aloof, more focused and less playful. Do you what happens every year?
"I think I do.
"I can't change who I am, Jim. I can tone it down, but I like challenging myself and experimenting, and running around naked in the woods, and frolicking in the snow. It's in my blood. But you're right. Tonight was... unique. If all of life was like that, sure, we would never be bored, but we would also be completely insane. I like insanity, but it does take its toll.
"So what now?
"Now, we watch the ball go down, and we get a room, and we make love."

She smiled again, then she took my hand and drew me towards the television. The countdown was now at fifteen seconds. I held on tight, and when the ball hit zero, I kissed her passionately.

The End...
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Yeah right! As if it's going to end like that! There's a lot more fun to be had here, and I'm sure Sarah and Jim will find more ways to challenge their limits along with their friends!
Seriously, I hope everyone appreciated this story. But the story also goes on.

[interesting]

Before I start coming up with ideas for my next story, I wanted to run a few things by you all. First of all, it was great fun to write it, and your positive comments made it all the more agreeable. Second, an artist is nothing without an audience. You make these stories possible.

So here's my thought. Now that Sarah and Jim will finally be going steady (hopefully), I was wondering what kind of mischief Sarah will drag Jim into (and vice versa, keeping in mind that Sarah is still much more open-minded than Jim). And I thought I'd ask the group.

What would you like to read about in the following story or stories? Bear in mind my limitations, but I am open to any and all suggestions. I may or may not include them in the story, depending mostly on the context. Always bear in mind that actions have consequences, and I will always try to reflect on them in my tales.

So there you have it. Another way to keep things... interesting.

[owlart]

Wow, what a superb story! Much more realistic than some of the outlandish stuff that's written, and hence much more erotic too. Keep up the good work, and I'd love to read more about Sarah and Jim's exploits in the future!

[rpUral]

Wonderful story, great ending. Also I really appreciate the good use of English and grammar. Thanks for a really enjoyable read.

[fun-dave]

wow! this story was amazing! and i cant wait to read more storys from you

i loved the way it was believable it had twists and it wasnt just 5 teenagers shagging and lots of graphic description! the mind is much better at giving u these images than reading loads of over the top descriptions


as for idea's i would love for it to be a few months down the line maybe with an update of how theyve got on then. maybe have it so jim surprices sarah by taking her away on vacation and renting a cabin but doesnt tell her till they arrive that he has invited everyone along . and he could do this to show sarah he can push his boundrys himself thanks to her , maybe she felt they were stagnating and they were been daring and challenging themselfs.

could always add a new character maybe a partner for thomas or jen be nice to see her happy. (haha im so in to the story im feeling sorry for characters ) (thats how good your story is)



but yes great story cant wait for more

[interesting]

All great ideas, fun-dave. I'm currently working on the prequel (my mistress is a demanding lady, and by mistress, I mean the story itself). I will definitely consider these options when I revisit the future for these characters.

[applebooty]

Originally Posted by interesting

All great ideas, fun-dave. I'm currently working on the prequel (my mistress is a demanding lady, and by mistress, I mean the story itself). I will definitely consider these options when I revisit the future for these characters.

Please do. That was a good idea Fun-Dave, wish I'd thought of it.

[japanese moron]

Please continue the story in one way or another!

I think the idea of a few months down the line works. How you'd make it work i don't know, maybe one paragraph on the months that were unwritten then bring it back to the present. How you bring it along is up to you, though to quote your writing:

Originally Posted by interesting

running around naked in the woods, and frolicking in the snow.

Had to drop that in!

But seriously, you did an awesome job of this and i'll be watching for all other installations of this!

[Redneckgirl88]

This story was so amazing.. Anything about Sara and Jim.. would be great.. Please keep writing..

[interesting]

In case any one has not noticed, a new story has sprung up.

'Sarah's Flirtations'

[japanese moron]

tho its interesting to read i still think this was the better story, i dunno why but this one rocked!

<nudge> make another chapter for this <nudge>

[interesting]

I'll try to come up with something, but inspiration has to come naturally in order for the stories to stand out. I find that when I force the inspiration it resists.

I would like to know specifics of your likes/dislikes so I can see what works and what doesn't, but I know it's hard sometimes to be specific and what one appreciates and one doesn't. I do hope you're enjoying the other story, though. I'm doing my best to keep it interesting.