Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 13:25:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Michelle Aguilera <michelle.aguilera001@aol.com>
Subject: My First Love - Chapter 4 - Bisexual - Adult Youth

Chapter 4


      I had to talk to Coach Lambert the next day after pulling an
all-nighter doing my homework. It was 3:00 PM and I had swimming practice
today. It wasn't in Coach's plans to tear me apart again. He was one of
those people that would have sex one day and wouldn't do it again until the
next week. Why this hottie had slowed down at such a young age, barely 32,
I had no idea. "Dude, it turns out Allison is not as sweet and innocent as
we thought."

      "She's not sweet, but she is innocent, Larsen."



      "You know what she confessed to me yesterday that she likes to do?
Sneaking into the boys' restrooms to watch them pee and check out their
dicks."

      He gasped. "Whoa!"

      "Have you caught her watching you in a compromising position?"

      "If I caught any of you guys watching me peeing or showering I would
make arrangements to get transferred to a different school, and if it
happened again, I'd go back to school myself and study acting to land a
role in Days of Our Lives."

      I burst out laughing.

      "I am dead serious."

      "Yet you don't mind fucking me in the pool."

      "Shut up. I don't mind losing my job, but I do mind going to jail."

      "Allison told me she has the hots for you, too."

      "Why do you think I have the hots for her? I don't set eyes on
someone unless they set eyes on me first. I don't barge in. You'd have to
invite me in. Sex is not like just randomly showing up at a friend's house
without calling first. You don't go to jail for that, but you do go to jail
for accosting someone."

      "You can come into me whenever you want and however you want." That
was said in double meaning.

      "That's nice, but listen, you have to get Allison to stop watching
guys piss in the restrooms. She will get raped one day."

      "I'm going to talk to her."

      "Remember you have practice in 2 hours and 45 minutes. Get ready. If
you need to take a shower beforehand, go ahead."


      * * * *


      I went to the showers, took my clothes off, and got in. It didn't
take long for me to have flashbacks of my encounter with this teacher right
here. I imagined him with me in the shower again and had to cover my own
mouth to muffle my own screams. I was having orgasms and coming all over
the place.


      That day, practice went normal. I did my best, and Coach kissed me
when everybody was gone and went home.

      Just when I was about to go home, I found Allison in her two-piece
bathing suit taking a dive. I couldn't control myself. I jizzed all over my
undies and my pants again. Curious, I went over to the pool, thinking she'd
just swim, and I'd watch her. Not a chance. She was naked from the waist
down in the pool, and giving me that smile of hers again. I cleared my
throat. If she wanted it now, now was the time. She was in total control
because she was the virgin and she got to call the shots. That's the way it
had to be. That way, the weaker one wouldn't be at an obvious
disadvantage. I took my dive and swam closer to her. She was leaning and
hanging on to the edge. "You're so hot."

      "Allison, I have to ask you. Do you think all the guys and girls are
hot."

      She nodded, still grinning. "Of course, dumbo, I'm horny as a
three-balled cat!" She wrapped her left arm around me, her stronger one,
pulled me closer to her until we were skin to skin, worked my shorts down
to my ankles, and said, "Are you ready for me?" She felt me slippery. "Oh,
yes you are!"

      "Allison..."

      "I thought this would be more difficult, but we're all good to go,
aren't we? Come on, don't hover."

      "It's just I..."

      Coach had forgotten his phone in his office and he was back, watching
us, sitting there, looking like he'd just seen Adam Lambert naked.

      Allison eased my cock into her pussy, got it in deep, and started
rocking my body. I had no choice but to respond and pump in and out of her
hard. She didn't scream or anything. It was as if she hadn't felt anything
tearing down there. Forty-five minutes later, Coach was gone, still in his
office, and recovering from the initiation of a heart attack, as we got out
of the pool. This man in his early, early thirties had to take Bayer
medicine. If he hadn't, he'd have to be taken to the hospital in the
ambulance. When he recovered, he packed up what he had left in his office
and placed the strap of the bag on his shoulder. Allison and I accidentally
blocked him.

      He dropped his bag, and the look of sheer fright in his face forced
us to step back a little.

      Allison said, "Whoa, can't a woman check a man out without having him
screaming for his Mama?"

      "I just saw the two of you fucking. I thought you were coming back
for more, with me, instead of going right to round 2 between the two of
you."

      "Look, man, we're not going to assault a grown man. That would be
fucking sick. We just wanted to invite you to sleep with us at my house."

      "What about your parents?"

      "They don't care what I do anymore. I could smoke a joint in front of
them and they wouldn't even look my way."

      "You have the most terrible parents in the world."

      "My best friends say I have dream parents."

      "Parents that would let their kids literally do whatever they want?
Yeah, I dreamed of parents like those as a kid. I used to use drugs, get
high on marihuana, and uh...I had to be in rehab for years before I was
free from that addiction. Now no one can smoke marijuana around me because
I'd want some and relapse. It's just like an alcoholic being served a drink
or someone serving themselves a drink in front of him."

      "Dude," Allison said, smiling, "I don't smoke pot. I don't even smoke
cigarettes or drink. That was just an analogy to explain to you how
fuck-free my parents are when it comes to me."

      "That's great. That is really great."

      "So can we go to my house or what?"


      * * * *

      One hour later, we went to Allison's house and her parents weren't
even there. Allison's mother had just left her father for cheating on her
with a 22-year-old and Allison's father had just had a breakdown and been
Baker Acted. There was one neighbor, though, who was peeking on me out the
window, and on Coach Lambert. Coach, when not dressed in his work clothes,
could easily be mistaken for a fifteen-year-old boy, another boy I was
bringing home. She thought, "I knew it. She turned out a whore just like
her mother."


      We went into Allison's house. It wasn't a mansion, but it was
beautiful. It had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a big eat-in kitchen, a
dining room for all of those people that didn't wanna eat in the kitchen, a
back porch, and a spacious living room. Allison's father was a doctor and
her mother was a real-estate agent.

      Allison asked, "You want to watch a movie, guys?"

      "No porn," Coach Lambert warned.

      "We don't watch porn in this house, Coach. We do watch a lot of
Rated-R movies and shit, but no porn."

      "Oh, what a relief!"

      "Were you addicted to porn, too?" I asked.

      "No, but Dad was. Guess where that got him? He raped a girl and he's
in jail. I know not all porn addicts commit heinous crimes, but some do. I
don't want to lose my contact with reality."

      Allison played a DVD, but it was a music DVD, the Glamnation Tour by
Adam Lambert. "I thought you wanted to see this since you're such a
hardcore Adam Lambert fan and look-alike."

      "I look too much like him. My eyes are bigger than his and my
eyebrows are different, but sometimes, I look too much like him. I am
always careful to not style my hair the same way he does, but then again,
what hairstyle hasn't Adam tried? And they all look good on him."

      "I should arrange a meet and greet with you guys."

      "No thanks. I'm afraid people won't tell us apart and be confused
because when I wear eyeliner, I look exactly like him. Exactly. I was
horrified and I took the makeup right off." He laughed. "Never again. Some
people ask me if I'm his twin, but I show them a picture of him right
beside me and they notice the difference."

      "Your last name's Lambert, too. How did that happen?"

      "For starters, Adam and I aren't related. I'm from London and he's
from America. My family and I moved here when I was 2."

      "You lost your British accent."

      "Not completely. I can talk with a British accent if I want to. I
just don't want to, I guess. I got used to the American accent." He finally
sat down in the sofa. I thought he was afraid to. Allison took this chance
to sit beside him and start caressing his chest. At first he was hesitant
to respond, but soon enough, they forgot about the DVD that was playing and
started kissing. He started going under her shirt and touching her
breasts. He wasn't accustomed to this. We could tell we were the only
underaged people he'd ever been with. Then I quickly realized he was
falling in love with her.

      And he was already in love with me.


      * * * *


      Allison and the grown man went to her room and lied down on her bed,
still kissing. She threw her short dress over her head and removed her
underwear. He started caressing her abs and she pulled him closer to her
and kissed him again, trying to take off his clothes, but she was weakened
all of a sudden, so he took off his clothes. He started kissing her and
within minutes, he plunged himself so deep inside her that she let out a
loud scream. The myth that the second time didn't hurt must've been a lie
because she clearly hadn't recovered from the good fuck I gave her earlier,
or at least what she'd told me was a good fuck. I doubted it. It was my
first time with a woman, my second sexual experience ever, and I'd just
learned to fuck someone. He wasn't hard on her. He was deep, but he was
slow. He clearly knew what he was doing better than me. Several hours
later, they finished and she lied down beside him. He put his arm around
her and they fell asleep.


      The following morning, Allison got up. She was feeling strange. She'd
just lost her virginity to two different men, and she always thought sex
was a game, but she realized it wasn't pretty quickly. Her demure had
changed. Now she was crying silently, going into her bathroom. What had she
done?


      Shane got up, put his clothes back on and went after her. He went
into the bathroom to talk to her, leaving the door open. "Are you OK?"

      "You'd never been with younger, inexperienced people, had you?"

      He shook his head no.

      "I can tell."

      "Was I too cruel?"

      "No. I thought I'd just lost my virginity to Arnold, but as it turned
out, he didn't do it right because I was still closed up, you know, it
hadn't expanded fully yet, and it hurt like hell. It wasn't your fault."

      "I never wanted to hurt you because I love you. I'm sorry."

      She looked up at him. "What did you just say?"

      "I said I love you."

      "For real?"

      "Yes. I'd been in love with you for a long time, but I never thought
this would happen. You were constantly on my mind but it wasn't like I was
imagining me having sex with you. You'd just pop into my mind and I'd go on
about how pretty you were, and I liked you, but now this has all gone so
wrong. If only we'd waited 2 more years. I can just see myself in jail."

      "You won't go to jail. This is a secret between the three of us. I'm
not saying anything. Neither is Arnold. We care about you, and we know
we're the ones that got you into this mess. We started it, and you just
responded. You were too weak, but you shouldn't pay for that." She hugged
him and continued to cry in his shoulder. What the hell had we done?


Michelle Aguilera
michelle.aguilera001@aol.com