Leaves stinging now

When the credits had been rolling for a minute or two, Stacy limped her way down the aisle to find Peter. She had left Terry to his after-movie tasks, leaving that tiny room with a lot more aplomb than she currently felt. She had even teasingly informed him that if he ever wanted another try, she could tie her hair up and wear baggy clothes if he wanted… Make her voice sound a bit more… rugged. They had both laughed at that, but he hadn’t said no to the proposition… She wondered if delving into her tight behind had not been pleasurable enough an experience to cross that boundary. Sex was not all about love, after all… that was her mantra of the hour.

Pete jumped up when he saw her, rushing in to help. She waved him away, this was something she was determined to walk off alone. He asked what had gone on. “We just talked… got it all sorted out.” She smilingly lied, very obviously aware that he wasn’t going to fall for it, but averting all explanations until later. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to tell the boys. Did she have a right to out Terry to his own brother? She’d given him her phone number though, she could ask him later.

They left the dark cinema through the front door this time, blinking back out into the sunshine. Mark had called them both. They said they’d meet him at the usual spot. Neither told him anything, Peter obviously conflicted in keeping his own silence. Stacy felt sorry for the lad, she could see the strain this was putting on him. He cared about both her and Terry after all… and had only educated guesses about what had transpired. Still, as far as she could see: everything had worked out in the end. She’d helped a man in need. She knew who had access to her catalog of indecency and was fairly convinced they weren’t going to end up in the hands of her classmates or on the local news. What was a freshly opened asshole for that? Besides… she’d already been considering letting the boys have a go in there soon… Just, with a bit more lube and preparation perhaps…

Mark was overjoyed to see them. He always got a little over-pumped after playing with his bandmates. Though he kept that side of his life surprisingly detached from everything else... For the first time, Stacy began to wonder why? As he bowled her over onto one of their blankets. He slid straight in, but Stacy didn’t mind. Compared to what she’d just been through a good old-fashioned pussy-fucking seemed quite soothing and refreshing. Though, somewhere in her depths the two tubes clearly came close enough to rub some rawness. She let the twinges of pain intertwine with the waves of tingling pleasure, just as she had done when this pair had taken her virginity. Somehow one echoed and expanded on the other. The girl caught herself slightly worryingly enjoying both. Just as she was both terrified and electrified by the thought of being exposed in public. Just as she was both disgusted by Mr Chambers and had let him rub himself near to completion against her ass. As she felt her friend pour yet another creamy load right into the heart of her, Stacy wondered just what it would take to turn her off these days. Everything seemed orgasmic. The sun, the stars, the dirt and the concrete. She was a mound of flesh to be defiled. A soft place for lost souls to hide. It all sounded like just a ridiculously melodramatic way for a slut to defend her actions… Yet she couldn’t help but believe it too. Sex was magic, pure and simple. It was all she ever wanted to be doing.