The Sexual Adventures of Ben Washington Part 3

High School Hook Up

I had been in college for about four years, and was doing a lot of writing for the college paper. People noticed I had some talent and I got offered some freelance work writing editorials for the local newspaper. It added some much needed extra cash to my pockets and working at the newspaper came with a lot of perks. I got free tickets to a lot of concerts and even football games. One Friday night, I was dead bored and burned out from a week of school, so I decided to take in a high school football game. Now, there is nothing more American than watching a high school football game on a balmy Friday night while eating junk food. The game was pretty well attended, although I noticed the crowd fell into two categories, parents and high school kids. Since, I was in college, I fit into neither group, but I did see Larry, the editor of the paper, who was sitting with his wife and kids. I sat by him and we chatted about work. He said, he liked some of my columns and wanted me to keep writing for the paper. The game continued on and the home team was leading at halftime. During the interval, I went to the concession stand to grab a soda. I noticed a statuesque blonde wearing a blue cheerleader’s outfit, standing in front of me. I also noticed she had smooth, tanned legs. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a silk bow. I’ll admit, I have a weakness for blondes and I know some of the militant sisters on campus would hate me for it. Standing there in her uniform, she looked like every American boys’ wet dream come to life. When I was in high school, the cheerleaders wouldn’t have spat on me if I had been on fire. Now I was in college, and had some notches on my bedpost, maybe I could change that attitude I introduced myself to the blonde, asked her what her name was and she said Tammy. “I haven’t seen you around here before,” she said, as she ordered an ice cream. “Are you a parent?” I laughed. “No,” I said. “I’m in college. I’m just here because I got free tickets. I also do freelance writing for the paper."

“Oh, my dad works for the paper,” she said. I noticed her ears prick up at the mention of college. She licked her ice cream seductively and looked up at me. I got the impression, she knew she was turning me on. “That’s cool,” she said in a breathy voice. “So, what’s college like?” “A lot of hard work and a lot of parties,” I replied. I regaled her with some of my party stories and tales of all-night benders. She told me, she had done a lot of partying, but nothing like me. It was a lot of juvenile stuff, which usually ended up with someone puking their guts out at the end of the night. The half-time interval was ending and Tammy said she had to rejoin the cheerleading squad. I exchanged numbers with her and she left. I joined my boss back in the bleachers and finished watching the game, which the home team won. After the game finished, the crowd dispersed and I noticed Tammy came over to Larry. She hugged him and he introduced us. “This is my daughter, Tammy,” he said. “It's nice to meet you,” Tammy said, flashing me a secretive smile. I left and mused over what I learned. So Tammy, the hot high school cheerleader, was my boss’ daughter. I would have to handle this carefully and decided to call Uncle Brian and bounce the idea off him. “I say go for it,” said Uncle Brian. “It’s only a part-time job, and you’re not going to stay there forever. Also, most of these high school chicks are hot for college guys. They’re just glad to get with a dude who has some money, a ride and his own pad. Most of those high school guys don’t know what the hell they are doing in the sack. You can school this cheerleader, but just make sure she’s 18.” I took his advice and texted Tammy a few days later. After a few minutes, I got a text from her. Tammy said: What’s up?

I wrote: Not much, you remember me from the game?

Yeah, I do, you were the writer.

Are you 18?

Yeah. I am.

Cool, you looked cute in your uniform.

Thanks, I liked your dreads. I decided to call her on the phone and we chatted for a while and she told me what life in high school was like. The life of the in crowd seemed to be mindlessly boring, but I tolerated her prattling. Finally, I asked, if she had dated a black guy. She hesitated and said. “Yeah, kind of …” “What does that mean?” I asked. “Well, I hooked up with this black guy at  a party once,” she said. “It’s no big deal among people my age, but my dad would never approve of it. I can’t wait to move away from this one-horse town and go to a college, where I can date whoever I want.” “So you’re not a virgin?” I asked. She made an exasperated noise. “Hell no, I lost that when I was 15,” she said.“I like sex, but honestly, I think most guys my age don’t know what they are doing. It’s over so quickly, I wonder, is this it?” “Sex is great,” I said. “But, you have to find the right partner who knows what he’s doing.” “So, do you know what you’re doing?” she asked. “That’s a bold question,” I replied teasingly. “Let’s just say, I had a very good teacher and I haven’t had any complaints. Have you ever had an orgasm?” “Yeah, I think so  ...” Tammy said. “You think so?” I said laughing. “I don’t think you have. Most women know when they have one, they make enough noise.” I had her on the hook and decided to leave her hanging. I made an excuse and told her I would call the next day. We spent the next few days talking on the phone and our chats became increasingly steamy. She asked me about my past sexual experiences and we sexted a few times. She sent me some racy pics of her in a bikini and a pic of her doing a summersault flashing her undies. Things were moving along smoothly. We started instant messaging each other on Skype. Her face would pop up on my laptop late at night and I persuaded her to disrobe. First, it started with her taking her off her T-shirt and showing me her bra. Then, I persuaded her to slip off her bra and flash her boobs. Soon, I got her to do fully nude shows, after her parents had gone to bed. I also took out my cock and jerked off for her. She said it was hot and made her wet. Finally, after two weeks of online teasing, Tammy told her parents she was going to a sleepover and came over to my apartment. She showed up around 11:30 p.m. wearing her cheerleading outfit, just like I asked. Her hair was done in girlish pigtails and she had a naughty smile on her face. I met her at the door and bent down to kiss her. We had been chatting for weeks, so we both knew what we wanted. We kissed for several minutes at the door, then I swept her up and carried her to the bedroom. Our mouths were joined, as I laid her down on the bed. I could feel her hands running over my chest as I flipped her over and lifted up her skirt. “I want to fuck you with that uniform on,” I said huskily. Since I was much older than her, she pretty much followed my lead. Tammy got on her knees and put her butt in the air. I slipped off her nylon panties and pushed my finger into her bare cunt. She squealed, as she felt my finger explore her pussy. She was getting wet as I kissed her neck and she moaned as she felt my finger deep inside her. I found her clit and rubbed it with my finger. It grew under my touch and I stroked it softly. I could feel her breath getting ragged and I was taking her to places she had never been to before. I kissed her neck and thrust another finger into her dripping snatch. That was it, she started thrashing like a bucking bronco and moaning. She let out a throaty scream and I noticed her groin was soaked. “Oh my God!” she said, looking horror struck. “Did I just pee the bed?” “Um no,” I said laughing. “I think you just squirted. Haven’t you done that before?” She looked embarrassed. “I’ve played with myself a few times, but never anything like that.” “That’s okay,” I said reassuringly. “Sex is like driving a car, the more you do it the better you get. Right now you, still have your learning permit.” She laughed and hugged me. We lay there and I realized that she was still wearing her uniform. I told her to strip and she showed off her gorgeous body. She had tanned skin and perky breasts, they were a perfect mouthful. She really was an outstanding specimen of womanhood, and easily hot enough to be a Playboy model. She laid her bronzed body next to mine and felt my manhood gratefully. “That’s nice and big, just right for me,” she purred. “I want to feel it inside me.” She got back on her knees and pushed her butt invitingly in the air. “Come and get it,” she said teasingly, wiggling her ass. I laughed, pulled off my clothes and got behind her. I spread her ass cheeks and slipped my cock into her warm, wet pussy and gasped as I entered her. She was tight, because she hadn’t been with many men. She tensed up a little, as her pussy engulfed my dick, and then pushed back against me. I thrust deeper and she didn’t complain, so I pushed in all the way to the hilt, until my balls were slapping against her ass. I slammed her ass hard, reached forward and grabbed her pig tails. There was something deliciously naughty about fucking a cheerleader like she was a rag doll. I could hear Tammy moaning and breathing hard as I built up a faster pace. Then she came again, with a loud squeal and I felt her pussy pulsating. I had worked myself into a frenzy slamming her ass and spurted gobs of cum into her tight pussy. Afterwards, we collapsed and lay there not moving. “Don’t move, I want to feel you inside me,” she said softly. “I never get to do that with guys my age. They just want to cum and pull out.” I wrapped my strong arms around her small body and embraced her. It sounded as, if for all of her beauty, Tammy was really missing intimacy. She pulled away from me and asked if she could get on top, something she had never done before. I was happy to oblige and watched as she rode my dick to another body-shaking orgasm. Tammy happily spent the night fucking me and enjoying her new found orgasms. We started a sexually-charged relationship. She was like an addict, who had just discovered crack and my dick was the pipe. She sent me lengthy texts saying how much she loved fucking me and wanted to marry me. I had been round the block a few times and realized she was confusing passionate sex with love. I patiently told her the two were different. She sulked and was upset, but she still came over after school and blew me. Afterwards, I hiked up her skirt and slowly ate her pussy, spending a long time bringing her to orgasm. She burst into tears of joy, embraced me saying she was in love. I hugged her and said, “You’re mistaking an orgasm for love.” She brushed away her tears and pounded on my chest. “I do love you.” This descended into a heated argument which involved much pouting, hair flinging and eventually, more wild sex. We agreed to disagree on the love thing, but both enjoyed fucking each other. I spent that summer teaching Tammy about sex, porn and sharing all the lessons I learned. I even taught her about Black History. You could say I corrupted her. I prefer to see it as educating her on how to appreciate her body. At the twilight of the summer, we drove out to the lake at midnight in Tammy’s convertible Mustang and made love in the backseat under the stars. We found a secluded spot, where Tammy’s moans were drowned out by the croaking frogs. Afterwards, we cuddled and looked up at the sky. Tammy started crying. “I’m going away to college tomorrow,” she cried. “I can’t believe this is happening. I finally find a man who knows how to fuck, and I have to move away.”

I was more pragmatic. “You wanted to go away to college, and now you got that. Life is short, and you have to make the most of every moment. We had a good time, but we are going in different directions.” She looked away from me and sobbed gently. Then she dried her eyes and kissed me softly. We drove back to my place in silence and kissed goodbye one last time. Tammy went to away to college. We keep up online, but I realize she has a life and I'm moving forward in a different direction. But, I'm sure Larry was surprised when Tammy came home at Christmas and said she was changing her major to African American studies!