Finish the race

Oh my god!”

It startled me. Rachel was behind me watching what I was watching with her hand over her mouth.

Oh my god James. Oh my god I'm so sorry.

For what? You didn't put Darius big fucking D's dick In my girlfriends mouth did you?

That came out too harsh But at this point what the fuck did i care.

No I just… Then she hugged me. Tears fell freely now as did my phone from my hand.

After a few minutes. I had nothing to say and I quit crying because what good was that.

Sorry. I'm just bummed I guess. I chuckled.

I'm going to fucking kill that bitch.

No you're not.

You know what I mean. When Emma hears

Emma doesn't need to know shit. No one needs to know anything.

….James

What everyone should know how im a fucking dumbass? How I don't know my girlfriend is whoring around. How she's Suckng everyone's dick but mine. How last night she fucked two guys after I left. How on my god damn birthday she fucked another guy While I just get fucking Cucked on the fucking phone.

I'm breathing fast and my mouth is moving faster than my brain but my anger is so forceful and direct. I know the problem. It's me and this whore and me and this whore and it's a never ending circle. I'm spinning out.

Can you imagine how much of a bitch this makes me? I half sob.

God damnit Rachel.

Why can't I just love someone who'll love me.

FUCK!!

Then I kicked the metal mesh trash can container over and over denting it in. While yelling mother fucker over and over.

JAMES!

I finally hear her through the ringing in my head.

She looks out of breath like she's been yelling at me for a minute and I'm only hearing her now. She has tears running down her face.

God, I can't do anything right can I?

I sit and put my hands over my face. The tears are running down my face and through my hands but I don't cry out. I don't have the heart or energy or maybe the power to actually cry. I'm just melting.

Rachel at some point put her arms around me. She smells good. I don't know how because she had to run the 4x8 already, but she has the same strawberry or some kind of berry smell to her. It's Nice, I want to tell her that or something or to thank her or to stop thinking “or” about everything.

“Well this sucks,” is all I get out as I wipe my face off with my shirt.

I'm sorry I suck or, I just, I don't know.

Rachel is wiping tears off her face too. No James I'm sorry this is terrible. I'm so sorry.

She wraps her arms around my neck and embraces me again.

But I made you cry.

She lets out a pained giggle.

“You being hurt made me cry.”

Me being an idiot made me hurt. I just…. I thought this was different. I'm bad at women.

Rachel pulled back from me. “It had nothing to do with you.”

Yeah but it never works out. I messed up getting close to Emma, this total cluster fuck, and you were the only person I dated who never made me sad. I mean we were pretty happy and I couldn't even keep that together.

“James…” she bit her lip. She was always the cutest when she bit her lip or was nervous.

And you always smell so nice.

She leaned in and kissed me. We're kissing, softly. It's nice so I keep kissing her and I put my hands up to her face. She always liked it when I touched her face when we kissed. This feels so good and I want more. My hand moves to the back of her head and our kiss deepens. I slide my tongue into her mouth slightly and she welcomes it. She moans in my mouth and I climb on top of her and push her down on the bench. My right leg is on the ground and my left leg is bent with my knee And thigh pressed against her groin. We are in full make out mode and she is starting to grind against my leg and I press it harder against her.

As I break away to breathe she seems to Want to say something but I just kiss her neck and my Right hand gropes her breast.

Breathlessly she moans “oh God james”

I continue kissing her lips, neck, and nibbling at her.

We Should stop.

Yes but I won't.

I kiss her deeply and then pull back.

I'm sorry but you'll have to tell me to stop or I won't be able to.

I kissed her. She doesn't say anything or seems to want to stop anything.

“Then I guess I'll see how much you want”I said as I slid my left hand down the front of her spanks And down Her smooth mound.

Oh fuck.

I'll at least say that I know how to use my fingers. And Rachel was the first girl I learned how to turn into a squirt gun.

For her it starts with rubbing. Deep rubbing that nears penetrations. I needed to get my fingers wet enough that rubbing her clit would feel lubed enough. Luckily she was already pretty ready from our making out. Once my fingers got to her clit she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a deep kiss where her tongue wanted to explore my throat. I was a willing victim and now her hand was rubbing the front of my warm up pants that were over my shorts. It didn't take much for her to know I was rock hard.

What happened next was when the surprises started happening.

My fingers were soaked from rubbing her clit which meant I'd take my index and middle finger and squeeze her little head. This was always the last move before I'd finger pump her until she'd squirt and make a mess.

When I clamped down on her clit she moaned hard in my mouth but pushed me back. I almost fell over because I was leaning so hard into her and her hand rubbing my cock through my pants that I had to stand or stumble up.

She was bright red and breathing heavily. Oh shit did I just half **** her? Wait, did she want this? Did she half **** me? I don't get a word out but I'm sure I look confused as she stands up.

She kisses me before I can say anything And reaches down my pants. This is a positive, am I going to get a blow job. That's a nice upgrade. Once she's pulled down the layers of clothes and fishes out my fully erect cock she pushes my back onto the bench. This isn't the most copasetic position for a…. my brain stops thinking. Rachel puts her thumbs in her waistband and pushes her spanks to the ground. She fumbles for a moment getting her shoe through the leg of one and leaves her spanks dangling on one leg. My eyes are as wide as they can possibly be.

This is how much I want.

She climbed on top of me and put one around my neck as she kissed me. Her other hand gets ahold of my cock and directs it into the wetness.

“Ohhh” we moan in unison as we become one. Before she reaches the bottom of me she rocks forward and back. She's dripping down my shaft and onto my balls.

“You're so wet.”

“Uh” is all she can muster to say.

To measure my enjoyment of it I thrust up and bottomed out on her and I definitely hit what I assume is her cervix.

“Oh god!” was her response and she must have thought it was church as she repeated it every time I trusted up into her.

My only experience in the wonders of slamming repeatedly into a pussy so tight I hit a woman's cervix was Tina. It was when we first started having sex. She complained I was too big. It was a massive compliment and ego boost. Although that led to her saying it hurt too much, didn't want to do it rough, or couldn't handle it right now. Those comments became more frequent along the same time I wasn't bottoming out in her anymore. I was confused because I thought it was her body getting used to me but as I know now it was her getting used to Darius.

Rachel at least from her holy commune was enjoying the extra stretching I was providing her as she grabbed my hair and silently screamed into my neck. It was the same time her wetness released and got all over my warmup pants I was wearing. She wasn't ready for the depth but instead of being considerate I thought about Tina. It pissed me off and I had this amazing pussy I was going to pound into submission in front of me.

I stood her up and pulled down my recently wetter pants and shorts.

“Oops,” She said cutely.

I wasn't ready for cuteness. I put my fingers in and pumped out another spray from her cunt.

Oh god damnit James.

I turned her around and pushed her into the fence.

Oh… Oooooh oh fuck.

She didn't have much time to recover as I **** my full way into her. The few moments outside of her gave me at least another minute or two of heavy hitting. I was making love to a friend who was there to comfort me. I was going to be fucking her so hard she might not be able to run her next event.

I wasn't going for duration or even peak pleasure; it was just the rapid smacking of our hips and my balls slapping against her pussy from behind. The dull pain of my balls hitting so hard against her gave me even more time to piston into her but even rage fucking had to come to an end. I was at my bursting point and Rachel was hardly able to audibly grunt.

I'm about to. As I pulled out

Rachel came back alive with a moan and she moved onto her knees but maybe it was more of a collapse.

I couldn't Hold it and took aim at her face. I loved giving facials although it was very late in the game to realize I wasn't pulling off a condom to give this one.

The first shot hit her forehead but mostly went over her head. Then Rachel locked in and opened her mouth to give me a target to pump the last few spurts into. Damn it was at least 3 more full seeded ropes into her mouth. I pervertedly enjoyed seeing her gulp it down and even more and she licked my cock a few times and milked the last drop.

Jesus fucking christ Rachel.

I collapsed onto the bench. Trying to catch my breath. I watched Rachel as her breathing slowed as she was still on her knees. She got up with the help of the fence. Looking at the puddle under where she was and the other puddle where we were sitting. We looked at each other next.

Hahahahahaha she started to laugh. It was contagious

Hahahahahahaha we both laughed hard looking at the complete mess that this dugout became. A destroyed trash can and container, a pushed out fence, pussy juice all over the place, and two very rawly fucked teens.

I'm sorry and thank you and maybe sorry if it was too much.

“James don't.” Rachel just waved me off as she wanted to clean up and get dressed.

We got ourselves wiped off, adjusted, and straightened up as much as we could and we silently started walking back To the track. I caught myself staring at Rachel waiting to see if she was mad that I just used her as my cocksleeve, or would think we are dating, shit should I hold her hand?

What? She asked

I think too much when I don't take ritalin.

Huh?

I mean I just want to know…. How are you and thanks.

She snorted. “Yeah”

Umm yeah.

Well I'm glad you're feeling better but I didn't think that's how it would happen.

Yeah… I mean are you mad?

“Mad? James.” she sounded mad, she stopped and turned to face me. I am on the verge of tears again. I can't have another relationship fucked up and my nerves are shit Right now.

James, she sees it on my face…. Oh James she brings her hands to my face and kisses my cheek.

“James no. I'm not mad. You literally just gave me my best fuck of my life. But it's complicated like a lot.”

Yeah.

I'm kinda mad, but not like that.

Kinda mad?

I'm mad why we had sex. I'm mad you thought about her.

“I didn't….”I stopped when she looked at her. “Yeah”

I'm mad that we hadn't done that before.

Yes. I agreed emphatically.

I'm mad that i running will suck….. and i'm mad that i don't know if it'll happen again.

The last comment sounded sad. That kind of hurt but I understood.

“I know. It's complicated but….. you said I was the best?” Man's law and me being an idiot who'd say anything to make people laugh required me to say it.

Oh you ass.

“Yes it's nice, not as nice as yours but I work out.” I was back to full deflection of emotions so more or less normal.

God you're an idiot sometimes.

I turn to walk away but she grabs my hand.

“You're an idiot but you're a good person and I'll always be there for you.”

I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips. A kiss with all the love I could muster.

“And me for you.”

“Better”

We went back to the meet. I ran, pretty well if i must say so. My times should be enough to get a scholarship, but I'll be going to University with Emma and Rachel. I'm clearly going to be breaking up with the hoe Tina. But those are adventures for another time, I have a birthday to celebrate.