Days Past

18 year old Danielle Franklin moaned as a pair of strong dark hands gripped her body, and the teenaged blonde couldn’t help but wriggle in delight.

“You’re so tight.” the owner of those hands groaned.

“I gotta say…” Danielle panted, her perky young breasts rising and falling rapidly as she breathed hard. “You are one hell of a masseuse.”

The blonde cheerleader captain was currently at the gym, her tight athletic body subject to the careful ministrations of her favorite personal trainer, Mr. Caleb Cross.

“Thank you, Ms. Franklin.” the personal trainer chuckled, patting her on the back as he stepped back from her. Danielle rose up out of her chair, rolling her shoulders and humming satisfactorily. “I haven’t had any complaints.”

Dani was at the gym today in a gray sports bra and some dark green yoga pants. Said sports bra showed off plenty of her tanned cleavage, and said yoga pants showed off that tight ass she was so proud of. Her long golden blonde hair, which she usually wore loose and falling down past her breasts, was pulled up into a high ponytail.

“So, is that everything for today?” Dani questioned, putting her hands on her curvaceous hips.

“We’ve been at it for an hour already.” Mr. Cross nodded. “Let’s pick back up with your next session in two days.”

“Works for me. I have cheer tomorrow anyways.” Dani shrugged.

“Perfect, then.” he said.

———

Emma Blake lifted her head from the book she was reading as a young man walked into her living room.

“Can I help you?” the nineteen year old girl asked, raising her eyebrows. The young man gave her a look that she could only construe as hungry, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“I’d be happy to help you any time.” the young man smirked, and Emma fought the urge to gag.

“Riiiight.” she said, unimpressed. “I’m not looking for your kind of help, I’m afraid. Who are you, and why the hell are you in my house?”

“I was looking for the hottest girl in town, of course.” the guy shrugged. He couldn’t have been older than 18, Emma figured.

“Stop with the pick-up lines, OK?” Emma sighed.

“You taken already?” the guy frowned.

“No, you’re just very annoying.” Emma shook her head. “Now, either tell me who the hell you are, or get the hell out.”

“Em! Are you being difficult?” a voice groaned, and Emma’s little sister walked into the room, putting her hands on her hips.

“Should have known he was here because of you.” Emma groaned right back. “Keep your jock idiots away from me, please.”

“Hey!” the guy protested, but Emma just glared at him.

“Give us a minute, would you, Grant?” Emma’s little sister sighed.

He nodded, and walked out of the room, leaving the Blake sisters alone.

“Seriously, Rachel? Stop bringing guys over, or Dad’s gonna lose his shit.” Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. Her little sister, 18 year old Rachel Blake, scoffed, hands still on her hips.

“Like Dad ever pulls out of Mom enough to notice.” Rachel rolled her bright blue eyes. Today, Emma’s buxom brunette little sister was wearing white jeans and a pink crop top that did very little to hide her extremely prominent chest. Emma’s own chest was plenty prominent, equally so if not ever so slightly bigger, but she didn’t strut around flaunting it for every horny dick with a dick.

“Gross!” Emma complained. “Just be happy your parents love each other. My friend Maddie’s dad left her mom. For the teacher she hates!”

“Must suck to be Maddie.” Rachel shrugged. “I’m not a huge fan of watching my parents grope each other.”

“It’s not half as bad as you make it sound. They just love each other.” Emma protested. “And that’s not the point. The point is I don’t want to have to deal with all the horny idiots you bring home trying to sweet-talk me.”

“You should take it as a compliment! You’re almost as sexy as me, boys notice that kind of thing.” Rachel said with a smirk. Her long dark hair streamed down her shoulders, and her pale skin shone a bit from sweat thanks to the heat of the California summer sun.

“Your boyfriend in there called me the hottest woman in town.” Emma pointed out.

“He says that to all the girls he wants to bang.” Rachel waved her hand dismissively. “He only really means it if he goes down on you.”

“Jesus Christ, Rachel!” Emma exclaimed. “You know, that friend of yours Dani has been a horrible influence on you. You were such a sweetheart before you met her.”

“I was shy and being bullied!” Rachel exclaimed too, but louder. “That’s what you prefer for me?”

“Of course I don’t prefer you getting bullied! Don’t purposely misunderstand me, Rach.” Emma sighed, exasperated.

“I’ve never felt better than I have since I met Danielle. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had, and she’s the reason that jealous bitches like you don’t bully me anymore.” Rachel shook her head, and stomped out.

“Jealous bit-? We wear the same size bra!” Emma shouted after her sister, but the slamming door just proved that Rachel wasn’t listening.

———

An hour away from Amethyst Shore, in a dorm room on the High Spires University campus in Coral Sands, 20 year old college sophomore Jeremiah Holland groaned as a gorgeous blonde’s tongue swirled around his cock.

“Fuck… Esme…” Jeremiah groaned, and the 21 year old Esme Kennedy winked one of her gray eyes at Jeremiah, her tongue sliding along the underside of Jeremiah’s big throbbing cock.

Esme was a stunningly gorgeous young woman, with lush curves and a round ass to match, but her very large tits were the real highlight of her body. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a hastily done messy bun, as she’d pulled a ponytail off her wrist and thrown her hair up just before she’d gotten on her knees to start sucking on her boyfriend’s cock.

Jeremiah was a popular guy on the HSU campus, and the fact that he had a junior as his girlfriend wasn’t a huge surprise to anyone. His best friend Jenson Barnes was very jealous, as were a lot of other guys. After all, it wasn’t every day somebody took Esme Kennedy off the market. She wasn’t one of the slutty sorority girls who Jenson had such an affinity for, but Esme was indeed popular, and had been borderline ignoring the male populace of HSU for her first two years here.

Then, Esme had met Jeremiah, and Jeremiah hadn’t been able to resist her. The beautiful and brainy busty gray-eyed blonde was just too damn alluring, and Jeremiah hadn’t been able to rest until he got her to agree to a date with him. And much to his pleasure, the date had gone very well.

A heavy knock came on the door of Jeremiah’s bedroom, and Jeremiah was very content to ignore it, but then Esme’s lips came off his cock.

“Answer it!” Esme hissed, and she lifted her hands to cover up her bare tits. With a sigh, Jeremiah tucked his cock, still glistening with Esme’s saliva, back into his boxers and zipped up his shorts. He crossed the room to the door, and glanced back as his chesty girlfriend ducked out of sight of the door.

Jeremiah opened the door and found Jenson standing there, grinning.

“Somebody better be dying.” Jeremiah said by way of greeting.

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Jenson winced. “Sorry, didn’t know Es was over.”

“Hi, Jenson.” Esme called.

“Hi, Esme!” Jenson called back. “Sorry to interrupt you guys, I just wanted to see if Jerry here was going to the game tonight.”

“Oh, we’re definitely going.” Esme answered for him. “Not every day we get to play Arcadia U.”

“Exactly!” Jenson thumped Jeremiah on the chest. “Arcadia is our biggest rivals, you two can screw any night.”

“Thanks for that.” Jeremiah shook his head. “Yeah, we’ll be there.”

“Great. Oh, hey, you know if Tess is going to be there?” Jenson asked with a grin.

“Fuck’s sake, leave my sister alone.” Jeremiah groaned. “You know she doesn’t like you.”

“I don’t know that at all.” Jenson shook his head. “I just know that you think that. Tessa loves me!”

“Tessa is a senior who’s just focused on getting out of here and getting a job.” Jeremiah said dryly. “She’s definitely not into you.”

“Jerry, Jerry, Jerry. You underestimate my charm and charisma.” Jenson shook his head.

A fully dressed Esme sidled up against Jeremiah, and he slipped an arm familiarly around his girlfriend’s waist. She wore a purple crop top with gold HSU letters on it, and a pair of daisy dukes that showed off her flawless long legs.

“I think Jeremiah has a perfect grasp of your charisma.” Esme told her boyfriend’s best friend with a grin.

“Et tu, Esme?” Jenson groaned.

“Et tu.” she nodded in confirmation. “Now, I expect you’ll be wanting me to procure drinks for you?”

“If you’d be so kind.” Jenson nodded, and Jeremiah nodded in agreement.

“Fine. Whose turn is it to pay me?” Esme asked, glancing between the two younger men.

Jenson and Jeremiah looked at each other.

“Rock paper scissors?” Jenson asked hopefully.

“Nope. It’s your turn.” Jeremiah smirked. Esme stuck out her hand, and Jenson grumbled the entire time as he pulled out his wallet.