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Sandy and Eric (Fiction)
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Sandy and Eric (Fiction) So we gots here a new erotic fiction! Because this one touches on age taboo, I must say: Any and all likenesses of these characters to real people is entirely coincidental, if not entirely in your feverish mind. This is entirely a made up story. I had a couple ways of this one playing out, and jeez, I just sat here for four hours and this is what I got. If you liked it, great! If you have suggestions for making it better (story line, alliteration, better words, better images, better desciptions, etc.) Any comments welcome, although I would appreciate it if you tried to be constructive with your criticisms instead of merely critical. (never a problem here before, ya'll are nice readers, just sayn'  .So without further ado, Sandy and Eric: He was here. She saw his silver car pull up along the curb outside, and recognized it immediately. Her guitar tutor. He was six years older than her, and she had fallen for him the first time they met. Six months later, she had a ritual; On the days he came for the lesson, she waited by her window until she saw him- then before he got to the door she quickly changed from her school clothes into smaller clothes so she could reveal herself more easily. Today she picked a powder blue t-shirt with close cut sleeves that had a smiling cloud on front, and a tight pair of jean shorts. She had come downstairs and stood behind the front door, watching him stride up the walk. She loved to take these small seconds to herself, watching, fantasizing, before his presence was known to her parents and she had to hide her feelings. She loved her parents very much, but was at that awkward point where boys her own age were stupid and shy, and she had begun to feel the need of attention... He knocked, three quick as he usually did. She pulled open the door almost immediately, and greeted him in a small, smooth voice, "Hello." "Hi Sandy!" he replied enthusiastically, "How's it going?" "I'm doing fine, thanks," She smiled warmly, "Come in." He came into the familiar living room, and her Bubsy came bounding in from the study. Her father was behind him, coming out to greet and talk to him for a minute- he was like that; Everyone wanted to talk to him and hang out with him- and he was happy to oblige. He liked to talk to everyone, and was very warm and welcoming. Just one of the many things she liked about him. He talked to her father in the living room for a minute, and then joined her in the connected dining room. She was retrieving her instrument and homework, and he sat down and began his tuning process. Their lesson spot was a little awkard- the dining room table. The chairs were good, they sat 90 degrees from one another with the rounded corner of the table between them. The books lay open on the table in front of her, and his extra stuff in front of him. "So did you get to practice this week?" His regular line of questioning. "Yea, I did- only three days though. I've been busy with the marching band after school, and choir on the weekends." "That's great!" He would have been dripping with positivity even if she'd only played for five minutes in the past seven days. "You keep it up, and you'll really get places with this music stuff!" She watched his hands as he spoke to her- twisting pegs and plucking strings. He wasn't actually looking at her, much to her chagrin. Then he did, look up, straight into her big blue eyes. She felt her stomach tighten, and her head fluttered a little bit. She regained herself just as he asked, "Did you have any questions on the homework?". "No." She shook her head lightly and smiled. Then she saw what she'd been waiting for- her father returned to his study with the dog, and would not be back out until Eric was leaving. He would get engrossed in his games, he loved RPGS in his retired years, and those things suck you in for hours. She thought about sucking for hours... "OK, so lets start with our regular warm ups!" His voice snapped her out of her daydream. He grabbed her folder off the table, and produced the sheet of arpeggios. She held the guitar in its correct position with it resting on her left leg, with left foot raised onto the low part of the chair next to her. It happened to be the perfect height for her. "Start at the top, number one, and we'll do each one four times- no metronome, just a comfortable warm up." She began playing, and he matched her speed. Sandy focused on her fingers, and felt a momentary flush in her cheeks. She glanced quickly and saw he was watching her left hand, studying the technique. He could tell she was really practicing. Her hand shape was looking real good, and she was moving with much greater ease than she had been just weeks ago. He noticed a happy cloud peeking at him on her shirt from behind the guitar. He quickly readjusted his gaze to her right hand, and watched her pluck arpeggios. Her hands were not small and dainty, but they were slender and strong. They had the same shape and look of his own, just in a feminine size. "Very good! It looks and sounds great! I can tell you've been working hard, even if it wasn't every single day. Sometimes it is good to break routine for a week, as well. Let your mind readjust." I'll get your mind to readjust, she thought. "Thanks," she said shyly. Then she set her guitar in rest position, shuffled the next exercise page out of the folder, and set it down. He was watching her with that sweeping look that seemed as if he saw everything. Now, she thought. She stretch her right arm up, the small sleeves pulling back to reveal her small, gentle puff of pubic hair under her arm. She saw him look right at it, but he quickly looked away. He didn't realize she was staring into him. She brought her arm down and resumed her practice, smiling inwardly to herself. Perhaps even letting it show slightly on her face... He didn't know what had just happened. She did something that distracted him from his work, from music. She merely stretched, and in that one motion he saw the beginning blossoms of womanhood, and from that simple image his own mind had raced elsewhere. I'm a bad man, he thought as he mentally slapped himself and corrected his eyes. The lesson ended as it usually did, with assignments and his endless preaching about practice and metronomes. She was sad it would be another week before she saw him, but now she knew she could push further. He would be hers. Patience, as he always said. Patience. ------- The day rolled around, and his car appeared outside their house. She was ready already, this time choosing a tie-dye woman's T with her regular jean shorts. She opened the door right as he crested the top step, and he chuckled lightly. "Been waiting long?" he asked. "No." She smiled. When she did her face lit up, he thought. She really is very pretty... NO! She's too young, our relationship is that of teacher and student- be professional! Yea, or go to jail! Christ I can't believe I have to rationalize the right thing to do. He thought this now, but he hadn't let these same thoughts prevent him from fantasizing about her other mysteries. He wondered if she did it on purpose, but brushed that thought aside as she couldn't be old enough to gain experience unless... it was just instinct? Aren't we animals, after all? "Eric, good to see you!" Mr. Truschle's hearty voice shook him back to reality, and he seized his hand in a hearty shake. "You as well, sir!" Sandy could hear them exchanging pleasantries in living room, and Bubsy wandered in for his ritual greeting. She felt an idea burst into her mind, and it made her heartrate skip up some. She grabbed her music folder off the table and put it off to the side of the room, and hid it behind the waiste-high shelf. Then she pulled her shorts an inch lower than their resting level, leaving a half inch of her butt exposed under her shirt. She sat down carefully to avoid rustling her work. Eric came in with her father, and sat down. Mr. Truschle said, "Hey, I've got to run a few errands and I won't be back in time to pay you- so here's money now. Have a good lesson, see you later!" He walked off with his keys jangling, and a minute later they heard his car fire up and drive off. "OK, so lets begin, shall we?" He always took command when it was time, and liked to get down to business. "Where's your folder?" She could not believe her luck at the situation. Her heart was racing with anticipation. She took a beat and inwardly composed herself. "Oh, I think it was over here," she demured. She lightly got up, carefully walked over, and looked. "Hm, it was here last night..." She looked around acting confused. Then she said, "Maybe..." as she bent over the cabinet to peek behind. He was watching her the whole time with disinterest, until she bent over. She was facing directly away from him, and when she bent her shirt pulled up to reveal her pale skin and the top inch of her butt was cracked there... His eyes fastened to it instantly- devouring details. She was covered in a light fuzz, and the shadow of her crack seemed to call to him. The way her ass was so perfectly shaped- it wasn't round, but it was rounded. She hoped he was enjoying her show. He hadn't said anything, there was just the quiet hum of the central air running through the house. A light went on. She carefully, slowly- so he wouldn't notice- pushed herself forward. The moment came. "Oh no!" She cried as she toppled forward off balance. It hurt more than she intended, as the front of her upper legs became the pinpoint on the corner of the cabinet for all of her body's weight. It was only a second, as he had acted immediately. She felt him move up directly behind her, grab her, and gently yet firmly pull her out from between the cabinet and the wall. There was resistance, and she realized her jeans waist was caught on the lip- she reached to free it and... "OOF!" He wasn't ready for the sudden release, as she popped off the furniture like a champagne cork- tumbling backward and landing on him against the carpeted floor. "I'm so sorry!!! Are you OK?" "I'm fine, are you OK?" "Yes." They both stood up and dusted themselves off. When she finished she realized he was looking down at her shorts. She looked down, and saw what he was staring at. When she popped the clothing loose, it had also unbuttoned, but it remained zipped. A brushstroke of light brown fluffy hair wisped up from underneath... She turned, suddenly embarrassed, hands moving to reassert the fastening. "It's OK." He said gently. "Lets get back to work." He refocused her, and they both tried to forget the incident. For now. I'm a bad man, he thought to himself. A bad. Man. ------- It had been two weeks since her plan at attention had backfired. Or had it? She had not bargained for all that at once. Though she could not help but relive the scene, every night. She grew more comfortable with the thought, and she felt her own needs and desires growing as well. As he rolled up to Sandy's house, Eric thought to himself. He hadn't been distracted on this drive with music or lesson plans, he had been thinking about the girl. He felt like he wanted her now, but he was still fighting to kill that feeling. All I have to do is remain professional for half an hour, 45 minutes tops, and I'll be fine. Please, Jesus, let me get through this lesson without condemning myself to Hell. She opened the door after his third knock, not wanting to seem too eager. She couldn't help it. She began to look at him more and more as the man he was, and imagined herself his wife. With all the duties, responsibilities, and access, of a wife. She felt she was ready. The folly of youth. Sandy wore a completely black shirt, it was tight against her skin. It was heavier than a T, more like a dress top, but still cool and casual enough for late summer. It outlined her figure nicely, and she smiled at the thought. Her father had gone out again, and left money with Eric. She was letting him run the lessons completely now, and behaving, biding her time. She could sense his electricity, something about it had changed. He was nervous, putting on airs that he was in complete control. Suddenly, her boobs itched. Stupid bra. She put down the guitar and grabbed her breasts, manipulating them both together and then out several times. Then she readjusted and looked up. He was staring. She could see his cheeks had flushed red, and how he seemed to glisten with the smallest beginning of a trace of sweat. "Sorry," she said smally, and tried a weak smile. "It's OK," he said, and they got back to work. Just what I need, he thought. Another image like that... "Hi! Sandy! Eric!" Sandy's mother was home! She must have gotten out of work early! Silently, Sandy cursed the sky. She had no choice but to resume practice, and let him pretend he was in control... ------- As he arrived, the first drops of a storm were beginning to fall. Thwack! Thwack! Thwock! They were big, and was that a chunk of hale? He hurried up the walk, and saw Sandy open the door as he was. "Hey, thanks." "Mhm!" Sandy moved swiftly to the dining room, as soon as she did Mr. Truschle came out of his study with Bubsy leading the way. "Eric, the news says there's a tornado warning in effect for the area. My wife has requested that I come pick her up, so she won't have to hop the train and go through that nightmare. You know how people around here get when potential for disaster looms, and the knuckleheads on TV whip everyone into a frenzy. We've got enough food and water for the family for a week, and a generator. So we don't worry TOO much. I'll call you if anything happens, but I expect to be back in a couple hours." "Sounds good, Mr. Truschle! I- excuse me one second." Eric had to answer his phone- more of today's were calling him. "Oh, OK, no problem, see you next week!" He hung up. "The Shumans have cancelled the lesson today, citing the weather. They'd feel bad if I got caught up in it just for them." "But they know your'e already out this way?" "Yea, but they still insisted we make it up some other time. No harm no foul as far as I'm concerned. So I've got a little bit of free time now- hey- you want to do an hour today?" He was looking towards Sandy as he said that, but the question was more for those that pay the bills. "Well, I'll leave that up to Sandy. What do you say honey?" "Sure! I have been working on my marches and drumming and wanted to show Eric all the progress, and he could help me with those rhythms as well as get in the guitar practice." "Sounds good! Here Eric, let me pay you for the hour," and with that, Mr. Truschle headed out the door into a darkening world. Sandy closed the door, and locked it. Eric's back was to her, and he couldn't see her knowledgeable grin. She knew, but didn't know what she was going to do. I want to make him move first, she thought. How? He is strong, but I am young yet old enough, aren't I? Not by society's standards today, but historically... They went through the guitar lesson as usual. Eric felt the whole time this uneasy anticipation, rising and falling moments of lust, trading with the semblance of self control. He was alone, with Sandy, for an hour. He studied her hands. They were beautiful like the rest of her, he thought. Calm yourself. "Well that's half an hour for the guitar! You wanted to work on band rhythms from school?" "Yea, I've been working hard on the drum marches, rhythm and marching simultaneously. Can I show you?" "Yes, please." He turned his chair away from the table, toward the living room where the open space was. Sandy stood facing away from him, counted off, and began the high stepping march with her feet, as she counted silently and beat the rhthm out on her legs. Eric listned to her but did not watch, except out of the corner of his eye. He followed the sheet music of the rhythm. She was doing very well. He looked up as she spun 180 degrees and kept marching. Her breasts jiggled with the impact of her feet, her face was sober with concentration. She began to move forward and backward with her steps, keeping time and rhythm. Her pattern took her directly to his right, facing behind him. Then she spun 180 degrees and was side by side with him, marching, jiggling, focused, when- She turned her head left towards him, and blew her breath at his face. It hit him like a drug. He almost fell over. She kept marching, reached her left arm and squeezed her left breast. He saw it all 18 inches from his face. A crack of lightning shook the house, and the rolling thunder which followed rattled the windows. Sandy actually stumbled at the unexpected clash, and fell to the floor on her right side. Snapped back to reality, Eric was beside her. "Are you OK?" "I think so, my ankle just gave out. It doesn't feel bad, I can walk." He helped her up. She stood uneasily, then fell into his arms. As she held him, she inhaled deep through her nose, savoring his scent, and he helped her to the sofa where they sat down. "I guess no more marching today," he said. He always tried to make light of the situation- it was his way of disarming tension. She could smell his body, and it was driving her mad. She was on fire. She exhaled a deep sigh towards him, relishing the instant reaction. Sandy lay back, and stretched her arms up, and again he saw her beautiful furry underarms. She toyed with her pubic hair in one hand while the other arm remained extended, her eyes on his. "I..." He gazed at her. Then, he was upon her- kissing her lips with the fierce tenderness of a taboo love. They inhaled each other, savoring the moments and the breaths. He lay on top of her, on the couch, and she wrapped her legs around him. As she did this, he moved and positioned his groin over hers, and she felt him swell as he began grinding. She ran her hands under his shirt, feeling his chest and back, reaching down his pants to grasp his buttocks. She felt his large hands all over her- down her back, on her butt, gently squeezing her breasts, tracing tingles down her legs and arms... "Oooh..." she moaned as they dry humped, feeling the momentum build... He pulled away from her lips, and they both sat up. "Here," he said quietly as he lifted her shirt off. To her surprise, her bra came with it- leaving her perky C-cups and hard pink nipples exposed. He removed his shirt, and wrapped his arms around her drawing her close. They kissed deeply, tongues vying for control, each greedy to suck and be sucked, lick and twist and pleasure the other. She lay back, bringing him down on top of her. They sprawled the length of the couch, entwined in a timeless moment. Heavier now, they both were working, until he broke off from her lips, and kissed her neck. She was amazed at his sensuosness, and for the first time in months she let him regain complete control. He moved down to her right breast, kissing each section of body along the way. Slowly he licked, and gently sucked at her nipple. He rubbed the other with his thumb, alternating between nipple play and breast squeezing. Then he switched sides and did the same for the other. Eric was as excited as he'd ever been. Her breath and skin smelled so pure, so delicious, and now he knew that they were. He stopped sucking her left nipple, and came back up and kissed her deep. He then brought her arms up, revealing her lightly haired pits. He shoved his face in her left armpit, inhaled deeply through his nose, and licked. She tasted good everywhere, and her scent! He continued to work lower, kissing her body all over. He was tonguing her belly button, and then he suddenly drew back, unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them off. She gasped at her exposure, now completely naked and self conscious, she covered her vagina with her hands. Eric chuckled as she blushed, and gently removed her hands. Her small pussy had beautiful little lips which came out just a little, and her natural hair was really coming in ernest. She had a beautiful bush, light brown and fluffy, which had the tantalizing aroma of youth. He kissed her left inner thigh, then her right. She watched in vulgar interest as he worked his way around her hole, careful not to touch it before it was ready. He stopped, his face one inch from her beautiful kitty. She could feel his breath driving her mad. He sniffed at the glistening slit, "heaven," he thought. She was just beginning to wonder if he'd ever pay attention when she shuddered as he spread his tongue in a wide path from low to high, a slurping, slobbering, service. He probed her depths, and squeezed her breasts as he did. He grabbed her waiste and pressed her against his face, licking and sucking all her juices and bits. She lost track of time, everything was ecstasy. He changed his method, and suddenly it was even more intense than before. He was doing something with the inside of his lip where it was slippery and soft like... "Aahh ohh ah aha ah ooooooooooo" she wrapped her legs around his head, and locked him in. "oooohhh mmmmm oooo ah ah ah AAHHH!!" Her entire body shook as she came, and she squirted all over his face. He didn't stop through it, and kept licking and devouring every bit of her that he could. Then he stopped. He sat there on the floor for a moment, his face in her pussy. He stood up, and she gasped as she saw. He had at some point taken his pants off, and now she saw his full manhood- handsome and erect- ready to finish what she started. He took her chin with his hand, and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself all over his mouth, and the taste lingered. Eric liked it when he could kiss a girl and her mouth tasted like her pussy. He pulled out of the kiss, and stood up- with his penis in her face. For a moment she wondered if she could fit it in any of her holes, but that question was answered when he gently took her head, and forced himself in. She gagged, and he stopped- pulled it out. "No I want it." And she took it back. "Mfhmne." He let her go, and she began to get it. She sucked the tip slowly, and then tried to go deeper. Eric winced as he caught some teeth. "Open your mouth like you're<b> singing.</font></b>" It worked, she got it. She fell into a rhythm, and Eric tried to match her- it worked! She actually was pretty good, once she had direction. "Now use your tongue." She swirled it, and he thought he might lose it right there. He pulled out of her lips, and smacked her forhead with his cock. "Ow! What was that for?" "I dono," he grinned, "Suck my balls," as he thrust his sack into her mouth. She obeyed, and he masturbated with what saliva she had left behind. "Now," he said. She looked up at him, questioning. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting his own cock- but less so than her vagina. For some reason the vagina mouth always overpowers cock mouth. Must be the juices, he thought to himself. He lay her back down on the couch, positioning on top of her- face to face, between her legs. His hard cock lay pressed against her pussy lips, and he began a fleshy, hairy, grind. He could smell their scents becoming one, and she began moving her hips in time with his when... He pulled back just far enough and she pushed forward with just enough force at the right time to feel his girth spread her hole in every direction, smooth, strong, a pain that she craved to know for months now. "Owwwwoooohhhhhh" she moaned as the pain subsided, while he slowly and gently pushed deep his entire meat. Then it was in, and they were lost in each other's eyes, entwined in life and breath. He stirred her vagina. She moaned- and then he began. Slowly at first, he pulled almost all the way out and then eased back in. She was technically a virgin, but she had experimented with some household objects before. As she relaxed, she felt safe and alive and wonder. Then she felt him pull out, and he grabbed her waiste, and thrust back inside of her. She gasped, and he took one hand and wrapped it around her back, the other supporting him above her. He was moving quicker now, like a driving rock song. She could feel his heat, and could taste his sweat. She licked her lips, and still tasted like vagina. She didn't care. He was pounding her now, the tip of his cock coming all the way out and then entering so surely that she was sure she'd come again. He kept going, slippa slippa slippa,slicky slicky slicky, when he suddenly tensed up, and she knew it was happened. She wrapped her legs around him quickly, trapped him again, and now she fucked him with her hips. She moved up and down and writhed in pleasure, he kissed her as he matched her motions, pumping, pumping, pumping. She came, and she kept coming as she felt his final thrusts, the intense release of his seed into her, and the way he kept pumping it in until he finally stopped, and collapsed on top of her. His dick was still swollen and inside of her, although it wasn't the size it was five minutes ago. He kissed her deeply, and passionately. I think I love her, he thought to himself. I'm a bad man. Her legs were still wrapped around him, she didn't want to let him out. All the better, because he didn't want to leave either. They stayed in their lustful reverie until she finally popped him out, his blood loss no longer able to combat her pelvic muscle. They kissed, and snuggled, not saying anything. Sandy was never so sure of anyone or anything like she'd been of Eric. Eric was hating himself for losing control, but he had given in... He decided that he would love her and marry her, even if he had to wait years to reveal their love to anyone. They were laying there, on the sofa, naked, holding each other, no other thoughts or cares in the world when... Sandy's parents walked through the front door. "Sandy, we're home!" |
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10/7/2017 5:22 pm |
Yes folks, this is what it's come to. I need to write the stories I want to whack it to, because I can't find any good free porn on the internetz! Oh yea, or someone who I click with. I mean, it's not like I'm not asking girls out! They have either-had boyfriends, said no thanks, or live out of state. It's all good. Lucky for me I have a good imagination. What should the next one be? Visiting the EX while back in town? Hanging out with friends of friends who never quite matched up? Returning to claim the lost love from high school who is probably the best girl I never dated? Her birthday is this month, and lately I've been thinking about her... *sigh* I'm such a fckin' dope.
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7/4/2018 11:58 am |
I have read this story several times since writing, and upon my review I find it to be clunky and unwieldy in a lot of places. Oh well. If I ever get a stick up my ass to write another one, I'll keep this in mind.
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7/21/2018 2:46 pm |
YEA I KNOW, but I don't feel like editing it. I'll just edit the next one. I remember why I didn't - because I was just happy to have it done and wanted to throw it up here on the blog.
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7/21/2018 2:51 pm |
Apparently not!!! GET LOST, TROLL!!!? ?*
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7/21/2018 2:53 pm |
Listen brain, I don't like you, and you don't like me. Let's just get through this and then I can get back to killing you with alcohol. Deal?
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