A time for work, a time for play

(originally Posted by YearEnds)

"Dude, where the fuck are you!" screamed Dave. Adam held his cell away from his ear.

"I'm back at my place. I don't know why I came here instead of waiting for you guys. Look, I'm sorry, I'll get over there right now."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You owe us, man."

"Yeah, sure. Look, the tickets are on me, okay? Now I've got to get going."

Adam hung up and tossed his cell into the passenger's seat, squirming a little to try to get his boner into a more comfortable position. He had no idea why he was hard. Jen had never made him hard--she was his sister for Christ's sake!--and her friend--Amy? Annie? Anya?--was attractive enough, he supposed, but not really his type. He began silently praying that it would go away before he caught up with Dave and Paul.

And it did.

Breathing a sigh of relief as he pulled up to the sidewalk where his friends were waiting. He dug in his pocket for his wallet and, as his friends entered the car, they thrust out their hands and nodded as he gave them each twenty-five.

"But you're still buying your own food and drinks."

"Course, man. Though someone who was really sorry about almost making us late for the game would buy us those, too."

Adam groaned and floored it to the stadium.

It was exciting, as baseball games went. At least, it was exciting if you were a home fan. The visiting fan section seemed to become a speaker playing a constant groan.

Adam whistled as he walked out of the stadium with his friends, tossing the home run ball he'd caught, the third of nine hit that night. All by the home team, of course, and in a perfect game to boot.

"I guess you guys will want a ride home, too." The three piled into Adam's car and he drove halfway across the city, three times, before getting home, wearily saying "Hi" to his parents, and crashing with his clothes still on.

--

Adam woke up and looked through bleary eyes at his alarm clock.

"8 AM? Why the hell..." He trailed off as he noticed that the alarm switch was in the "Off" position. Maybe he'd forgotten to turn it on yesterday.

He jumped up, grabbed a towel and a change of clothes, raced into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

He was pretty good at taking quick showers, but as he vigorously scrubbed, he felt his cock hardening again.

He moaned as what felt like lips touch it, and again as he felt as if it were fully inside a warm, wet mouth. He moaned some more as what felt like a tongue started flickering over it, and the lips moved back and forth, allowing the tongue to touch every part, sometimes even seeming to snake out to apparently tickle his balls.

He stopped scrubbing as he felt his orgasm approach. The invisible mouth lingered, but his cum--and he was sure he had never shot as big a load in his life--spurted out, somehow directed downward, and spiraled down the drain.

He completed his shower in what he thought must be record time, dried himself off, got dressed quickly, brushed his teeth and dashed back to his room to grab his bag for school.

His clock, somehow, showed 8:10--and he knew that he had never taken only ten minutes to use the bathroom in the morning.

Shaking his head, he ran downstairs, grabbing a piece of buttered toast as he diverted through the kitchen, and hastily ate it as he went to his car.

Normally Jen would be standing there, smiling and asking if her dear brother would give her a ride to school. Granted, normally he left rather earlier.

"Okay, if you want a ride, Jen," he said to the empty air, "I'll give you one, but I've got to leave now!"

Hearing no reply, he got in, threw his bag on the passenger's seat and drove off.

While waiting to turn onto the arterial, he noticed that his gas tank was nearly full, which was strange, since the car was old and he had figured that he would have to use his free period to fill it up after all the driving he'd done last night. He shrugged his shoulders, merged onto the main road and focused on driving.

He knew that it normally took him a good thirty minutes to get to school, and that was if he left twenty minutes earlier, before traffic got really heavy. Today, he hit no red lights and made it to school in twenty-five.

He walked into the school and headed for his locker.

As he neared it, Sarah LaShay, a girl who would never give him the time of day and to whom he was more than happy to return the favour, looked him up and down, winked, and indicated that she'd slipped something in his locker. And he thought that her boobs and ass were bigger. Maybe just a bit, or maybe he just hadn't really looked at her before. Her friends--or, rather, hangers-on--Evelyn Goldberg, Mona O'Connor and Abigail Fitzgerald, did the same, and he was quite sure that Mona, at least, was bigger, since they'd been friends until a month ago when Sarah had **** Mona to choose between them and he'd promptly found himself blocked from every aspect of her life.

Opening his locker, he put his bag in and noticed four folded pieces of paper at the bottom. He picked one up--it was marked "A"--and opened it. Then he picked up the one marked "M" and read it.

It was Mona's personal information. All of it.

Her name, her address, her phone numbers, her e-mail accounts, all her social media accounts, the forums she frequented, even the site for which she wrote dominatrix fetish stories, and all the passwords. Even her personal measurements were included, and then he knew she'd grown--they'd been fooling around not long before she had cut him off, and he knew that she was a 34B-24-34, not the 36C-22-36 she now claimed to be.

He felt himself getting hard again, and this time his dick seemed to get even bigger, straining painfully against his fly. Once again he prayed for it to go down, but to no avail, and he slouched a little to try to hide it.

He sailed through his classes that morning, his teachers not bothering to ask him to answer any questions, and for some reason he couldn't quite understand went out to his car at the start of his free period, right before lunch.

He started it up and found that the tank was almost empty, as it had been last night. Goggling, he drove to the nearest gas station, finding that they had the lowest prices he'd seen in weeks. He gladly filled up and got a sandwich from the store across the street, then drove back to school.

He ate his sandwich in an unused classroom before lunch, then went back to his locker and pondered the four notes. Pulling out his phone, he went to one of the sites and found that the passwords did, in fact, work. He didn't change anything, but resolved to take a closer look later once he was at home.

Wandering through the quiet halls, he heard a "psst" from another empty classroom.

Evelyn was standing in the doorway, looking enticing. She crooked a finger at him and he went over to her.

"So," she whispered, "how about we do something fun over lunch?" She spun him around, closed and locked the door behind her, stripped off her clothes--proving that her measurements, 36E-24-40, were the same as in her note--and fucked him silly for an hour.

When Adam got home, he dithered around on his computer, almost forgetting about the notes after an exhausting PE class to end the day, and only after dinner did he pull out the one marked "E" and phone Evelyn.

"Who is this?"

"Adam McKay," he replied.

"And who the fuck are you?"

"The guy you fucked for an hour today?"

"What the hell are you talking about, you sick psycho? Oh, wait, Adam McKay? Mona told me all about you, you freak. Never call this number again or I'll call the cops!" For some reason, she didn't hang up after that, but he did midway through a curse-filled rant about him, clearly delivered as she walked away from her phone.

Horribly confused, Adam tried the passwords on the sheets, but none of them worked. He couldn't even find the site where Mona claimed she wrote her porn.

He collapsed on his bed, trying to figure out what the hell had gone on that day.

--

Jen and Amia sat in Jen's soundproofed room, giggling like little girls, meanwhile running the universe from the pocket dimension Jen had created the previous day, deciding the fates of millions every second.

"Think he'll ever figure it out?" said the Goddess.

"Nah, he's not imaginative enough," said the angel. "But his cock was great!"

"Yeah, I know, I got to it first, remember?"

"Yeah, but I got more of it." Amia stuck her tongue out at Jen, who snapped her fingers and made the angel unable to retract it. She sat on Amia's face, indicating that the only way the angel would be able to speak clearly again was to bring her mistress to orgasm. Amia happily obliged.

"So, should we make those four actually fall completely in love with him, or should we just keep impersonating them?" asked Jen once Amia could speak again.