Chapter 3: Lauren

I open my eyes at the sound of my alarm. I roll over and look at the clock: 10 A.M. I groan, and hit the snooze button. Fuck this shit. I know we need to practice, but on a fucking Saturday? Really?

It had been about a week since my… experience with Becca. I thought about it every night during my sessions, if you get my meaning. Just remembering her pussy slide down my cock…

I was wide awake now, with a boner in my boxers. Do I want to fap this beautiful morning? I thought to myself, sitting up in bed. No, fuck it. Gotta get ready anyways. I get out of bed and throw on a pair of shorts and a new shirt. Time to get this day over with.

I step out of my room and see my roommate, Mark, on the couch, watching something on the TV. That could have been me, but I was stuck in a band I didn’t want to be in. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

Mark looked over his shoulder and flicked his head. “Hey, nothin’ really. You wanna watch this with me? It’s good.” He raised his eyebrows. “It’s Tarantino. Gotta be a foot scene somewhere!”

Mark is the only other guy I’ve ever met in person with a foot fetish. That is, that I know of. When he heard about my night with Becca, the “blonde beauty,” in his words, he freaked out and paraded around the room. He’d never even seen her naked, but he acted like he had fucked her himself. Now, why did I even tell Mark in the first place? Well, he may be a lazy fuck who isn’t good at many things, but the one thing he is good at is keeping secrets. Which in a way is a form of lying, which is what he’s really good at. He once had a girlfriend – emphasis on had – that thought he was the son of a millionaire. They dated for two years. Two fucking years. Was she just waiting for him to show up in a Ferrari one day, and take her on a trip around the world? All she got was a bicycle-basket trip to the closest McDonald’s.

I shook my head. “Sorry, man, I can’t. Got another practice.”

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Man, fuck that. Why don’t you just quit already?”

I thought about that for a minute. Why do I even show up? I can just tell my parents I go, and just drop out. They’ll never know a thing. But then, I wouldn’t have a reason to ever see Becca again. Or any of the girls, for that matter.

“No, my parents would literally kill me. I gotta get ready. Tell me about that foot scene later!” I ran back to my room, brushed my teeth, all that shit, and went out to my car. Hopping in the car and driving to band is a hard thing to do when all you can think about is a girl you had been inside of a week earlier. I shook my head and focused on the road, just waiting for it to be over. Before I knew it, I was in the parking lot of the school. Sighing, I stepped out of my car and closed the door. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Hey, Matt?” I turned to see the beauty herself, Becca, standing before me. Her arm was across her chest, grabbing her other arm. I couldn’t help but stare at her body. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her chest nicely. I looked at her hand at her side, which was holding a pair of sneakers. Looking at her feet, I noticed she was wearing a pair of flip-flops. “Nice shoes.” I said, acting casual.

“Yeah, sure, you’re looking at my shoes,” she said, rolling her eyes. She had a point. “Anyways, look. I may have an idea about our little… deal.” She said, looking around to make sure no one else was around.

“Oh, yeah, go for it.” I said, feeling a wave of guilt go over me. I did feel bad for this whole thing. Although it’s fucking amazing for me, she must feel terrified. If she messes up and can’t get enough girls to fuck me, I’d end up “leaking her nude photo to everyone,” which would get her expelled, as she was with a teacher. Of course, I never planned on sending out the picture anyways. If Becca’s gone, how else would I fuck everyone?

As a side note, I felt completely nervous over the whole thing. What if a girl doesn’t want to fuck me? Becca would just be like, “Yeah, you should totally bang Matt, he’s suuuper big in the crotch.” It doesn’t seem like that’d work.

“Alright, so I’ve been chatting with the girls for the past week, and I’ve been slipping sex conversations in here and there, to see how everyone’s doing.” She shifted her weight to her other foot and crossed her arms, waiting for my reaction.

“Shit… Wow.” That’s all I could say. Becca is getting really into this. “Well, what’d you find out, I guess?”

“Well, Sydney is doing pretty well for herself, having a boyfriend and all, so I don’t know if you can fuck her.” She shrugged, leaning on my car. “Then there’s Victoria and Alyssa. Those freshman are fucking sluts, did you know that?”

I shot my head back on that one. I can see Alyssa being a fuck machine, but Victoria? She always seemed so… innocent. I nodded, and replied, “Alright, is that it?”

“No, there’s Lauren, too.” She said, tapping her foot on the ground. The look on her face turned from casual to business, so it seemed like this would go somewhere. “She broke up with her boyfriend about a month ago, as you probably know, so she’s been… lonely, you could say.” Becca smirked.

“Oh, that’s… good…?” I said, scratching my head. Good for me, at least.

“I guess. Anyways, I was talking to her last practice, and she seems pretty desperate. ‘I’d fuck basically anyone. I’ve been limited to a single dildo for the last month, if he has a cock I’ll take it.'”

I was surprised. That didn’t seem like a Lauren-thing to say. Lauren was a shorter girl, probably 5’4 or so. She had long, dark brown hair and eyes, but was pretty pale. Now, her body was great, not fat or anything, but not a twig either. She had nice feet too. Best part about them, that I can remember, is that she has long, skinny toes. Perfect for sucking.

“You think she’d be, like, open to foot stuff?” I said, kind of embarrassed now. I don’t know why I was embarrassed, I had done everything I could have to her feet just a week ago.

“Oh, probably. From what I hear, she’s a pretty adventurous girl.” She winked at me and started to walk away.

I just stood there at my car for a few minutes. I closed my eyes, thinking over my situation. Is this wrong? I thought, but quickly pushed it away. If these girls don’t want to fuck me, guess what? They won’t. I’m not forcing anyone. So it’s all consensual. Somehow, I still felt entirely wrong, but I pushed the feeling aside and walked to the school’s entrance.

***3 HOURS LATER***

There I was, back in the band room, putting away my stuff like I always did. Can’t wait for the season to be over, I think, throwing my case in my locker. I walk out of the locker rooms and see Becca walk through the door. A look crossed over Becca’s face, almost as if she remembered that she had to do something. She winked at me and walked to the locker room. Just the way she winked at me made me hard. I know, pathetic. Anyways, I looked around the room for Lauren. I found her hanging around with the other girls of her section, the clarinets. The clarinets are a crazy group of girls. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the fingered each other at some point. Of course, the freshman Alyssa is a clarinet, so my point is further proven. After a few moments, Becca comes out of the locker room and heads over to Lauren. Oh, shit. She’s actually doing it. I watched as Becca tapped Lauren on the shoulder. She turned around and smiled, probably greeting Becca. Becca then nodded her head over to a secluded corner of the room, assumably asking Lauren to talk in private. A look of confusion crossed Lauren’s face, but she nodded and said something else, before following Becca to the corner.

I started to panic again. Yeah, call me a pussy, but look at it from my shoes. You’d be fucking pissing your pants, I guarantee it. I sat down on a nearby chair and pulled out my phone, pretending to be using it. I kept an eye on the conversation that was occurring in the corner the whole time. I saw a lot of nodding and a lot of laughing, which I figured was a good thing. This may actually go perfectly. At one point, Becca turned her head and “accidentally” caught my eye. A look came across her face, and she said, just loud enough for me to hear, “Oh, Lauren, that reminds me,” and she turned her head back to the conversation.

Well, fuck. I said, shifting in my seat. She hasn’t even mentioned it yet. Maybe I am fucked.

I saw Becca explaining something to Lauren. Lauren continuously nodded, and seemed to follow the conversation. Suddenly, a look of confusion came across her face and I saw her head turn over to me. I made sure my eyes stayed plastered on my phone. I cannot make eye contact right now. After a few seconds, I moved my vision back up. Lauren’s right arm was over her chest, her left elbow in her hand. It looked like she said something along the lines of “I don’t know,” which was not a good sign for me. I looked back at my phone, the anxiety kicking in. Yeah, this is NOT going well at all. When I finally decided to look back up, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Becca was almost right in front of me, and Lauren was back with her group. “How did it go?” I asked when Becca had made it to me.

“I think it went okay, actually.” She said, looking over at Lauren. She noticed Becca look over and started to blush. I felt even more nervous. Not only does Lauren know about me fucking Becca, presumably, but she now knows that I know that Becca told her. Great, things are forever awkward between Lauren and I now.

“Well, how good is ‘okay?'” I asked, crossing my legs.

“Okay, so, Lauren seemed a little surprised at first when I told her how big your dick was.” She held out her hands in the approximate length of my penis. Wow, another girl surprised in my penis length. “Anyways, she said she didn’t know how she’d feel about that, because it’d be ‘pretty awkward,’ but I told her it definitely wouldn’t.”

I looked over at Lauren, who I swore was looking over at Becca and I as I had looked at them. “Should I talk to her or something? It does feel awkward.”

“No!” Becca threw her arms up. “Definitely don’t do that.” She said, quieter this time. “Not unless you want to ruin all of my work.”

“Fine, fine. I won’t, if you say I shouldn’t.” I guess now I just had to play the waiting game.

I sat with Becca and my section. We chatted for a while, but the whole time, I was looking over at Lauren. I few times, I saw her head turn away from my direction at the last second. Could this actually happen? By this point, a lot of people had left, and it was only Becca and I, and the clarinets. “Well, I gotta go, Matt,” Becca said, patting my back. “Good luck out there, friend.” I watched her walk to the door, and leave the room. I had to admire our current relationship. At first we were acquaintances, then I was her enemy, but now it seems like we were forming a friendship. You know, one of those friends that you fuck.

I look over at Lauren and realize all of the clarinets are heading out. As I watch them leave, I keep seeing Lauren look over at me. I watch as she starts for the door, and stops. My heart practically stops as she takes a seat and says goodbye to her friends. The rest of the clarinets file out and, big surprise, it’s just Lauren and I left. I’m just burning a hole through my phone, refusing to make eye contact with Lauren. I see her looking at me. She looks away, breaths out hard, and gets up to walk over to me. Here we fucking go…

I look up, “suddenly” aware of her presence, and say hi.

“Hey, Matt… What are you up to?” She said, acting a bit awkward. I kind of relaxed at that point, as she was as nervous as I was.

“Oh, I was just about to head out.” I said, pointing over to the door.

“Oh, okay, yeah. Cool…” She brushed her hair behind her ear, and slowly started to walk away.

Realizing my fuck up, I immediately backpedaled. “Oh, but I mean, if you want to, like, hang out or something, I’d gladly stay. Like, if you’re planning on staying here for a while, I’d be happy to keep you company…” I was trying super hard not to blow this.

She shook her head. “Oh, no, that’s okay. You can go if you want.”

That’s where I shook my head. “No, seriously, I’ll stay if you want me to.” I realized at that point, maybe she didn’t want me to stay. I could just be looking like a complete douche, flattering myself even.

Luckily, though, Lauren’s eyes seemed to light up a little. “Oh, really?” I nodded. She smiled a shy smile, and thanked me.

“No problem!” I smiled back, and went back to my phone. That was fucking close. After a few minutes, I started to realize something. Lauren was sitting a few chairs down from me, and she continuously was opening her mouth to say something, but she would just close it again. I had to take the first move.

I looked up from my phone and looked at the clock. I wrapped my hands together and turned to Lauren. “So, uh, Lauren, how did you do today?”

She looked up and stared at me blankly for a second, and then responded, “Oh, yeah, I think I did okay… How did you do?”

“Pretty much the same here,” I said back, with a small laugh. She chuckled a bit, and looked back her phone. I needed to think of a better question than that. Get her to open up, get her hooked in.

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” I said out of nowhere, which made Lauren look back up to me.

“Uh… I like to read…” She said, brushing her hair back again.

“Oh really? Cool, I read a bit too. What’s your favorite book?”

This broke off into a whole thirty minute small talk conversation. For instance, did you know that Lauren’s favorite movie is the entire Star Wars series? I bet you didn’t.

Before I even realized it, there was a long pause. Lauren was just looking at me, and I was staring back. It had to be a five second pause, but it felt like forever. I was about to say something, when it was Lauren who broke the silence.

“Rebecca told you about our conversation, didn’t she?” I saw that nervousness set back in her eyes, and I could tell mine came back too.

I was going to play dumb, but there was no point. It was basically a rhetorical question. She definitely knew. I sighed, and answered her question. “Yeah, she did…”

Lauren bit her lower lip and looked to the left, which I assume was just a nervous tick. Look away from the source of awkward, you know? That’s when she looked back at me and actually started apologizing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t ask about what you and Rebecca did in your free time, she just told me, I just wanted to make sure it was… cool between us… you know, like, I wanted to make sure this isn’t awkward.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry, it wasn’t awkward at all,” I tried to reassure Lauren, when I realized how weird that probably sounded.

“… It isn’t…?” She started biting her lip again.

Sorry to tell you this, I was actually getting hard. I couldn’t help it. Seeing this cute girl acting all shy was fucking hot. Not to mention the whole lip biting. She was good at making that look good.

“… Honestly, no. I hope that doesn’t make anything weird, I just don’t want you to feel awkward about it.” I said, honestly hoping I didn’t hurt her feelings. It was weird. I started this off hoping to fuck her, but now I just hope she felt okay. Thirty minutes really changes a man, I guess.

“No, that’s okay… Thank you, that means a lot.” She smiled that smile of hers and I was reminded of my erection. “I don’t think that’d be awkward either.”

It seemed like she regretted that statement immediately, assuming that would weird me out. It didn’t.

I had to push this further now. I wanted to see the real side of Lauren. That lonely side. “Really? Cool! Maybe we should sometime?” I laughed and looked her straight in the eyes.

Whatever I did, it worked. “Haha… yeah… maybe we should…” She just stared at me and I stared back.

I could have sworn a highly erotic make out session was about to occur, but Lauren just closed her eyes. She breathed and opened her eyes. “Okay, I’m sorry if this gets really weird, but do you actually want to? Because I would be okay if you did.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. It was the cutest thing I had ever heard in my life. When I looked at Lauren she looked hurt, and I stopped laughing. “No, Lauren. It’s okay. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at the way you said that. And… yeah, that’d be fucking awesome. You know, if you want to.”

Her eyes softened again, and a little smile came on her face. “So… Uh, should we, then…?”

I looked her in the eyes again. Confidence. That seemed to work, so why not try again. “Do you want to?”

She looked me straight in the eyes back. Her nervousness seemed to disappear. “I… I do.”

“So… I guess we sho–” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence. Lauren kissed me straight on the lips. I could feel her tongue in my mouth and I kind of panicked at that point. I backed up a step and there was a look of fear in Lauren’s eyes. “Oh my gosh… I’m sorry… I couldn’t control myself.”

But I was barely listening. “No… That’s… That’s okay…” I leaned forward and kissed Lauren again. We seemed to have kissed for a while, I started to get lost in it. When I zoned back in, I realized something I hadn’t noticed. My hand was up under Lauren’s shirt, and I was feeling her tits. Lauren’s hand was rubbing the outside of my shorts, feeling the length of my cock. “Holy shit… Becca was right…”

I had never seen this side of Lauren. She just used to be that quiet girl in my math class, but now here she was. She stepped back and put her hands on the lower edge of her shirt. I watched in amazement as she lifted up her shirt, revealing her bra. I stared at her chest as she reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. It dropped to the floor, and my body filled with lust. It’s one thing to feel an amazing breast, but it’s another thing to see them. Her tits were perfect. They were the perfect size, and her areolas were, in my opinion, the perfect size, about the size of a penny. They were beautiful, needless to say. Her stomach was flat, and her hips… I could come right now.

She seemed to be gaining confidence, as I was happy to see, so she said, “Alright. Your turn.”

I looked at her and smirked. I slid my shorts down my legs, with the underwear. Lauren’s big brown eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. I was seriously starting to feel offended of these reactions. She looked up at me, and within seconds, her own pants were off. I looked down at her shaved pussy. It looked just as good as the rest of her body. I was in awe. She was literally perfect. I actually felt like I was in love.

She came up to me and planted another kiss on my lips, while wrapping her hand around my cock, squeezing it lightly. The squeeze took me by surprise, but I loved it. She lifted her hand up to her mouth, spit in it, and reached back down to my cock. She slowly bent her knees until she was kneeling at my cock. She started to stroke my cock slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. She started using her other hand on my shaft, and stroked in a way that looked like she was milking it. Oh, and by the way, yes, a girl, especially one of Lauren’s size, can use both hands on my cock. The same goes for a lot of guys! She took her hands off and put my cock on her face. She ran her face down my cock, until my balls were in her mouth. She lightly sucked on my balls, and then worked her way up. Her tongue ran up my shaft, and wiggled over my head. The sensation was amazing. Lauren was acting like a fucking porn star. She took the head of my cock in her mouth, lightly sucking on it. She slowly lowered her head down my cock until her chin was in against my balls. I felt my cock starting to bend down her throat. “Holy fuck, Lauren.” I said, as she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. She pulled her head back, and I felt my cock slip out of her throat. She lowered her head a few more times, and I knew I would cum soon. Suddenly, my cock slipped out of her mouth. She looked up at me and whispered, “Please, don’t hold back.” She put my cock back in her mouth, and grabbed my hands.

I was confused at first, but then she put my hands on the back of her head. It took me a second to realize what she was saying. “Are… are you sure…?”

Lauren nodded, and I could feel my cock rub against the roof of her mouth as she did. Holy fuck. I do remember hearing Becca say Lauren was adventurous, but shit. She wants me to face fuck her?

I reluctantly started to push myself into Lauren’s mouth. I moved slowly into her throat, and felt my cock reach the back of her throat. I started to pull out, but Lauren lowered her eyebrows. She took her hand and pushed the back of my hand, which pushed her head lower onto my cock. I was completely taken aback. How hard did she want me to go? I pushed her head harder onto my dick, feeling it push past the back of her throat. She made little grunting and choking sounds, but she nodded her head. I noticed she had started to finger herself, which got me going. I mean, if she wants it hard, I guess I can give it to her…

I started to pick up speed and thrusted harder into Lauren’s mouth. Tears started to well in her eyes, which made me feel a little weird, but I could hear the cock muffled moaning in her throat, so I kept going. I was nearing orgasm, so I warned her and tried to pull out. Out of nowhere, Lauren grabbed my ass and pushed me back into her mouth. Before I could comprehend what had just happened, I shot a huge load into Lauren’s throat. I could feel her sucking my cock dry, as the orgasmic wave started to recede. “Holy shit, Lauren. I never would have thought you were like this.”

She chuckled with my cock in her mouth, and pulled it out. “You don’t even know half of it, Matt.”

What the fuck does that mean? I thought to myself, as I saw Lauren reach into her bag. “What are you getting?” I asked, and she knelt over her bag. That’s when it hit me. The kiss was so sudden, and then there was the deep throat, and throughout the whole thing I didn’t even think about looking at her feet. And now I had the perfect angle. Her long toes were pushed into the ground, and her beautiful round ass was sitting on her heels. What I would do to just fuck her right now…

“Hey, Lauren… Can I tell you something, honestly…?” I felt a little nervous again.

“What, your foot fetish?” She said, looking over her shoulder. “Yeah, Becca told me all about it.”

I laughed, feeling completely confident again. Lauren pulled out what she had been looking for, a bottle of lube. “You pleasured me, so that’s what I’m gonna do to you.”

Wait, I pleasured her? By fucking her throat? Suddenly, I was hit with a realization. “Hey, Lauren. Why do you have a bottle of lube in your bag…?”

She laughed at this. “Matt, a girl never knows when she’ll need a bottle of lube.” She opened up the bottle and set it aside. She sat down and held her feet out, wiggling her toes. “I’m gonna need it in a few minutes.”

I took that as my cue. Like a cat, I pounced on her toes. They tasted wonderful, after the long practice we’d had today. My tongue made it in between each of her toes, and I ran it up and down her soles. My hard on was constantly getting harder, as Lauren giggled every time my tongue made it to the middle of her soles. “Okay, okay, stop, please, I can’t take it anymore!” She said between giggles. I didn’t even mind. I’d done all I could.

She flipped over onto her hands and knees and revealed her beautiful pussy. “Im gonna do something fast, why don’t you play with my pussy for a minute?” I didn’t hesitate. I rubbed my finger up her vagina, and rubbed her clit. I could hear her breathing heavier as she did whatever it was she was doing. I slipped a finger in her pussy and immediately started going at full speed. A shiver went through Lauren’s body. “Oh, fuck!”

At this point, I had a full hard on again. I was ready to do this. I saw Lauren squirt some lube onto her fingers. I scoffed. “Hey, sorry Lauren, but I don’t think you need that lube. Your pussy is wet enough.”

“Oh, I know. This isn’t for my pussy.” She reached behind her and ran her fingers against her asshole. My dick nearly exploded.

“… You’re not fucking with me, are you? Please say you’re not,” I said wrapping my hand around my cock.

She laughed again. “Yes, I’m serious. Put it in my ass.” She reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks, revealing her tight little asshole. I sighed a sigh of pure ecstasy as I pushed my cock against her ass. Finally, her ass stopped resisting, and with a small yip from Lauren, I was in. As I pushed deeper into her ass, and as Lauren started to moan louder, I didn’t know how long I’d last. “Oh, fuck yes!” She shouted, pushing back, forcing my cock in deeper.

Once my cock reached the end of its journey, I started to slide out of her ass. Every few seconds, a new moan popped out of Lauren’s mouth, which just brought me closer to cumming. I pushed back in, this time a little harder, and there was a lot less resistance this time. As I picked up speed, I could feel Lauren push against my cock. “Ohohoh fuuuuck me!” I had never heard anything like this form Lauren before. I loved it. As I fucked her asshole faster she turned her head around and literally whimpered, “Smack my ass. Please, please!”

I was somehow taken aback again. I shouldn’t have been surprised honestly. As I pounded away in her asshole, Lauren moaning at the top of her lungs, I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass. “C’mon, harder!” I was a little worried, but I complied, hitting her ass harder. “FUCKING HIT ME!”

I had no idea what to do, so I picked up my speed, swung my arm back, and crashed it straight into her right ass cheek. Lauren let out a scream that turned into a moan. “Oh fuck yes, just like that!” I was so fucking close to cumming.

“Lauren, I’m going to fucking cum.” I said, thrusting harder into her asshole.

“Oh fuck, yes, please, Daddy. Please, Daddy, cum in my tight little ass!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.

On that note, I exploded inside of Lauren’s ass, and savored the orgasmic sounds Lauren was releasing from her own orgasm. I slipped out of Lauren’s ass and sat on the ground, just staring at her. She looked over at me, suddenly looking like that nervous, shy girl again. She pushed her hair over her ear. She said, in a shaky voice, “I, I’m sorry… That kind of just slipped out. My old boyfriend and I were into that Daddy stuff…”

I shook my head again. “Lauren, don’t apologize, because that may have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Lauren smiled and hugged me. I don’t know why, but I just wanted to hold Lauren for a while. Not fuck her, just hold her. Is… is this love…? No, it couldn’t be. This is just my orgasm-high speaking. Probably.

Lauren pulled her head back from my shoulder. “Hey, uh, Matt. We should totally do this again sometime.”

“Fucking definitely.” I replied, which made her laugh.

“Here, take this.” She leaned over on top of me and grabbed her socks. She stuffed them in my hand. “You’ll use these more than I will.” She winked and kissed me again.

Ten minutes later, we were both dressed, and she was hugging me again. “Really, Matt, thank you so much. I really needed this.” She was looking me in the eyes, but I noticed her lip start to wiggle. Suddenly, she was crying.

“Hey, Lauren, what’s wrong?” I said, hugging Lauren harder.

She just stared up at me and kissed me again. “Thanks, Matt.” She smiled through her tears, and walked out the door of the school. I was left standing there thinking of everything that had just happened. I… I think I do love her. I don’t know how that was possible. But it was. I had cum twice tonight, and I already needed her again. I didn’t know how I felt. I sighed, and pushed open the door. There was one thing I knew, and it was that mark was gonna love this story.

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