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"I work here in the library," I said."Swell," she snarked. "Want me to help you shelve some books?""I had to put some things away in the recording studio a while back," I said, snaking my arm around Beth again (after double-checking once more that the coast was still clear). "Ms. Sarniochi gave me the code to the lock. I think I still have it in my phone."We barely had the presence of mind to grab our laptops and other stuff from the table before we hustled into the seldom-used back stairwell and from there down to the basement.The recording studio is a small room in the basement of the library. A minor rock star who was an alumnus had gifted the school, out of the blue, a complete, modern, professional recording suite. It had been fun my Sophomore year when it had arrived and there had been a faculty tempest over where to set it up, and how. Finally, they had relented and let some of our more musically gifted students install it for them.The equipment was installed and stored in

THE ONE WITH CARLA—————"Come on, Peter, get the lead out!" I shouted encouragingly to the lanky freshman who was laboring down the back straightway on lap three of eight in the 3,000 meter JV race. Only the 4x400m relays (Varsity, Girls, and JV) were left after this race, and while we on varsity had already mathematically lost our meet, the JV still had a slim chance for the win... if Peter, or Timmy, who was ten yards behind Peter, could catch the fat kid from the other team just ahead of them. We had first and second in the bag already. A 1-2-3 sweep would tighten the score just enough that the relay would decide the match. If that fat kid held on for third, JV would lose before their pretty good relay team had their chance.Peter was thin, weak, and lacked confidence. In other words, he was me as a freshman. Given that, Coach Parvis had secretly assigned him to me as my project back during Cross-Country season in the fall. Most days, I felt like it was a pretty hopeless assignmen

Carla grimaced at the bar and took off toward it in her loping gait, gaining speed with each step. She curved up to the bar, and at the last moment twisted, her tall, slender form curving in a graceful arch up into the air... and into the bar. She bounced back up and went back to set up again as I retrieved and replaced the bar.This time, she narrowed her eyes to a piercing focus and dashed forward, her body soared up in an even more beautiful arch... and this time she came down on top of the pole. She winced at the impact and swore loudly at the failure.Carla was damned tall, almost as tall as me, and her delicately muscled body was like a steel spring. She was certain that she could do this height. I agreed."Come on, Carla," I said encouragingly. "Just a little harder push off and you will have it, right?"Carla just screamed. "Who the fuck are you, man?" she added in frustration, taking me aback. She advanced on me, "Look, until this spring, you have always been this great frien

"Nowhere?" Carla squawked forcefully, reminding me that my 'ravaging' of her was just role-play. This girl's mind and body would always be her own. "Look mister, in case I have not made my agenda clear, I. Want. To. Fuck. You. And I'd like to do that now, if we can find somewhere. And before you go all full idiot on me again, I am not getting naked and making the beast with two backs with you out here, in the middle of the track, in broad daylight!"I sighed and rolled off of Carla, to a small sound of disappointment from her. I sat up and said, "Look around." Yet another new discovery that day was that even my Male Instinct in full flower was no match for my innate affection for explaining my own (allegedly) brilliant thought processes. I pulled Carla up into a seated position beside me, wrapping an arm acquisitively around her waist."Yes, we are out in the open. But practice is just over, and everyone is gone. There is no reason for anyone to wander all the way back up here now, es

"Hey! I just kissed you right after you blew me," I protested happily. "Though, to be honest, I did not taste much in your mouth...""That is because you came right down my throat," Carla laughed, still wiping at my face. "I didn't get to taste anything either." She giggled. "The next time we do this, I hope you don't mind if I have to come in my mouth, not my throat. I want to taste it.""Nothing about that sentence is anything but awesome," I grinned."But forget next time," Carla said, kissing me again, juices be damned. "As soon as you are ready, I want that serious fucking I begged for earlier.""Then I guess that you are going to get what you want," I said, rolling over on top of her. I was too turned on by having my first sixty-nine, outside, with Carla, to have gone soft, even a little.She reached between us and grasped still very hard cock. "Already?" she gasped. "Are you human?""I'm just really, really turned on," I murmured.I shifted between her legs and pressed my dick