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Thanks for the patience, as the site takes a while to post our stories. In case you haven't noticed, I leave comparisons of my characters to real life people, mainly porn stars, so if you don't know what they look like, look them up! Thanks! | Leave a like or a dislike, and comment giving me idea or constructive critisism. I need it! Thanks! | After his fun game of truth or dare, Matt is taken by surprise from an unlikely partner...

Chapter 7: An Unexpected Partner

I was sitting in my car on the way to another band practice. Luckily, Lauren made it much more bearable. Actually, at the moment, she was making it harder for me. As a thank you for driving her to and from band practice, she started giving me certain... "gifts" on the way to practice. Right now, her feet were in my lap, stroking my cock. It was hard to focus on the road.

Let's talk about Lauren and I for a bit. Now, I haven't mentioned her much since we fucked several weeks ago, but things were actually going good between us. At some point, we'd actually unofficially started dating. We went to see a movie together, and halfway through, at the same time, we noticed we were on a date. We also noticed we were having a great time, so we continued the whole dating thing. We still were.

We'd only been dating for about a week at that point, but I was sure I loved her. How couldn't I? She had my sense of humor, she cared about me, we now had a bond, and don't even get me started on her body. Her face was still the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I always told her she looked almost identical to my favorite porn star, Ava Taylor, but she'd always blush and change the subject. She was so modest, and I loved her for it so much.

We pulled into the school parking lot just as I... "finished." I leaned my head back on the seat. "Holy fuck, Lauren. You're like a drug. I never get tired of you."

She smiled and laughed. Her laugh brought pleasure through my body. Not sexual pleasure, though. Just happiness. Maybe my "love" was actually an unhealthy infatuation. But hey, whadaya gonna do?

I hopped out of the car as she cleaned off her feet. "Time for another terrible practice," I said to Lauren as she stepped out of the car.

"Oh, c'mon, Matt. It isn't that bad. If you hadn't joined, I never would have met you." She said, donning that innocent face of hers. She was fucking perfect. I couldn't get enough of it. I could talk about it all day, but I'll save you the trouble.

I laughed. "Yeah, you're the only thing that makes this worth it." Looking up, I saw Becca walking up to the school. "Well, the main thing..."

A few nights before, I had told Lauren about the situation I was in. The picture, Becca, the deal, everything. Her first reaction was laughter, which I found reassuring. She was actually fucking cool with me fucking these girls. She said it was "kinda hot," which made me feel better about it all. That's what was cool about her. She and I had talked about it, and we were cool with each other fucking other people, as long as we knew who the other had fucked. She made me promise though that I would just have sex with these girls, not get attached or anything. She had a moment where she remembered her previous boyfriend breaking her heart, and I promised her I'd never do that to her. I was glad I'd said that, because she had rewarded me for that too. Now, back to what you came here for.

I hugged Lauren and left her at the car. I was off to meet up with Becca. I pushed open the entrance to the school and saw Becca's ass as she stepped into the band room. Catching up, I walked into the band room and said hello to everyone near the door, one of them being Jenna. "Hey, Matt. Wanna skip again today?" She said, winking.

As much as I wanted to say yes, I shook my head. "No, we should probably go to practice today. Don't wanna get too far behind."

She shrugged. "Alright, I guess." She went back to talking to her gay friend Amelia. Good ole 'Gaymelia.'

I walked into the band locker room, and took my instrument out of the locker. I heard the door open behind me. Turning, I noticed it was just Lauren. She smiled and waved to me. Waving back, I noticed a guy in my section, Miles, was smirking and staring at me. "You hitting that, Matt?"

It took a second for the surprise to wear off, but I nodded. "Yeah, I guess you could say that..." I whispered.

He smirked again, patting my back. "My man," he said, slipping past me and saying a hello to the unknowing Lauren. I smirked to myself, and took out my instrument. Miles reminded me a bit about Mark.

Mark. I had told Mark, my roommate, about everything that had happened so far. Lauren, Heather and Kaitlin, Jenna... He started to not believe me, until I showed him the video I'd taken of Jenna during the feet dare. He was given further proof when I'd invited Lauren over to the apartment one day.

I still remember the day she'd come over the first time. It was just after a practice, so she had wanted to go home first, to shower and get ready. I had offered to drop her off and drive back later to get her, but she refused, saying she was close enough to walk. I shrugged and said goodbye, before she said that she was excited to finally meet "this Mark guy."

"Trust me," I'd said, "you really don't." She laughed and I drove off, in the direction of my apartment. Thinking about what Lauren and I would do tonight, I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment. Even though Lauren was coming over, we weren't staying there for the night. Hell no. I wasn't letting her stay near Mark for that long. There was no predicting with him.

As a matter of fact, that point was proven a minute later.

As I approached the apartment, I pulled out my keys, ready to open the door, but I stopped. I heard something inside the apartment... It was a girl, moaning. Mark, I swear to god... That better be fucking porn. I pushed open the door and my hopes were crushed. I stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind me. I looked at the clothing on the floor, both male and female, and followed my gaze up, to see Mark on the couch. He was on his back, with a blonde on top of him. She was fucking away, moaning not too loudly. It was obvious she was numb down below, and the moans were fake. I don't think Mark cared, either.

I sighed and threw my stuff down. "Mark, fuck, what did I say about the prostitutes?"

Mark looked over in surprise, and laughed. The prostitute didn't stop, however. "Sorry, Matt. It's just who I am."

He always fucking said that.

I was getting angry. "Mark, I told you a hundred times, Lauren is coming over today," I waved my hand, pointing around the room, "and this place is not ready."

He sighed, looking at the mess of the room. "Don't worry Matt. You won't be fucking her out here anyways." He said, bursting into laughter. He didn't even seem to notice the prostitute on his cock. She was probably loose, anyways.

I scoffed. "Mark, I asked one thing of you. One fucking thing. I've done so much for you, and this is what you do for me?"

He scoffed back. "Oh, c'mon Matt. Everything's fine. I'll get it cleaned. She won't be here for another hour or two, anyways." He said. He slapped the girls ass a few times. "Hey, man, I'll make it up to you. Hop on," he said, pointing to the girl.

Suddenly, as if he'd hit her off button, she stopped fucking him. "No. Hundred more dollar." She said. She had a strong Russian accent, and was speaking in broken English. Figures.

Mark gave a look of fake betrayal. "Oh, c'mon, Veronika, I already paid you a hundred."

Veronika turned and looked me up and down. "He cute... Eighty dollar more."

As Mark frowned, I shook my head. "Yeah, well, first, save your cash, because I'm not interested. And second, you actually have closer to a half hour. Maybe twenty minutes. So get cleaning." I said, walking towards my room to get changed. I heard the fucking continue behind me. Whatever, let him finish and get his money's worth.

After getting ready, I'd noticed Mark had pulled through. Veronika was gone, and most of the mess was cleaned up. He looked over to me and smiled. "What did I tell you Matt? I may not be fast about it, but I always keep my promises."

And he had. It was only another minute or two before I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw Lauren. She looked absolutely beautiful. She had on a skirt that showed off her legs, and wore cute little slip-on shoes. I smiled and greeted her, and she hugged me. I stepped back, opening the door, and turned to Mark, who'd thankfully cleaned himself up. For a split second, he had a look of shock - Matt's dating this girl?! - but it was gone in a second. Mark is the rudest slob I know, but he can somehow present himself when the time comes. He greeted Lauren, telling her it was nice to meet her, and she politely said hello. Maybe if he actually acted polite normally, he wouldn't have to hire hookers. The two of them talked for a while, so at some point I decided to sit down. By the end of their conversation I was ready to go. She said bye to Mark, and he acted like a perfect gentleman. Lauren told me she'd be outside, and I acknowledged. As she closed the door behind her, Mark dropped the facade. "Dude, she's fucking hot. Where'd you buy her?"

I laughed. "See you later, asshole." He shrugged, and went off to do whatever it was he was planning on doing for the rest of his night.

I shook my head, realizing I was still in the band room. Lauren was standing in front of me. "C'mon, Matt, time for practice." I nodded, and got up. I followed Lauren to the door, but stopped, realizing I'd forgotten my music. Heading back to the locker room without Lauren, I got my music and headed back for the door. I pushed open the door to the locker room and was suddenly grabbed from the side. I panicked: it was Nathan, wasn't it? He'd found out somehow. I was dead. I didn't want to, but I looked. I relaxed when it was just Amelia.

"Oh, hey, Amelia. You startled me there." I said, chuckling.

She just stared at me. "Please fuck me."

I took a step back. "Whoa, what the fuck?" That didn't make any sense. "Amelia, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not a girl."

She rolled her eyes and pushed my shoulder. "I know that Matt."

I squinted my eyes in confusion. "Then why are you asking me to fuck you?"

She rolled her eyes again and sighed. "I'm not gay, Matt."

I was surprised again. "What?!"

She nodded. "Yep, I'm not a lesbian."

I followed with silence. "...What?!"

She laughed. "I figured you'd react that way."

I slowly shook my head. "Are... are you sure you're not?"

She raised her eyebrow. "Do you not want to fuck me?"

I shook my head some. "No, that's not it... I just wanna know the details."

She sighed. "Fine. I'll give you the short version. I had a crush on a guy in 9th grade, and he seemed to have a thing for me too, so... we fucked in a classroom. A few days later, someone came forward and said they saw what happened. The principal questioned us, and I saw the guy was terrified. He had really good grades, and planned to go to a good college, and... I liked him, so I didn't wanna ruin it, so... I gave a reason to why we couldn't have fucked. I said I was gay." She said, looking away. "Anyways, I had to go through my high school life not talking to my friends about guys, and talking about girls instead. Do you know how degrading and depressing it is to not have anyone of your preferred gender look at you sexually because they all thought you were gay? It sucks. I couldn't fuck any guy, in fear that they'd say something, and the case of me and the original guy would come back up. I couldn't do it. I was so happy to leave that place, and come to college, but... just my fucking luck, someone from my old school goes here now. And they still talk to everyone at home. So I can't come out. Not yet, at least." She sighed. "And here we are. I trust you to not tell anyone, too. I can't fucking take it anymore. I haven't fucked someone in four years, Matt. Please." She stared into my eyes.

I stared back. "... WHAT?!"

She laughed. "It's the truth! So... What do you say...?" She said. She was wearing a tight red spaghetti strap tank top, and was slowly taking off one of the straps. Blood started rushing to my cock before I could even reply. "Sure... If you really need it." Just thinking that she needed me made me hard.

She smiled and took her shirt all the way off, revealing her white bra. I watched in lust as she took it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits were perky, and looked perfect. She slipped off her gym shorts and panties and revealed her pussy. It wasn't shaved, but there wasn't too much hair, either. Before I could stop marveling over her almost untouched body, she was on her knees and fiddling with my zipper. "So, I've only ever dealt with a 9th grader's cock, so I hope yours is a good one..." She pulled down my pants and closed her eyes. "Oh, thank Christ."

Maybe I should just donate my cock to science. People seem to marvel over it already anyways.

She placed the head in her mouth and closed her eyes. "I haven't felt a cock in my mouth in so long." She said, before putting my cock back into her mouth. She slowly lowered herself deeper onto my cock. When she slowed down, I expected her to come back up, but she pushed further, and before I realized it, her nose was in my pubes. She looked up at me with her piercing green eyes and swirled her tongue around my dick. After a few long seconds, she came back up for air, biting her lip and stroking my dick. "Holy, shit, Amelia. I thought you said you haven't fucked someone in four years."

"I haven't, but I've had practice." Seeing my look of confusion, she giggled. "I have dildos, Matt." Seeing that I finally understood, she went back to sucking my dick. It was amazing how good a girl with four years of practicing was. Thank god she chose me. She maintained eye contact for most of the blowjob, which I realized made it ten times hotter. I could already feel the burn of the upcoming orgasm. "Amelia, I'm going to cum soon..." I said, when my cock was as far as it could go in her mouth. A look of excitement appeared in her eyes and she slowly took my cock out of her mouth. She wrapped her hand on my shaft and stroked my balls with her other hand. I couldn't take it, I was about to cum. I looked down at her and she bit her lip. "Cum on my face... Please..." She whispered, acting serious, before breaking and smiling. Her straight teeth were somehow arousing to me, and I didn't know why. I couldn't hold it anymore. I let go and came all over her face. She squinted her eyes as the cum landed near them. Cum landed in her hair, and the rest of it poured down her face. She opened her eyes, and I almost came a second time. Seeing those beautiful eyes belonging to the cum covered face was amazing. Cum dripped down over her lips and she opened her mouth, stretching the cum out between her lips. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, laughing. "Oh, fuck yeah! I haven't tasted cum in so long. I forgot how good it was!" She said, dragging her fingers across her face, collecting the cum. I was already getting hard again, as she ate away at my semen. She stopped when she saw my cock growing, sucking on her finger. Her mouth dropped open. "You're getting hard again?"

I laughed this time. "Yeah, I am."

She scoffed. "That doesn't happen in porn."

I looked down from her face, looking at her beautiful tits, then down to her pussy. I just wanted to shove it into her when I suddenly had the feeling to look further down. When I did, I almost fainted. Her feet were amazing. They were pedicured, and looked so smooth. I can only compare them to Ariel Rebel's feet, who in my opinion has the best feet of almost any porn star I've seen. She looked at me, confused, and followed my gaze. Seeing that I was looking at her feet, she lifted her foot and looked at it. "What? What's wrong?"

I sighed. May as well tell her. "I, uh... I have a foot fetish..." I said, scratching the back of my head.

Amelia raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I think I've seen porn of that before..." She looked at her toes, wiggling them. "I thought it was weird, but I asked you to do this... so I may as well make it good for you, I guess." She sat down on the ground and held her feet up. "Do whatever you want with them."

I took my cue. I shoved her toes in my mouth and sucked them. She gasped, and giggled a bit. Must be ticklish. I ran my tongue up and down her soles, tasting the natural salty taste. Her feet were fucking amazing. Sadly, this all was happening before we practiced, so her feet were pretty bland. I grabbed the tops of her feet, and to her surprise, placed my cock between her soles. I started to rub my cock with her feet, but she suddenly stopped me. "Hey, wait, you do that like this?"

I looked at her, confused. "How else would I do it...?"

She shrugged. "Well, in the video I saw, the girl was like this." At that, she rolled over onto her stomach and bent her knees, so her feet were above her in the air. She turned around to look at me.

I had never thought of doing it like this, although it was so obvious. I positioned myself behind her backwards feet and placed my cock between them. In this position, it was easier for her to do the work, so I showed her how to do it. She moved her legs back and forth and stroked my cock with her feet. The view I had was amazing, seeing her feet stroke me off, and her perfect ass. I would cum quickly, I could tell. I realized at some point that I had grabbed her feet and started going faster. When Amelia realized the same thing, she arched her back, her ass in the air, and started rubbing her clit. I could hear her moaning as I neared ejaculation. "Do it, Matt. Cum all over my ass." She said, as if reading my mind. I didn't bother holding it. I came, shooting cum all over her ass. She laughed through her moans, watching the cum shoot out of my dick. The semen landed on her ass cheeks, slowly sliding down her ass and hitting her pussy. She flinched, feeling the liquid hit her sweet spot, but she smiled. She looked at my dick, seeing it was still a little hard. "You still ready there, big guy?" She said in a baby voice, talking to my penis.

I laughed. "I think I have one more go in me."

She laughed, and started rubbing my cum in her pussy. "We need lube, right?" She rubbed it all over, biting her lip in the pleasure it was causing. I realized her pussy was getting very wet now. "Matt, please, don't make me wait. I've been waiting so long already..." She said, a look of lust in her eyes.

I didn't hesitate. My cock wasn't fully hard, but I didn't care. It would be soon. I positioned my semi-flaccid dick against her opening and the slight touch made her gasp. I pushed softly into her pussy and heard a moan escape Amelia's lips. I pushed harder into her tight pussy. It was tightest one I'd felt so far. "Fuck, Amelia, I feel bad for all of the guys who didn't get to have this..."

She was moaning loudly now. "Fuck them," she said between breaths. I slowly pushed my cock deeper into her pussy, until my pubes were touching her ass. I couldn't go any farther, so I slowly started to pull out. She turned around. "C'mon, Matt. It's been years. Don't make love to me, fuck me."

I stopped, and slowly nodded. "Alright, Amelia..." I pulled out of her a little faster than before, then started pushing hard into her. She yelped in pleasure. "OOOH, fuck!" She moaned, as I increased my speed. I fucked her harder and harder, feeling my balls slap against the back of her legs. She spread her legs and bent down, pushing her ass up as far as she good, just riding her wave of pleasure. "OoOoOoOoOoh, FuUuUuck YeEeEs!!!" She said, the volume of each syllable increasing as I thrusted into her. I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping my cock, just begging it to squirt the rest of my cum out. Almost like they were trying to milk my cock. I could tell that Amelia's body wasn't going to let me last much longer, and I didn't care. I got a handful of each of Amelia ass cheeks and used them as leverage to fuck her harder. "Amelia, I'm going to cum again!"

She moaned. "Fuck! Do it, do it please!" She moaned, continuing to massage her clit as I pounded into her. I couldn't hold it. Any cum left inside of me squirted out of my cock and into her pussy. She moaned, almost screaming, as her first real orgasm in four years took its course. I was even moaning, and I didn't normally do that. I slowed down my thrusting, now that there was no point in going on, and just watched Amelia have her orgasm. She suddenly fell forward, off of my cock. The sudden movement made her pussy rub against my dick head, sending a wave of excess pleasure through my body. Amelia lay on the floor, panting, while grabbing her tits. "Holy fuck, that was everything I dreamed it would be."

I laughed. "How long have you been dreaming of that?"

She started to think. "Pretty much ever since that day, I guess."

I shook my head. "That must have fucking sucked."

Amelia nodded. "It really did. I just couldn't hold it." She got up, and watched the cum drip out of her pussy. She giggled. "I always wanted to see that." We laughed and she hugged me suddenly. Surprised, I hugged her back. She pulled away, and I got another look at her tits. "Thanks Matt. I really appreciate you doing this for me."

I shook my head. "No, trust me, it was fun."

She gave me a smile followed by a look of terror. Confused, I looked into her eyes and saw they didn't meet mine. I turned my head and saw what she had seen. Mr. Ford was standing there, his eyes squinted, arms across his chest. "What is going on here?"

I stared at Mr. Ford for a second, before jerking my head back to Amelia. She looked horrified, her arms covering her tits, and her legs crossed. I spun around, and felt Amelia stand up behind me, using me as cover. "What does it look like?"

Mr. Ford shook his head. "It looks like you two are having sex on school grounds during a music practice. I could call somebody for this... Your parents, the police..." He uncrossed his arms. "Unless, of course, one of you wants to provide... Extra credit?" He said, eyeing Amelia's body.

I grew angry and defensive over Amelia, even though I shouldn't have. How dare he? "You know what, Mr. Ford? I think I'll do some extra credit. Yeah, I'll join the photography class. I have a couple of photos I think would look nice on the college's website..." I said, crossing my arms. He knew exactly what photo I was referring to. The photo that started this all.

He went from a look of attempted intimidation to a look of nervousness in about a second. He crossed his arms and darted his eyes around. "... Carry on..." He said, walking out in a cold sweat.

Amelia sighed, sounding like she'd been holding her breath the whole time... I realized I was holding my breath too. Finally breathing, I felt Amelia's arms wrap around me from behind. "Thank you Matt, for defending me. I can't believe that dirty old man tried to blackmail us."

Suddenly feeling nervous of Amelia hugging me, I pulled away from her, a look of concern growing on her face. I cannot get her to have feelings for me... I promised Lauren I wouldn't get attached, and I don't want to hurt Amelia. "Yeah, no problem... Let's get cleaned up and head outside..."

She slowly nodded, and donned a smile. "Yeah, that sounds good."

I could feel her eyes on me the entire time we got dressed, and I realized I was too late. Just like that boy in her freshman year of high school, she had a crush on me. I just hoped the stories didn't get too paralleled. I was too deep into this to get into trouble now, just like they had. Well, if we get called out, I'll just say I'm actually gay.

As we walked toward the band doors together, she put a hand on my arm. "Hey, what happened between you and Mr. Ford? About some photo?"

I laughed, subtly brushing her hand off of me. "Well, that's a long story..."

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