Two Girls In A Boy's Locker... Watching Him
**_Locker Love
A short tale of two close friends and a long time befriended schoolmate. By wallacethe5._**
Author's Note: Please read for it contains information and small updates on the sotries posted here.
Originally, this is a page longer for my submission to A Gentle Touch Contest. (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5644531)
So I decided to post it here. This is my final second draft before I edited it. It's a shame to see all the content cut out. Please enjoy this 3 page erotic story.
For future commisioners, this is a prime example of a polished work by me.
For readers of my story series, you have read the drafts posted here. I am still working on polishing them up. All that sex and story must be perfected. I would not settle for less. And those chapters are long. Imagine them in the quality I have posted here.
The stories I posted here are long drafts. But they will be even longer when I am finished with them. So please be patient.
There will be plot for Mila the Skunk Series.
Adventure to the Gevina's All Girl's Academy
Bats within the Bats Like Squirrels have more young teens of different genes and species to breed.
Until than, as you wait for my perfected work, I say thank you for you all. Firstly, to the 240 new and old watchers watching me, a year's worth of thanks I give. For those faving my drafted work, you will enjoy what you have favourited when I posted up the reditted sotires. For those cumming with orgasmic ecstacy, I will hope you have exercised your hands well. For there will more explicit content to make you cry for more.
So, enjoy this prime example... of a refined work by yours truly, titled... Locker love
Based upon the romatic picture In The Locker , created and given life to by Ookami Kemono a.k.a. o-kemono
**Locker Love
A short tale of two close friends and a long time befriended schoolmate. By wallacethe5.**
Dusk. Time when the sun goes down. Time when people go home to bath, eat, rest, sleep and do homework. Whatever things they do at home normally. Time for co- curriculum activities are done with for the day.
We do not have much time. Both of us, two young excited girls dashing down the corridor silently towards the male washroom. We just finished our cheer leading moves on the practice field. Our teacher let us off late after making sure we got our stances right. The boys on the field are also practicing hard too. Sweaty, dirty. Fur ruffled up and muscled flesh clash against each other.
It was hard to concentrate. Especially when looking at those bodies run and flex. Boys. Strong muscled young men of our age.
But our eyes are on a particular boy. Both of us having a common interest. Both of us coming to 20 years of age. Best friends together since childhood, willing to share with each other. Gifts. Equipment. Toys. Clothes. Many things we shared, never ashamed. Even our first time together. Gentle touches upon each other. Willing to share everything.
Everything... anything...
We have waited patiently. Our desires making sure we keep ourselves in check and the coast is clear. We giggle as we quietly shut the door of a locker large enough for both of us. He is the only one left in the male shower room. Always the one to work out last and still in the showers, washing of the grime of the day. The running water masking any silent sounds we make.
As we waited, we touch each other. Warming each other up. Kissing gently, savouring each other. Our hands roam under each others' clothing. We pull up our shirts to give room for our hands to touch more of each others' fur and flesh. She touches my soft rump, softly squeezing my firm cheeks. My hands quest downwards to her loins, pushing down her shorts. Her panties still on her.
Gently, she eases down my own shorts, dragging my panties along. The scent of my wet dew ferments the air. She inhales deeply as her own moistness wets the covering upon her petals. A small card calender fell out of my pocket as I step out of my shorts and panties. Today's date highlighted red along with the days after it. Special days for a woman to have every month after her periods has passed. Every 27 to 28 days days, the end of the second week is extremely special to a girl.
I whimper as her touch splits open my soft petals to the insides of my quivering flower. A finger dips inside to the first knuckle and make soft circles within me. My slickness wets her fingertip and she pulls out. It is thin and clear as egg white. I see her suckle it and smile at me before the very same finger descend to her own panty covered loins. I hear the lewd slick sounds of her rubbing the warm soft folds between her shapely thighs.
Making sure her own dew is slathered thickly before bringing it to my muzzle. We both blush as I suckle her fingertip. Tasting her. My eyes widen. Her blush deepens. I tasted myself before this morning and the texture is the same as mine today of all days.
Yes. She nods yes to my silent question. Both of us are having that special week on our calendars together. What a lovely occasion. Two best friends, us. We are going to share this special time together with a boy we we are going to confess our love to. This one lucky man.
I lift up my arms to pull off my shirt. The shower stops running. My arms trap upraised within the sleeves of my sweat soaked shirt. Our scents fill the locker. The scents of two needy girls. Needing a boy. We both look through the gaps and see him walking out of the showers. I gasps. A hand slides betwixt my breasts to quietly shush me. My friend's eyes too, are on the object I am staring at.
His erect manhood. Bobbing up and down as with every step he takes. Long, thick... male...
Penile flesh of a man as young as us. His pride. I whimper again silently. Her fingers pressing on my lips. Two best friends with moist loins. Warm, pulsing eager orifices waiting to be filled by more than the tube of meat he has between his strong thighs. An empty feeling deep inside of us brought out strongly at the end of the second week of our special calender. Knowing it could be only filled by this boy we both secretly like but afraid to tell. His sack is large and plump with its' heavy contents, safe within those two lime sized balls. My friend licks her lips. I swallow hard at the sight of his soft furred sack. Wondering about the amount it would pump out inside of us. Filling our warm empty loins. Our hearts beating fast as one.
Silently, she shush me as she looks at me in the eyes. She crouches down in the small space and fumbles around with her shorts. I hear the soft crackling of a plastic foil on a small boxy package as she took it out of her pockets. Standing up we both look at it.
A condom pack. Several aluminum pieces inside. Guaranteed for long carnal pleasures. Enough for the one hour we wish to spend with this boy we have a crush on. Both of us looking at it. New and shiny. Off the self this morning from a pharmacy.
Looking out the gaps again, I see him shuffling about with the towel. Drying himself. His nose sniffling hard. Both of us knowing, he is involuntary inhaling our scents. My bunny friend keeps looking at the shiny condom pack. My arms still trap within the sleeves of my shirt. I look down at her and her green eyes look into mine.
We both swallow hard and look at the condoms again, sweating heavily under our fur. Is this the way we are going to do it together? Sharing this first special time with a man rather than just the two of us in our bedrooms?
Is this how we should celebrate our monthly time for first time with a boy we like? Soon to become more than love itself as we share him together?
Her index finger's claw come out. Silently slitting the plastic wrapping. It falls to the floor and she opens the package. Six condoms in aluminum foils roll out. Dropping the empty pack on her shorts, I see her putting her sharp claw tip on the center of a condom foil.
I gasps silently as she pokes it purposefully and tears it open. The rubber within tearing apart softly, quietly. Each condom she does the same until they are nothing more but useless latex rubbers with a large hole in them.
Looking up at me, I nod my head at her. She reaches to cup my cheeks and kisses me. I part my lips and suckle in her lovely tongue as hungrily kiss back with loving need from my childhood friend and lover. Love. Love is strong. Our hearts, body and mind are as one.
It is a stupid thing to do. Foolish. Dumb. Crazy. The high risk even. But we are in love. With each other and the boy outside our locker. Madly in love to do this right.
If we want to share him properly together, than we should do it the way it should be done. As a girl with a boy. Soon, feeling him deep inside of us as we ride him to completion. Let him do as he will inside of us. Fill us up properly not only with his strong male penile flesh, but also with the contents of his heavy plump balls. Thick heavy helpings and globs of his slimy creamy white paste from his large soft sack, full of life. Slopping messily inside us to fill the empty recesses of our warm heated loins. Leaving his gentle touches clinging thickly and feeling it slathered in a sticky gooey manner deep inside of us for us to remember him by when we sleep tonight till we wake up tomorrow morning. Waking up to feel his sloppy slimy mess dribbling out and giving the petals of our seed soaked flower a nice coating of wet sticky male musk.
Since we willingly destroy the contents of the package, we are not using any rubber. Since we are having periods and not having it suppressed, it means we are not on any form of pills. Since we are not going to let him release outside of the safe warm confines of our moist flower, it means we are not going to let any of the many generous offerings of his slimy gooey white paste from his plump seed filled orbs go to waste. The soft petals of our sex will kiss his penile sheath firmly as we take him deeply by not having him pulling out at the last moments of his ecstatic orgasmic bliss.
No rubber, no pills, no pulling out.
It is how it should be. The way we should love him together. All of us together. Me, my best friend and the boy we have a crush on will love each other this way from the moment we go out of this locker and give him all the bliss he would ever dream of. Gentle touches of love on the outsides of his flesh and his gentle caresses of love within the folds of the insides of our eager moist suckling and pulsing flower. Wet with honey, inner flesh slick with feminine dew.
Now and forever. We are young. All three of us a year before turning 20. Our bodies at the peak of its' prime. The risks. The future ahead we must look to if we do this.
But our hearts of hearts would not be denied no longer.
Two young childhood friends with a silent love to boy outside their locker in which they know and befriend with since entering their freshmen years. It could no longer be held back.
Love. Now or never. Forever and ever. Through the gates we go.
I toss my shirt on the floor and grab her hands and look out the gaps again. His back is turned to us. We share a kiss together and as one, we push the metal locker door open to the man who is our friend, turned out to be the desire of our hearts. The strong young male who would share our love with. Our bodies with. Our wombs with.
End
Reference Information. Not for the faint hearted
http://4gifs.com/gallery/v/Images/Horrors/Cervix_Menstrual_Cycle.jpg.html (Menstrual 27- 28 day pictorial) (WARNING)
http://www.towleroad.com/2008/06/human-ovulation.html (Photos of ovulation) (WARNING)
http://www.fertilityfriend.com/Faqs/Ovulation.html (Ovulation Chart) (SAFE)
http://bebebliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/ttc-bbt-ovulation.html (Additional assumptions and explanations to Ovulation chart) (SAFE)