"Let's head back to my place."

"Come on, get dressed, I've got a car, so I'll drive us." As Carla says this you feel her now flaccid penis exit your rear, leaving you with a surprisingly empty feeling.

"Well, uh, I-I don't know, I mean, I need to call my mom, and the coach wanted to see me..." As you try to dissuade her, she seems decidedly uninterested in what he has to say, instead focusing on toweling herself off.

"Look, just call your mommy and tell her that you're gonna hangout with some friends or something, I'm sure a sexy little thing like you must have some. As for the coach, heh, I don't think there'll be an issue there." While you consider trying to dissuade her further, you realize that it probably won't get you anywhere, so instead you work on getting yourself cleaned up and dressed, hoping that maybe your mother could get you out of this. After a few minutes of silence you finish dressing yourself, and you find that Carla has done the same, and is impatiently waiting for you to finish.

"Come on sissy, I haven't got all day. Oh, and don't forget your pretty little outfit either." You groan inwardly as she says this, though you are sure to retrieve the leotard, after all, the last thing you want to do today is piss-off Ms. Slipknot by losing it. Finally finished, you and Carla start to make your way toward the door, and you can't help but flinch when she wraps her muscular arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to her as you exit the locker room. However, the real surprise comes when you walk outside, only to find you P.E. coach leaning against the nearby wall, and rather than angry, she seems to look quite satisfied when she sees you!

"Well well, it looks like little Dougie got lucky." Ms. Slipknot jeers, and you're sure that you turn five different shades of red in response.

"Hah, you could say that again coach. And trust me when I say that his "luck" won't be running out for a while yet." As Carla responds to Ms. Slipknot, all she does is give you what you think is a knowing grin, and you start to wonder if what happened to you was an accident. "Hey, babe, isn't there something you wanted to return to the coach?" As she says this she nudges you gently, or as gently as she can manage anyway, and you remember that you're clutching the pink "leotard" that got you into this mess.

You quickly hold it out in front of you, offering it to your teacher, too embarrassed to actually say anything to her. "Oh, I'm glad to see that you didn't forget to bring this back to me, but you know, we've just got so many of these lying around, I think you should keep that one. Consider it a gift. Now, I think I've held you kids up for long enough, and I'm sure you two have a lot you want to "talk" about, so I'll just be on my way." With that final remark Ms. Slipknot leaves, giving a Carla a slap on the back, and you a somewhat unnerving grin, though she does whisper something to her star-player as she walks past, but you're not sure what exactly.

"Alright, now that that's over with, let's get going. I can't wait to get you in my bed and fuck you properly." While you're a bit shocked by how forward Carla is, there is little you can do about it as she urges you forward with her, so instead you just consider yourself lucky that there was no one around to hear her. After a short walk the two of you find the school parking lot, and it's not particularly difficult to guess which car belongs to you new "lover", considering that only a select few remain. While you're not really too good with cars, you're pretty sure that it's some kind of old muscle car, complete with a red paint job. "Hop in, the door should be unlocked. You can call your parents while I drive."

You nervously open the door to her car, and quickly pull out your cellphone, and begin dialing your mom. After a few moments you feel Carla start her vehicle, and seconds later your hear your mother answer her phone, her familiar voice greeting you with a, "Hello?"

"Hi mom, it's me Doug. Um, I know I should have called earlier, but uh, well, I was wondering if I could maybe hangout with some friends for a while? Just, you know, a few hours, maybe?" While you talk to her, you hope that she can't hear the nervousness in your voice, and you pray that she'll say no, however, it seems that your day is far from over when she responds to you.

"Oh, that's fine honey, just try to be back home before, oh, ten I suppose. Have fun sweetie!" It takes all your willpower to contain yourself as she says this, but you do, and after a few moments to compose yourself, you bid her goodbye and shove your phone back into your pocket, hoping that Carla won't notice your unhappiness.

"So, what did she say then?" She asks, bringing you back to reality.

"Oh, uh, well..." You begin, though you pause as you consider what to tell her, but after a second you decide that you may as well tell the truth, after all, what's the worst that could happen? "Well, she said that it was fine, so long as I get back home by ten o'clock."

"Ten? Shit yeah, great, that gives us a good five hours. Mmmm, I can't wait to fuck that tight little boy-pussy again. Oh, and don't worry, my mom works late, and sis is off at Uni', so there won't be any interruptions." She says, and her happiness is easily evident in her voice, though after a slight pause she does start to speak again. "Say, babe, uh, I meant to ask earlier, but uh, what exactly is your name again?" You essentially spend the rest of the drive like that, answering a few of her questions about yourself, mainly just small talk to pass time, until after maybe fifteen minutes, she starts to slow down in front of a fairly average house in what looks to be an average middle-class neighborhood, and you assume that this is her home. "Okay, this is the place babe. Now, let's hurry and get you inside, so I can get inside you." Carla says with a small laugh as she climbs out of the driver seat and makes her way over to your side of the car, opening the door for you.

Once you're standing on the sidewalk, she wastes no time as she ushers you into her home, and once inside she practically drags you behind her, leading you to her room, and then slams the door behind you, her arousal likely causing her to become impatient. "Alright slut, take off your clothes." With that you resign yourself to what was probably going to be several hours of rough, passionate sex and Carla has already started taking off her clothes. She pulls her top over her head, tugging her perfect tits upward for a tantalizing moment before they fall back into place with barely a jiggle of her firm flesh. Her brown nipples are already swollen and pointing outward like bullets and you can't help but lick your lips. She has the most incredible body though, with muscular arms and defined abs, a small waist and narrow, sexy hips that give way to her pert, round ass and long, toned legs.

You undressed in a hurry, exposing your own thin, pale body and while you know you aren't unattractive, you still feel nervous about showing yourself to Carla. She'd seen you naked before, but she make you feel so completely insecure that it isn't funny. Considering that this was only the second time you'd been naked around her, or anyone really, perhaps that's only natural, but something about her just makes you feel self-conscious . After all, you can't help but wonder why a girl like her would even be interested in you, after all, they usually go for big, muscular guys, but you weren't anything like that. You're small and thin, and compared to Carla you certainly look like the more feminine one here!

"Fuck!" she smiles, looking you up and down as you both stand naked in her bedroom. "You're such a pretty little thing, Doug."

"Am I?" You whisper, looking down and unconsciously biting your bottom lip like a girl.

"Alright, I think it's time that we got started, don't you agree?" Carla says, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, and lightly wraps her arms around you, and plants a rough kiss on your lips, pulling you towards her in an embrace.