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There he was.

Daemon Knight, Poster boy for the gamers, Sporty, Funny, Competitive. And also one of the few boys who can pull off that childish attitude without coming off as stupid or obnoxious...well he was obnoxious...but in a good way I guess. He wasn't what the media would call the dreamiest guy off all time, which is a good thing since all of those 'Mr. Grey' looking guys look so fake and definitely lacking in the personality (And package) department. He was tall and kinda thin but with his semi-serious commitment to some sports every now and then, he has been kept from looking like a pale skeleton or pudgy bowling ball. Oh no. He had a realistic amount of muscle and a beautifully tanned body, thanks in part to a distant latin ancestor. He grew his hair out sort of long, like a lot of those surfer boys you see in the movies. Short enough to save him from being mistaken for a girl while long enough that when the wind blows through his bangs...You just wanna run your fingers through it.

I suppose I should explain this before I get too excited.

My name is Christina Dendinger, poster girl for the female geeks. I spend most of my free time, reading...ahem...romance...-ish...books, playing various games on my computer, eating food, cuddling with my giant ass panda teddy bear, and...sleeping I guess...Not really all that interesting really. Im short, only just five feet tall and my love of sweets has given me a tummy, not that I am ashamed like the media thinks I should be. I have take the 'Hourglass Figure' to a whole new level. My tummy is just one part of me that plenty of boys have over looked to get at my round ass and more-than-a-handful rack. Sure I have had a few boyfriends, had some sexual encounters, and I have had my fair share of heartbreaks, but that is the way the world is. I have learned what I like and who I like and, as you have no doubt guessed, Both who and what I like can be found inside Daemon Knight.

We have been the best of friends for years, almost every single memory I have, Daemon was somewhere in my life. Like the brother I never had, He saw me through thick and thin and I have returned the favor more than a few times. When I was upset and just wanted to cuddle Mr. Teddykins, He'd barge into my room heft my fat ass onto his shoulder and carry me out of the door...not at all stopping to ask if I wanted to greet the world in just my shirt and panties. And When he was feeling upset and just wanted to mope around, You guessed it, I'd barge in and...well...Attempt to drag his cute ass out of his room. I have yet to succeed but my attempts apparently cheered him up enough to stand on his own and face the big mean world with me.

Im not the biggest party animal in the world, so it usually takes some convincing before I agree to go to a beach party where a bunch of other drunken students dance around and dry hump eachother around a big bon fire while a DJ plays maybe one or two songs that I like. Daemon explained to me that he was going and he was going to be swimming as well. So here was my thought process: Daemon, wearing swimming trunks, water glistening off of his tan skin, sun shining behind him, and wet and clingy trunks outlining just about every detail he had underneath..."Yeah I might as well show up just to make sure you have a ride home..."

Hey, Don't judge me. I know I should confess it all right then and there, or maybe several years before all of that. But just sit back and wait a minute, suffer through my twisted little mind a bit more and we'll get to that part.

So here I was, Wearing my favorite one piece, fabric clinging to my ass and lower lips and making me more than a little self conscious. I have fought the urge to readjust my self for comfort's sake just because Daemon mentioned that he liked it when girls had wedgies with their bottoms. Typical male, 'Don't care about how comfortable it is just as long as I like it.' Good God it feels so...Ugh. Oh well, I just gotta tough it out a bit. If all goes well, I can just take the damn swimsuit off anyways.

Right now Daemon was talking with some of the guys, about their favorite games or porn videos. Personally the mine was Sims and just about anything tagged 'Public' and 'Beach'. Which also added to art of my discomfort, My anxiety for what I had planned added by the thrill that if things go as planned, we might get caught. Geez my crotch feels like it is on fire and me getting wet only makes the fabric cling a little more.

Daemon I swear if you don't take my swimsuit off tonight Im just gonna rape you in your sleep...Or maybe not.

He was sitting down in a folding camp chair and he was calling me over. The sun was setting and the cold night air was not too far away. I had been oogling him all day and I had hoped he was oogling me back. So I figured, let the game begin!

He called me over and I happily abliged, even going so far to set my bum right on his cold and damp lap, making him snuggle with me and his towel. He included me in his little 'guy chat' which wasn't out of the ordinary but it did allow me to set my little scheme in motion. I felt his bare chest against my shoulder but I was not satisfied so I grabbed his arm from behind my back and brought it forward to my front. At first he seemed almost confused, like he had crossed a line that he thought wasn't there, but thankfully, realization returned to his features and his childish and dreamy smile returned as I wrapped my arms around his and nuzzled my cheek against his shoulder.

Now his had had only one place to go and that was my thigh, but with some cleverness on my part, his hand could only go comfortably to my inner thigh, just three inches away from my moist and burning sex. My nipples had stiffened from the cold before but now they were rock hard and undoubtedly poking at his arm that was smushed somewhat to my breast. He looked down at me with a smile but I could feel his arm stiffen, as well as something else, grow hard beneath me. He tried to squirm and I thanked my fat ass that he was unsuccessful in readjusting himself. I had him right where I wanted him. He was good at hiding it, but there was only so much he could do. I could almost hear his inner monologue, willing his erection to go down so as not to cause anything embarrassing between us, as well as willing his hand to not move any farther up my thighs. He smiled at me, confident that I was ignorant of what was happening.

I squirmed a little, making sure to rub my butt up and down the bulge I felt. God I was so mean to him. When I got settled, I squeezed his arm tighter, disguising my movements as innocent snuggling, while his fingers moved ever so slowly up my thighs. I had to almost stifle a moan as his finger reached my crotch. He must have felt the subtle shift as my legs slowly parted to allow him access, he gave me a look that was so desperately scanning my face.

Thank God for acting lessons.

When it was appropriate I spoke up and joined in the conversation, as did Daemon so as to tell me that nothing was wrong. He was still unsure if this was all just one accident after another or if this was all the designed of my twisted and perverted mind. So clueless, so adorably clueless. I could feel it in his heartbeat, hear it in his voice, see it in his face. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him, and he wasn't going to do a damn thing unless I gave him permission or if I called it quits.

Good God I was on fire and he was only adding to it. And I was only torturing him by acting so innocently and yet so naughty.

Finally, when it seemed like he was completely hard and I could feel his length pulse and throb underneath me, I let him have it. Under the cover of the towel, my hand that was nestled between his arm and his side slowly and teasingly traced a line down his side and over his stomach. And the best part? He was in the middle of speaking. God it took every ounce of willpower not to burst out laughing and blow the whole thing.

He was literally like "Yeah the game mechanics are pretty Nnnnngh!" and for a few glorious seconds he was staring off into deep space, and here my finger was, tracing around his belly button and moving toward the seem of his trunks. Finally he let out a few of the fakest coughs you have ever heard and he rambled out some bullshit excuse before his friends continued talking without him. He still didn't look at me and tried to act like nothing was going on as my finger slipped underneath his trunks and slowly searched for the base of his cock. I sear he throbbed so hard then that I would have flung over his head if it wasn't for my weight holding him down.

"Well! I think Im going to go use the ladies room." I said suddenly, yanking my hand back and standing up, letting him quickly hide his boner while I walked away, giving him a quick wink before I walked away from the party and the bon fire and over to a large set of big rocks, where I had set my towel down ahead of time, claiming that spot so there would be no one else sneaking over there to have some fun.

It was then that I felt it, His eyes watching me walk away from him, roaming over my big ass (which I happily gave a bit of a sway as I walked) The hunger I felt from his stare made goosebumps rise all over my skin. God I have wanted this for too long, and now that I was about to get it. Mmmm I could barely wait for him to hurry his cute ass over here.

And hurry he did as he mumbled something about also having to use the restroom, before I heard his footsteps in the sand herald his advance on my little hiding spot. He crouched down and he began to whisper something about me being sure if I wanted this and yadda yadda yadda. I shut him up with a good long kiss, which sent electricity up and down my spine, put fire in my veins and made my cheeks burn red. When the need for air overruled the need to keep kissing, I broke the kiss, but not before I bit his bottom lip. I let him go and licked my lips and whispered into his ear "Shush, they'll hear us." while my hands went to work on removing his trunks.

He got the message. He kissed me back again and began to fumble around, trying to let me out of this damn swimsuit of mine which was a relief in and of itself. When we were both in our birthday suits I broke our kiss and took a good look at what my hands were holding. I know most stories would have some guy be super rich, super smart, have a british accent, and be well endowed, and I know that that is ofcourse, bull shit. But what Daemon lacked in the accent, riches, and intelligence, He made up for in endowment. I licked my lips, gave him a good long stare into his eyes and I scooched my way down until my breath was what kept his dick warm. A bit of that clear pre-cum had oozed out and was slicking up one of my thumbs and my hands almost instinctively squeezed and rubbed the underside of his cock with the slickness that he alone was producing.

It was so close, I had to taste it. With one last look into his eyes, I looked down and leaned in close for a slow and purposeful lick, Catching as much pre as I could on my tongue, tasting the saltiness of it sent a shiver up my back. He fought back a groan and looked to see if anyone was looking for us. Good. He could play look out while I did my naughty work.

I licked and kissed up and down his length, I squeezed and rubbed and pulled. He was mine, all mine and I got to finally play with him. No more would he have to be mistreated by some bimbo who didn't appreciate him. No more would I be mistreated by some asshole who didn't appreciate me. We wouldn't have to be eachother's shoulders to cry on. He was mine and I was his.

I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I dove down on him, taking in as much as I could and squeezing and rubbing what ever I couldn't. Daemon half-moaned and tried his best to be quiet but he was failing. I wanted to suck him dry and taste his white hot jizz in my mouth and swallow it all down but I had to pull back when I felt he was close. I had to keep him from reaching that point too fast. When he looked at me with want and lust in his eyes, I smiled at him and sat beside him, spreading my legs and rubbing my mound with my own look of lust and desire. He was a fast learner and rolled over in front of me, grabbing my legs and lifting me up to his waiting mouth. Now it was my turn to be quiet and play look out. God now I felt bad for him, it was so damn difficult to watch the others just in case we had an audience while keeping my volume down. Jesus, Why did I have to be a squealer?

It was actually a blessing in disguise, both of us having lovers in the past. I knew what to do and so did Daemon. He took my volume as a sign that I liked something and like the cruel bastard he was, he kept doing it to see how loud I could get. His tongue ran over all of my favorite spots and it moved in just the right way I liked. I just knew we were bound to get caught, and it sent a thrill of both excitement and fear. It was intoxicating what we were doing. So Wrong and yet so right.

Way better than that crap in those romance books, damn fanfictions didn't have nothing on this.

I had to push his face away and he smiled evilly. He knew he did a good job and it wasn't hard to see that it stroked his ego while my muffled moans kept his dick rock hard. We took one last look at the rest of the party and made sure no one was aware of our doings before I laid myself back and he crawled over me, like a lion over his prey. God and that hungry smile and gleam in his eyes. I wrapped my legs around him first, urging him to push inside while my hands rubbed over his chest and his and his sides. He leaned down and nuzzled my cheek before he licked my ear, sending a particularily powerful bolt of electricity through me and I stifled another moan. "Hey! S-stop that...I-I don't like it" I lied. Turnabout was NOT fair play. He was getting revenge on me for teasing him before and it was not fun...Okay maybe it was a -Little- fun but he didn't need to know that.

Daemon leaned back and grinned at me again "If you don't like then why are you moaning? And I can see your goosebumps, You cant say that you don't like it when I-"

"Just shut up and fuck me before we get caught!" I whispered urgently. I was not about to let him rub his little victory in my face anymore. I wanted him and I wanted him in me right now.

Next time I do this -I- am going to be on top...

Daemon smiled one last time and used one of his hands to hold himself up while the other fondled my breast and tweaked my nipple before he slid his hand down my side, over my hip, and down to my ass which he grabbed and pushed up, making me squeeze my legs tighter and securing them above his waist, which spread my lower lips wide open for the warm flesh that was soon to poke and rub at my entrance. For what seemed like sweet agony, he rubbed against me, smearing my juices around his tip and lubricating his entry before I finally felt him push inside. For a moment I had to bite my finger to keep from squealing and announcing to the rest of the party-goers of our naughty deeds.

He was considerate and moved very slowly, taking me squeezing him as a sign to go deeper. When I at last felt his balls press up against me, He moved back and forth, slowly at first, but soon picking up speed. God he was so much better at this than my ex boyfriends, and I almost felt sorry for all of his ex girlfriends...Almost.

God it was a blur now, He had to keep reminding me to keep quiet and I had to keep myself from clawing at his back, Im sure I would have drew blood with my nails. I reached down and grabbed his butt and gave it a good squeeze, an act that he repayed by groping my own ass, even going so far as to press a slick fingertip against my butthole. Now while I didn't like anal play, I was not at all against poking and prodding and rubbing back there. Damn Daemon knew how to hit all my buttons simply by guessing and trying things out.

I was lost to it all. The world faded away, the sky, sea, and the earth beneath us just melted into barely registered colours as my orgasm came upon me. Clenching my inner muscles down on his member, I almost told him to stop moving. He hadn't finished yet and I was actually enjoying his attempts to make my climax all the sweeter. His work bore fruit as I lost count of my minor orgasms that wracked my body after that. When I finally calmed down, I raised my self up to his ear and began moaning, Some of it was exaggerated, but his body liked hearing me praise it's hard work. He was still going and the sweat was glistening off of his back in the moonlight. It would have been beautiful if I didn't feel so bad for finishing so fast. I knew he still needed something, that one last thing to send him over the edge. So I quickly whispered "I want you to cum in my mouth" Mostly to give his mind that one last thing and partly because I didn't get to do it when I was sucking on him before.

It worked too.

In just a few minutes after I moaned out my request, his own moans intensified before he pulled out and leaned back. I scrambled for his hips and my mouth found his tip just as he let out a long groan. His cock kicked and throbbed in my mouth as he came, painting the inside of my mouth with his thick and salty cum. It was my favorite part of sex. Seeing Daemon's face as he came in my mouth. I didn't care much for the texture, and the flavor wasn't something I would crave, but it felt good knowing that it was me that did this, That I gave Daemon this glorious orgasm. The first of many as it would seem.

Now here is where it all came crashing down...

I swallowed my mouthful of Daemon and figured that it was okay to savor the moment and continue sucking him off with my eyes closed and moaning. When I opened them, Daemon was pale and he was looking at something behind me. I released Daemon from my mouth and turned around only to see Taylor, one of my other best friends and practically my adopted sister, holding a video camera with a big goofy grin on her face as she said "Say Cheese, Lovebirds!".

To this day she threatens to post the video on the internet if I don't keep reminding her that she is the best friend I have ever had...