Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 21:01:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Hopkins <downward_dog1@yahoo.com>
Subject: TKD Traveling Team

TKD Traveling Team

Chapter 3

By Matt

**This story is substantially true, and based on events in my own life.
All names and locations, as well as certain tell-tale details, have been
changed to provide anonymity for the people involved.

This story involves consenting sex between underage persons of both sexes.
If this type of material is illegal where you live, leave now.  If this is
not the type of material you're looking for and want to read, leave now.**


	The van ride back to the airport, and the flight itself, were both
uneventful.  A few times I felt James' eyes on me, but I ignored the
sensation- this was no place for a deep conversation.
	When we landed at home we piled into a couple of minivan taxis and
took off for the school.  Twenty minutes later we were there, most of our
parents waiting to pick us up.  James' mother, a pretty woman who looked
older than her years, was waiting for him in a battered Honda Civic.  She
stepped out to thank Master Kim (she always did, after these trips), and
then she and James got into the car and drove away.  James waved at me as
he went, and I waved back.
	My parents were nowhere in sight, but Heather was.  She waved me
over, so I thanked Master Kim for his time and told him I'd see him the
next day.  Then I got into her little Geo Metro, and took off.
	Heather and I had been friends since the sixth grade or so.  We had
just sort of naturally floated together...we each had an immigrant parent
(my father was Lebanese, her mother French), and we had both been raised
with a sort of liberal, cosmopolitan attitude one generally didn't find in
a small Midwestern town.  We had been friends for the first couple of
years, and had eventually become lovers in a sort of lazy, laissez-faire
way.  We both had very full and interesting lives, and were complete people
in ourselves, so we weren't using each other to fill the voids in our
respective lives...we just enjoyed each other's company, sexual and
otherwise.
	I saw that we were going to her house, not mine, and cocked an
eyebrow at her.
	"Your parents know.  I'm going to make you dinner, and we'll have
some time together tonight.  You can tell me all about the tournament."
	We pulled into her driveway, and I left my bag in the car, since we
would be heading back to my house at the end of the evening anyway.
	The house was dead quiet, and it quickly became apparent that we
were alone.  She leaned down to my ear (she was taller than me at an even
6'0", and had a lithe, thin body from dance) and whispered.  "My parents
and my sister are gone until tomorrow, and I've been missing
you...especially one particular part of you."  Her tongue darted out to
lick my earlobe.  I turned towards her and turned my face up, reaching into
her mass of tightly curled brown hair and pulling her face down to mine.
Our lips met in a soft brush, then pressed firmly together.  I licked her
lips, feeling her mouth open up, and our tongues twined around each other
like mating serpents.
	After an indeterminate amount of time, we broke our kiss.  I stared
into Heather's deep brown eyes, amazed as usual by the sheer vivacity, the
ALIVENESS present there.  Then she took my hand, and we went upstairs to
her bedroom.
	As she began to unbutton her blouse, I stepped in and took over,
then reached behind to unhook her bra.  I was rewarded with two small, pert
breasts, which I quickly began stroking.  She gave a small moan and started
on my pants, wrestling the button free and dragging down the zipper.
	After the usual run of awkward wrestling, we were both naked.  I
was amazed again by her small, taut muscles, which created delicious firm
curves everywhere I looked.  Her perky breasts filled my hands with a
perfect weight.  I walked forward, gently pushing her toward the bed.  I
pushed lightly, and she bent back onto the bed as I supported her,
displaying her lithe dancer's grace.  My cock was as hard as a railspike.
	I lowered my face to the cleft between her legs, and was surprised
by a small mohawk of brown curls- Heather had never shaved before.  I
looked up at her, smiling.  Then I went back down to work.
	I've never enjoyed eating pussy the way some men do, but there was
a certain something satisfying about satisfying Heather.  I gently probed
her labia, slipping along her crease, enjoying the slightly rough texture
of the new-shaven skin.  Moving deeper, I began to lick earnestly around
her clit, then really went to work.  After perhaps two minutes, she bounced
her hips up off the bed, moaning gutturally, and clutched the bedsheets,
thrusting her pelvis against my tongue.
	After she had settled from her orgasm, I swiftly kissed my way up
her body, taking a little extra time with her perfect breasts.  I reached
the hollow of her throat, kissed around her neck and up to an earlobe.
	Rearing back like a snake ready to strike, I knelt before her
opening and slipped a hand under each of her thighs, lifting her and
pulling her onto my lap.  Leaning forward a bit, I watched as my 6 1/2" of
hard, cut teen cock slipped into her slowly.
	I leaned forward, dropping into a push-up position, and began
slowly stroking in and out of her.  The velvety flesh of her love canal was
hot and moist, and she tossed her head softly side-to-side, moaning.
	The events of the trip had left me horny, as if the sight of
Heather's perfect body wasn't enough.  I began to speed up my strokes,
bouncing the mattress with the force of my thrusts.  I was reaching
critical mass when Heather reached up and grabbed my buttocks, pulling me
deep inside and holding me there.
	After a few moments with no movement, I felt my impending orgasm
fade.  Heather sat up, wrapping her legs around my body, and I shifted so
my legs were crossed Indian-style underneath her.  We were sort of sitting
facing each other, my legs underneath hers, her legs wrapped around my
back. She hugged me close, and I almost came as I felt every inch of our
hot, sweaty flesh meet.  I lowered my head and gently licked and bit at her
neck.  She stroked my back, lightly raking with her fingernails.  And then
she clenched her love muscles around my hard cock.
	I let out a huge groan...I rarely made any noise during sex, but I
couldn't stop it.  She held me immobile in her embrace, lightly stroking
and caressing, while her cunt muscles seemed to milk my cock like a skilled
hand.  Fresh sweat broke out on my forehead, and I trembled and grunted as
I felt hot cum well up at the base of my cock.  I groaned quietly into her
shoulder and thrust slightly as each bullet of semen erupted from me.  All
the while her cunt gripped my cock like a hot, wet glove, squeezing the
last droplets of ecstasy from me.
	Ever since then, when I've thought about sex with Heather, I've
flashed back to that perfect evening.  It's been seven years, but the
memory is still crystal-clear.  I hope it stays that way until I die.
	After I finished, I literally fell over to the side, and Heather
matched my movement effortlessly.  I could feel my cock starting to soften
inside her, but I felt so drained that I didn't even move to take it out.
	A while later, I asked her.  "Where did you learn that?"
	"A book.  I've been wanting to try it for a while, but I couldn't
figure out how to practice it.  Do you know how hard it is to find a carrot
big enough, or a cucumber small enough?"
	I giggled a bit with her, feeling my deflated cock finally slip out
of her.  As we kissed and cuddled, I looked into her dark brown eyes.  "I
have something to tell you about."
	I launched into the full story of what had happened the night
before.  I left nothing out- Heather and I had long ago decided that there
would be no bullshit between us, and we both knew that our relationship was
monogamous simply because we thought we were already getting the best
produce, as it were.  She knew about my past experimentation.  At the end
she wrinkled her nose a bit, her eyes sparkling with laughter.  "What a
dirty old man!  Molesting cute little Irish Catholic boys...you pervert!"
	Then her face grew more serious.  "You know what you're thinking
about is illegal.  And I'll bet Master Kim would kick you out of the school
if he found out."
	"I trust James.  After all, I wasn't the one who made the
proposition- and James is a good kid.  I think it'll be fine."  What I
really meant was that I desperately hoped it would be fine.  My desire for
James had gone too far to be denied.
	"Well, promise me you'll bring him over to visit- maybe we could
set him up with Veronique!"  Veronique was Heather's fifteen-year-old
sister.
	"Say, that's not a bad idea.  It would give him a chance to
experiment with someone other than me.  I think I'll do it sometime- we'll
see how we can set it up."  I looked at the clock...it had seemed an
eternity, but only forty minutes had passed.  I realized I was famished.
"You said something about dinner?"

**Thanks to those who have e-mailed comments.  Feel free to send more to
downward_dog1@yahoo.com.  I will try to post subsequent chapters as soon as
I finish them.  The story probably has four or five more chapters to it.**