“Will we don’t have time to do this!” Brook yelled, as Will insisted on having sex.

“We have thirty minutes, Brook. We’ve done it in less time than that!”

“Look. Maria had to go out for groceries, Maggie will be here in thirty minutes, I mean, really want to, since our last time was so ruddily interrupted, but we just don’t have time. Also look at our track record, we seem to get busted a lot.”

“Come on, Brook. Please? What about just a hand job?” Will asked, desperate for any kind of sexual release.

“Look. I want to, I seriously do. But I’m tired, and we’re expecting company at any minute, so how about this. You masturbate half way, and I’ll finish it, alright?”

“Come on, Brook! You-”

“Will, do it, stand up and give me a show”

“Aw, come one, Brook-”

“Now!”

Blushing, Will stood up and dropped his shorts and sliders. Expecting to have sex, Will was already hard, and his dic was already leaking pre cum. Brook looked on in lust as she reclined in the couch. Will felt a strange pulse in him as he watched her stare at him.

“Will you at least touch it?” Will asked, trying to act as helpless as possible.

“You know, before we moved in together, you would ‘touch it’, all the time. Come on, Will. I want to see some strokin!” Brook spoke back matter-of-factually.

“She has such a condescending stare”, Will thought, but that’s what turned him on, as he noticed Brook glaring at him with a sense of superiority. Grabbing his dick by the base of the shaft, Will stroked up and over his head. He quivered as he finally passed the head of his dick, It seemed like it had been a while since Brook had made him masturbate, but nevertheless, he was enjoying it. As he stroked his 6” dick, Brook felt her hormones overtake her. She hadn’t gotten off in what seemed like eternity, and with their last attempt at sex ruin by intrusion, she was horny as ever.

“It’s been like ten minutes, Will. You getting any closer.”

“Uhhh…yeah…ah…I am…” Will moaned back, he was truly enjoying preforming for his girlfriend.

“Well your starting to turn red in the face, and your sweating. I think it’s my turn. Now come over and lay down on the couch.” Brook ordered, putting her hand on the spot she wanted Will to lay down.

Putting his head on the arm rest, Will’s butt sat directly on Brook’s lap, as she sat on the middle of the couch, his now pre-cum leaking dick sticking up in front of her. She grabbed the top part of the shaft, directly under the head, and began to stroke the dick up and down, only going up and over the gland of the head on every third or fourth stroke.

“Ahhh…uhh…Brook..” He moaned in pleasure.

“Are you getting close?”

“Yeah…uh…I am…uh..”

“Good”, Brook responded, adding a few twirling motions to her stroking.

“Ahhh…yeah…uhhh..ahhh…oh!” Will Moaned as he felt the magical feeling began to appear in the base of his cock. It shot up quickly, bursting at the top in a fountain of cum, as Will clenched his ass cheeks together to make the orgasm even more intense. The cum shot up and landed on his red t-shirt before trickling down over Brook’s hand and resting in his growing pubic bush.

“That feel good?” Brook asked in as sexy a voice as she could.

“Yeah…it did..” Will replied between breaths.

“You know, Will. I think we should have sex again soon. I mean-this might sound strange-but I really need to get off.”

“Alright!” Will said excitedly, “When do you want to do it?”

“Soon, but before that, could you do something?”

“What?” Will asked, he didn’t want anything ruining his chance at sex.

“Can you just shave off these pubes? They just are growing to rapidly and they feel weird when we do it”

“Brook! I can’t do that! What would the guys say in the locker room if I showed up with-”

“Look, Will. I want sex, and I know you want sex. If you don’t shave them, then I will. Besides, you shouldn’t worry about what those ‘other guys’ think so much.”

Will blushed. He did not want to shave off his pubes. They were a status symbol of manliness, and of all the guys in his grade, Will was one of the hairiest in the pubic region.

“Brook…we can talk about it later. I’m gonna change shirts, I’ll be back in a minute”, Will said defeatedly, he knew Brook would get her way eventually, she always did.



Saturday morning was not as good for Pierce. Haley may have been coming over that one, but Pierce was finally breaking from the sexual tension. Unable to even have an erection properly had taken a lot out of Pierce, he was dying to have an orgasm, and even attempted to jack off using the chastity device, but found it’s tightness to be to painful. Now sitting naked on his bed, he played with his trapped dick, breathing heavily and pouting from his frustration.

“I want to cum so bad!” He thought to himself, “Why! Why did it have to happen to me! This thing is killing me!”

The only thing that gave Pierce even a hope of shred, was that Haley knew about him and Will’s situation, and had agreed to help find a way out of it. But deep down Pierce knew she wouldn’t be to much help. Haley was to innocent, to pure. She couldn’t go against a cunning weasel like Amy Lewis.

“I hate her!” Pierce thought out loud as he was reminded of his teacher.

Pierce thought about what she had made him do. He felt sick to his stomach just thinking about giving Will head. He was comfortable around Will, and the two had talked about how much they had hated it, but to Pierce it meant so much more. Will was his best friend, and forcing two people that close to one another to do something like that was just disgusting.

“I hate this stupid thing…I hate Ms. Lewis…I just want to cum!” Pierce yelled to himself, throwing his pillow across the room.



Brook was still in the living room while Will had gone upstairs to change. She had reclined on the couch again and had opened The Cather in the Rye, a book she had to read for school. As she read the novel, she heard her cell phone go off. Walking over to the kitchen counter were she had felt it, she picked up the phone and answered.

“Hello?”

“Brook!” Lynn yelled from the other side, “They-they- have pictures…”

“What do you mean?”

“Of me! They have pictures of me! I’m almost naked and I’m making-out with some random girl from the party! What do I do, Brook!”

“Well, Lynn do you remember doing any of that?” Brook said, reminded of the craziness of that night.

“No, not really, I-I-I….” The only thing Lynn could remember was making-out with that girl, she could only remember what if felt like, and how it felt so different that a boy. Lynn thought about how it had ‘turned her on’.

“Lynn? Lynn? You still there?”

“I’m sorry, Brook. I just lost my train of thought. Here, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“That’s fine, Lynn.