Brandon, who offers his assistance

"Hey there," a very naked Brandon said, enclosing Jennifer with large arms. "You're Jennifer right?"

Jennifer was helpless, a rare feeling in her life. The insanity of the situation and the raging erotic storm that her brain had become paralyzed her. All she could do was nod sharply and watch Brandon's wide grin form on his face.

"Need some help?" He didn't ask a question, but simply pointed out the patently obvious, and started to enjoy for himself as he craned down to kiss her neck.

"Ahh..." the air escaping her lungs strummed across her vocal cords. She felt like that was a surrender, the last gasp of a confused mind as it sank into madness. This was mad, she thought and she encircled his neck. Pure craziness, she mused as she rubbed her panty-clad pussy against his stiff manhood. Absolute... fuck I need this. Her brain accepted the inevitable. She grabbed Brandon's head and planted a fierce kiss on his delicious lips.

He tried to pin her against him, but she manged to wriggle free. "C'mon," she breathed, clenching Brandon's hand and towing him down the stairs. At the bottom, she spun him off his feet so he landed on the soft grass below, then pounced.

"Damn, you need it as much as I do," Brandon grunted.

"I only want to hear my name from your mouth as you fuck me, damn horny teen," Jennifer snarled, pulling her panties aside as she ground against his groin. She lined him up, and, after a brief appreciation of Brandon's turgidity, she sheathed his sword within her.

"Ohhh, fuck..." she groaned. "Fuck... it's been too long..."

"Jennifer, shit you're tight." Brandon strained his words through gritted teeth. He steadied her descent by pulling her down by her waist, allowing Brandon the privilege of savoring her toned ass. He passed a hand across her lightly muscled abdomen, traveling up to maul those bountiful mounds.

In Jennifer's head, she time-traveled back to her senior year of high school, prom night with her date, Emmanuel Nolton. The French foreign exchange student that year, she remembered their good friendship and how he confided in her that he didn't want to return to France without having at least one date with an American girl. So, being friends, she had offered herself as his "prom queen" as he poetically put it, and the entire night they were inseparable. She never knew what it was -- his company, his sweet-talk, the setting, the fact he pulled out all the stops to ensure they had a great time including a rented limo and a hotel room -- but they completely ruined their friendship that night. Repeatedly. And twice the next morning. Needless to say, Emmanuel got his wish, and Jennifer left with a smile and a permanent, beautiful memory.

Brandon fit the bill for Emmanuel in terms of height and build, though Brandon's athletic frame was more muscular than his had been. That didn't matter to her -- really, right now, that was a bonus -- though she often wondered about what happened to him after he returned to France, and if he too remembered their wonderful night of passion.

During her reverie, Brandon had discarded her uniform top and bra, and went diving for her nipples. Tasting her light mountain peaks brought him to the realization that his cock was being ridden by a real woman, sexy and gorgeous and ten years his senior. Her entire body shape was different. The swell of her breasts was more pronounced, the flare of her hips seemed more mature, and even her cunt held a level of experience as it enveloped his dick. She was strong too, she had a power that even his football player's body had a hard time overturning, and frankly, he wanted her to continue taking the lead. With Ashley, he always seemed to be the more dominant one, which was fine by him, but to be desired so much by a woman as to have her treat him like a lion regards an antelope was... a welcome contrast.

"Jennifer, you're so god damn sexy," Brandon said, pumping harder into her ministrations in his lap. Her blonde hair swung behind her like a metronome, and Brandon wanted to keep time. "You can keep me up all night."

"Yeah?" she replied, eyes half-closed. She hung onto Brandon's shoulders, using him like a pogo stick. "Wanna make that a promise? Can you keep up with me?"

Brandon lashed an arm around her waist and in one motion Jennifer found grass blades surrounding her head. Directly above, a wildflower arced into her field of vision, with its thick nectar seeping from its bulb.

"Don't think I can?" Brandon punctuated his answer with a hard thrust, releasing a happy squeal from his lover. "Let's try... ah fuck yeah!"