Sought after (Closed)

[DeepBlue89]

Ugh, again? God, I hated that music and in particular, that Usher. Or was it Kanye West again? Good grief, I was so out of loop over what was popular and what wasn't anymore.

I'm Ellie West - an eighteen year old high school senior. I was an odd woman, at least according to my sister; unlike most of my peers, who were gossiping and planning for the prom (which was about two weeks away) I was studying for our finals.

My sister and I don't get along very much. Karen, the twenty-one year old cheerleader, attends the nearby college and leads the cheerleader squad everyday. It must be troubling for her, to see her younger sister indulging herself in her studies but hey, I didn't want to be like her.

It wasn't that I didn't have the body - the few guys who have approached me before complimented me of my physique (though most pretty much drooled all over me). I just didn't want to be like her and I definitely didn't want to hang around those apes that Karen called her friends. I wanted to get crazy high SAT scores, go to an ivy league school and become a CEO of some fortune 500 company. Someday, anyway.

I was a bit annoyed of the fact that my sister was taking advantage of the fact that our parents were away for the weekend. I was mostly annoyed from the fact that I was practically caged in here, going over my notes over and over again. It was my house too damn it - so why did I have to stay in here like some sort of animal?

I figured that I should venture outside, at least for a glass of water. I suppose that I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't need my sister's permission to go to her stupid party; even if it was for just a second. With great caution (as if I was afraid of being caught) I opened my door and headed downstairs. So far so good, I guess.

 

[Bevatoria]

"You sure this is the place?" I asked, more out of reflex and the need to hear my own voice once every five minutes or so. It was me and about three of my pals, striding towards a still unfamiliar house.

Yavier nodded at me. "Yeah, this is where he said it'd be." It wasn't that the overabundance of cars on the street and the music coming from inside weren't dead giveaways as well, and we were crashing the party anyways so I guess it didn't technically matter if we crashed the wrong party. I and my boys had certain aims in mind at this party, however, so in this case I wanted to make sure we had it all right. Someone from our rival's school had tipped us off to this party, which was to be a pregame celebration before their school thumped ours at a football game.

I'd be there, too, if I wasn't suspended. Damn low grades and backstabbing professors...she said she'd pass me if I handed her in a good essay. She never specified that I had to write it.

My name's Ian Baker. I'd been an up and coming safety on our school's team before I got placed on academic probation, and while giving out fist bumps, high fives, and trying to spot tendencies in the opposing team's offense (hard to do when I wasn't playing!) did some for the team, I wanted to do more for them.

And tonight, I intended to indulge a rather unorthodox way of doing that. Of putting down the other team's spirit. Someone at the door nervously let me in, not recognizing me, although I smiled at him.

"Looking forward to the game!" I high-fived him, and a few whoops and cheers sounded around me. Just like sheep.

They'd never see this coming. Now to find the hostess...

 

[DeepBlue89]

I made my way downstairs, having to ease my way through several people all bundled up as they drank. No problem, I guess. It was the way that they looked at me that bothered me.

I guess because I wasn't dressed in the team colors? I was, after all, wearing this white tank top and pair of denim shorts (turned out that I had outgrown it a tad. They went well above my knees). For my feet, I wasn't wearing anything but these sandals that I put on moments before I left the door. As I walked through the crowds and into the kitched, I cursed myself for not having a more supportive bra. I felt that my breasts bounced around and it was quite uncomfortable and I could only pray that no one else noticed.

I took out of the fridge a bottle of water and was on my way upstairs until I heard some cheers and a "Looking forward to the game!"

Bunch of sheep.

I opened the bottle and drank about half of the contents down. Well, I suppose nothing more to do here...

 

[Bevatoria]

I looked around, still spotting some suspicious looks. I needed to get in good with someone, and fast, even with my 'posse' nearby. We could go all night watching the hotties strut around, and my eyes caught the one I was looking for in the kitchen. Or at least, that's what I thought until I saw her face. Her hair was right, and she was a bit shorter then I'd thought....and then it occurred to me why she was a little 'off' from who I was looking for.

She wasn't the head cheerleader. She was her sister. The younger sister. I looked around before eying her again; I knew that the other school's head cheerleader had a killer body, but somehow her sister looked even hotter. Something about her innocence, the way she carried herself...and her complete and total apathy for the party and what was going on around her as she shrugged down her drink, turned a light on in my head. I'd wanted to just make a scene here, diminish their spirits but seeing this temptuous vixen strut around so offhandedly, in shorts that she'd outgrown and a threadbare tank top...the objective didn't change for me.

The means to do so, did. Seeing her look around distractedly, I walked over to her, leaning in close to 'make myself heard' as I tried to put on a winning smile.

"Nice party." I started. "Since you came down, anyways." Without extending a hand, I met her eyes, grateful I was so much taller then her since meeting her eyes meant I could stare at her...

"I'm Ian."

 

[DeepBlue89]

I stood for a moment, letting the whole atmosphere sink in. I couldn't see, for the life of me, why anyone would enjoy something like this. People were binge drinking, smelled terrible, looked almost as bad and were incredibly loud. A bunch of apes, if I had ever seen one. The thought that maybe standing around like I was being a bad idea didn't occur to me immediately - until I thought that I spotted my sister, that is. I was just about to leave, until I felt someone rather close to me.

"Nice party. Since you came down, anyways."
I turned around to see a tall figure over me. He looked a bit rugged, and pretty handsome, if I had to say so myself. Still, I imagined that he was just like everyone else here. I didn't really need that sort of company.

"I'm Ian."
"I'm Ellie." I replied simply, with a fake smile on my face. "Sorry for getting in your way, I'm going to head on out now."

 

[Bevatoria]

"I'm Ellie." she replied, smiling at me in the blank, not-quite-meeting their eyes way that cashiers seemed to. "Sorry for getting in your way, I'm going to head on out now."

"You're fine right here, I think." Okay, I was clearly overdoing the corniness here but I was trying to get a real smile out of her. "Why not stay for a while? This not your scene?" I had to get her talking about something, anything, find out something about her aside from the fact that she was the hostess's sister, which I don't think I was supposed to be able to guess right off the bat.

I nodded; in a way, I agreed with her even if she didn't know it. "What if I told you I wasn't from the same school everyone else here was? I'm just a...friend of a friend." That was probably not a lie although I'd be stretched to explain the truth in it. Thinking quickly, I continued as I leaned against the counter, blocking her slightly even if it would be easy enough to get around me. "Truth be told, I don't want their college to win the game..." A truth while concealing a lie. I tried to keep from winking at my boys, who were watching the scene unfold, stealing glances at her less obviously then I was as I observed every little movement of her body. Even with the size of her tits she was probably just over half my weight. "So this isn't really my scene, either." My eyes locked onto hers. "Certain people here are...exceptions, though."

 

[DeepBlue89]

"You're fine right here, I think."

My god, what was that? That had to be the corniest thing that I've ever heard. Hence the light chuckle that escaped from my mouth. I sure hoped that it was intentional as a joke.

"Why not stay for a while? This not your scene?"
I shook my head and answered "No, but is it that obvious? I'm not into all of...this."

Then it turned out that he wasn't exactly into all of this, like me in a way. Although, something about this reveal felt off - he gave me that look that showed that he was hiding something. I don't know, it's stupid...I just had a sense over these things. I told myself (obvious not outloud) that it was all in my head and gave him the benefit of the doubt.

I crossed my legs as I leaned against the counter, feeling bit insecure over how short my shorts were. Hopefully, we'd stay right here - otherwise he'd probably notice how the fabric just barely covered the bottom of each cheek. I just wore this to be comfortable, just I was getting looks from those guys at the corner..

"So this isn't really my scene, either. Certain people here are...exceptions, though."

"Really?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. I had to look up to give eye-contact. "Okay then, sure. I guess that I can hang around with you for a while."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Great." I responded, my boys practically staring holes into her shorts as I did the same to her tank top when she wasn't looking at me. "So, did a friend invite you here, or...." I asked curiously, feigning ignorance of the fact that she lived here. Her attire made that obvious (being casual sexy, and not dress-to-impress sexy), but maybe she wouldn't take me too seriously if I played the role of a dumb jock. Which I was, if I'd ever bothered to think about it.

"Cool. I like younger women." An easy smile broke onto my face. "Kidding, kidding. But seriously, are you in your freshman year?" This was an honest question; for all I knew about our rival school and their cheerleading squad, I honestly had no idea how old her sister was. Or even that she had one; only the family resemblance gave me any idea at all that she was related.

Hell, maybe she wasn't.

"Well, if you live here..." I looked around. "...what do yall have to drink around here?" I loomed over her, enjoying another great view into her top as she replied.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"So, did a friend invite you here, or...."

Looking away from the group of guys looking towards me, I faced Ian an answered simply "Invite? I guess that you could say that. My sister invited me to a party thrown in my own house." before laughing and continuing "I'm the hostess' younger sister. Believe it or not."

"Cool. I like younger women."
I chuckled again, right about to answer until I heard him add "Kidding, kidding. But seriously, are you in your freshman year?"

"Senior year in high school. I'm about to enter college." I said, wondering what he'd think of that. "Probably not my sister's college though. I'm aiming at Ivy league schools. I'm thinking Princeton."
"Well, if you live herewhat do yall have to drink around here?"
I pointed at the fridge and said "Probably anything worth drinking is in there. Unless you'd like some of the warm beer that my sister bought?" I added with a bit of a laugh "There's also the wine cabinet, but we probably shouldn't go there."

I noticed his eye contact drift sometimes to my chest, obviously taking advantage of the fact that my tank top gave out ample amount of cleavage. I blushed a bit, turning away and hoping that he wouldn't notice from how close we were.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Probably anything worth drinking is in there. Unless you'd like some of the warm beer that my sister bought?" Her laugh, when genuine, was infectious as she continued. "There's also the wine cabinet, but we probably shouldn't go there." I pondered the choices for a moment; I didn't have any taste for wine but I was waiting to see her reaction (aside from the blush when our arms made contact).

I inclined my head to Javier, holding up two fingers. He knew what that meant in this contest, and I moved closer to her; our legs touching briefly. "I'm sure your parents have something...suitable." I enjoyed my drinking as much as anyone but I wanted my senses on full alert, and hers as well for what I had planned for her.

"So, you're a smartiepants, huh?" Mentally I scolded myself for using such a lame word even as I continued unabated. "You look better then most bookworms...you plan on following in your sister's footsteps? For the cheerleading squad, I mean." Drawing attention her appearance was intentional, even as I made sure not to focus on what she was wearing...or not wearing.

"You can't be totally focused on your studies." I motioned around us. "Everyone here is having a good time - if you wanted to have a good time at a party like this, what would you be doing?" My eyes met hers inquisitively; I was honestly interested in her answer, even if it would matter little for what I had planned. Sometimes, a guy does just want to know what a hot little girl is thinking.

Although I doubt she'd like my answer very much...

 

[DeepBlue89]

My legs instinctively move away from his when they made contact, though not wanting to seem like a total prude, I moved my bare leg back to his. I couldn't help but feel a little trapped, leaning on the counter like I was. He seemed pretty close and I couldn't do anything about it, other than seem rude to a perfectly nice stranger...

"So, you're a smartiepants, huh?"
"Smartiepants?" I said again, arching a brow as I did earlier.

"You look better then most bookworms...you plan on following in your sister's footsteps? For the cheerleading squad, I mean."

I smiled at his compliment, replying "No, not at all. I don't want to be like my sister, honestly. I don't crave attention." I laughed again, adding quickly "Don't tell her that though."

"You can't be totally focused on your studies. Everyone here is having a good time - if you wanted to have a good time at a party like this, what would you be doing?"

Good question.

"I'm not really sure..." I said, scanning around before looking back at him "Honestly, I never really had a good time at a party. I don't really know what to do here."

 

[Bevatoria]

"I'm not really sure..." I watched her eyes nervously go around the party before looking back at me. "Honestly, I never really had a good time at a party. I don't really know what to do here."

It was at about that time that Javier sidled in, holding two glasses of...well, I wasn't entirely sure, but it was clear and had a lot of ice. I shrugged at him, wondering how he'd managed that before sliding one over to her. "Not a heavy drinker, then?" I clinked my glass to hers, leaning back for a sip before looking at her again. Okay, it definitely wasn't water but it wasn't just soda, either. It tasted pretty good though. "Neither am I, to be honest." It was a half truth; during football season, I didn't drink much and even while suspended I'd kept the habit.

"I'd talk to you all night if you wanted...." I looked away from her briefly for that lie; talking was the last thing I was interested in. "But surely there must be something you enjoy doing other then burying your nose in the books?" Inspiration struck, and I put my glass down after another hearty swig, encircling a strong arm around her torso as I pulled her to me, starting to walk slowly around the house, and the partygoers.

"Let's take a stroll through this...mess of people." My hand freely explored her hip as we started to slowly move together, feeling under her top and shorts 'accidentally' as we moved. "And if you can't find anything you enjoy doing, I'll not only tell you what it is I like doing..." I leaned into whisper to her like we were a couple. "...I'll show you and we can do it together." I didn't bother to ask her if she agreed, since I didn't intend on giving her a choice on whether to accept my proposal.

 

[DeepBlue89]

I wasn't sure where it came from, but soon I found a glass of alcohol (I assumed) being handed over to me. I hated drinking, but I figured that tonight that was an exception. I took a sip from the drink and winced a bit, as the there was something new to me in it. He seemed to take notice.

"Not a heavy drinker, then?"
"The taste is good though." I said, taking another sip and placed it away.

"I'd talk to you all night if you wanted...."
"Really...?" I asked, maintaining eye contact.
"But surely there must be something you enjoy doing other then burying your nose in the books?"

"I guess..." I answered, but was surprised to feel his arm go around my waist and pulled me in a little close. Just what was he doing? From time to time, I felt his hand go beneath my top (just a bit though) and felt my bare skin. His finger tips even touched the beginnings of my white silk panties, underneath my shorts.

"And if you can't find anything you enjoy doing, I'll not only tell you what it is I like doing I'll show you and we can do it together."

I gasped as he whispered this into my ear, holding me closer. I didn't know what to answer, but "Okay...fine. What would you enjoy doing?"

 

[Bevatoria]

I kept my silence (easy enough to do in the noise of the many partygoers) most of who ignored us as we strolled through them, wanting her thoughts to linger as I leaned back into her. "That's a secret, Ellie." The words were whispered with a breath onto her ear, wanting her to wonder why I was behaving so intimately. "One you have to be absolutely certain you want to know about, so let's sure you're not seeing anything you want to do at the party."

Hell, it wasn't like there was much going on. Some people talking, a game of some sort going on at one table...body shots at another..*****bably some pool downstairs, for all I knew, but she knew her house, and I didn't want to take her down there. I wanted her up here, near the hubbub, where everyone would be able to witness me enjoying her company. I had stopped fingering inside her shorts, but I grasped her ass through the thin denim, feeling the bottom of her ass below her bottoms.

"You much of a football fan, Ellie?" I asked absentmindedly. "With your sister on the team, you must see a lot of players around..."

 

[DeepBlue89]

"That's a secret, Ellie."

A shiver ran down my spine as he whispered those words into my ear. His lip seemed to just barely touch my earlobe...his hot breath ticking the surface. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that some part of me enjoyed that. I figured that he wasn't try to hit on me or anything. Maybe it was because of the crowds around us? Yeah, that was probably it...

"One you have to be absolutely certain you want to know about, so let's sure you're not seeing anything you want to do at the party."

"Well...all right." I responded, trying to view what was going on. Nothing that I thought of too interesting; some folks just acting like a bunch of idiots. I didn't know where we were going (which is a bit funny, considering that this was my house) mostly due to the fact that he was holding me as if we were an item. A gasp escaped my lips as he grabbed my ass. I didn't protest, much to my dismay.

"You much of a football fan, Ellie? With your sister on the team, you must see a lot of players around..."

"N...No." I said, trying to gather my composure even with his hand grasping my backside "I'm not a fan of the sport at all."

 

[Bevatoria]

"N...No." Her voice sounded uncertain, of her current situation if not her intent. "I'm not a fan of the sport at all."

I decided to try to act like the intelligent person I clearly wasn't. "I guess that's not that much of a surprise, given how much you must see and hear about your school's football players from your sister." I had no idea if that were the case (even with how much I saw cheerleaders I didn't bother to figure out what they talked to their friends and family about), but I wanted her mind to be elsewhere. I saw that a few people starting to drink a little, shots being done in one corner, and a few couples clearly getting ready to find some privacy, our time had come.

The living room (or the 'entertainment room', I guess) had some room, and my guys had taken the couch. I pulled her over to them, nodding at them.

"Those are my friends, Javier, Brad, and Sean." I went behind her, letting her greet them however she wanted before leaning in closer to her, whispering to her again. "I could show you what I enjoy doing now, if you want....maybe you'll end up liking it." I grinned. At her response, I intertwined my fingers in hers briefly before running my hands up her bare arms to her shoulders.

"I guess I should confess something to you, Ellie...I'm a football player." My hands had made their way to her shoulders, flimsy straps of her tank top and bra staying on them, and I enjoyed their slight movements as she breathed. "I work out all season, because I need to be big, strong...and I have to be able to tackle people. It's a very, very violent sport." She seemed to be getting nervous, and this was just at what I was saying. I hadn't really done anything yet, aside from feeling her up as my hands started to explore over her flimsy tank top.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"I guess that's not that much of a surprise, given how much you must see and hear about your school's football players from your sister."

"Yeah, for sure." I replied, my mind going back to the many days that my sister would invite football players to our place. It always seemed to be a different one, to the point where I began to wonder whether my sister simply dated all of the players. I shook the thought out of my head as we moved more through the crowds, eventually reaching the living room. There, seeveral guys were lying on the couch and judging from how he pulled me towards them, they must have been his friends.

"Those are my friends, Javier, Brad, and Sean."
"Hi..." I greeted them, my voice being a little shaky, given that I felt another whisper behind me.

"I could show you what I enjoy doing now, if you want....maybe you'll end up liking it."

"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt." I responded softly, beginning to wonder just what he had in mind. I was getting a little nervous, as he began to get a little more handsy, so to speak. Especially when his hands went to my bare arms and then to my shoulders.

"I guess I should confess something to you, Ellie...I'm a football player. I work out all season, because I need to be big, strong...and I have to be able to tackle people. It's a very, very violent sport." he then added, adding yet more anxiety to burden me with. Part of me thought about just leaving. I could just...tell him that my sister was calling me or something.

Maybe it wasn't too late? I don't know...

"Oh, really?" I said, trying to remain as calm as possible and not seem nervous "I guess that's alright...I should probably go now though..."

 

[Bevatoria]

"I guess that's alright...I should probably go now though..." she started, although she didn't make any moves to get away from me. I encircled her with my arms, brushing her hair aside as I whispered to her again, enjoying her small body pressed against mine.

"But I haven't gotten to show you what I enjoy doing yet, Ellie." My hands went down her arms again, stopping just below her shorts as I ran them up her body, enjoying her smooth skin and the feel of her tank top running up her stomach slightly as I did. "I have another confession to make...I do have no interest in your school winning the football game, but I do want my team to win the game. The problem is, while I'm on the team, I won't be playing because I'm suspended...so I need to find another way to help."

I let her respond before I pulled her arms behind her back, pinning them there with one arm, the din of the party hiding any obvious cries from her as I continued. "Sure, some guys can inspire the team from the sidelines, but I thought to myself that there must be a better way to do so...to show those uppity rivals that they're no better then we are, to push them down and humiliate them and show them that we get whatever we want." I leaned in to her, enjoying her struggle as I whispered again. "And that we can take whatever we want from them."

 

[DeepBlue89]

"But I haven't gotten to show you what I enjoy doing yet, Ellie."

Okay...Okay, things weren't going great. I was scared, only this time it must have been visible, what with my heavy breathing. He obviously had some sort of agenda in mind, though in the back of my mind, I had hoped that maybe this was just some big practical joke. But with each second that passed, it seemed less and less likely.

I just looked at him in disbelief, feeling his hand on my stomach; no doubt admiring how fit it was.

"I have another confession to make...I do have no interest in your school winning the football game, but I do want my team to win the game. The problem is, while I'm on the team, I won't be playing because I'm suspended...so I need to find another way to help." he spoke with a grin. I didn't reply yet, mainly because I was so baffled. Why would he tell me all of this...

"How do you plan on doing that?" I responded with almost a whimper, geting uncomfortable with all the touching...and the way that his friends were looking at us.

A loud gasp came from my lips, as his hands went to my arms and forcefully pinned them together at my back.

"What the hell are you doing...?"
He avoided the question for now.

"Sure, some guys can inspire the team from the sidelines, but I thought to myself that there must be a better way to do so...to show those uppity rivals that they're no better then we are, to push them down and humiliate them and show them that we get whatever we want. And that we can take whatever we want from them."

I struggled against his grip. Oh my God, how I struggled. But it didn't seem to be of any use - if there was one thing that he didn't lie about, it was probably that he was a football player. "Okay, joke's over. You can let me go now!" I said, still trying my best.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Okay, joke's over. You can let me go now!" She squirmed in my grasp but my hand tightened my grip on her arm; illustrating that I had no interest in letting her go.

"This is no joke." My voice got deeper, and even with the smirk on my face it was clear I was getting more serious. "You, little girl, are an unfortunate victim of circumstance. We...." I stopped to let her get the idea. "...came here with the idea of humiliating the head cheerleader in her own house. But the moment I saw you..." My free hand went under the middle of her tank top, exposing her stomach to the guys. "...a sexier, younger, bustier, more unobtainable version of her big sister..." I squeezed a breast as I said 'bustier' through her layers of clothing. "...I knew it would be you we made an example of."

Still pinning he arms, I yanked her hair back so her face was near mine. "But do keep fighting. I do so enjoy it when they struggle." I crushed my lips against hers from the side, raping her mouth with my tongue as my free hand slapped her ass, enjoying her yelp against my mouth before my fingers deftly went for the button on her shorts.

Although I 'accidentally' popped it off instead of just undoing it. Oops.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"This is no joke."
That smirk of his got even more sinister. Oh god, what was he going to do...
"You, little girl, are an unfortunate victim of circumstance. We...."Oh no, wait...I never saw him before, could he have...
"...came here with the idea of humiliating the head cheerleader in her own house. But the moment I saw you..."

"Stop it! What are you doing?" I protested loudly as he pulled my tank top up a bit, exposing more skin directly to his friends.

"...a sexier, younger, bustier, more unobtainable version of her big sister..." he said, his hand now squeezing a breast through the fabric of my top. I seemed to feel everything...or at least I thought that I did. I struggled more and more, though that only seemed to make him squeeze harder.

"...I knew it would be you we made an example of."
"Ah!" I cried, as he yanked on my long hair until my face was next to his. I just stared at him, my eyes seeming like a deer caught by an incoming car's headlights.

"But do keep fighting. I do so enjoy it when they struggle."
His lips crushed against mine, as I continued to squirm against his grasp. His tongue wanted to intrude my mouth, poking at my lips but I held my mouth shut. That is, until he slapped my ass. I yelped, and he took this opportunity to shove his tongue deep inside of my mouth, enjoying the spoils of his victory.

My first real passionate kiss. I couldn't believe that he stole that.

 

[Bevatoria]

She'd be able to breathe for a while, the sound of the button clattering on the floor lost as I devoured her mouth and tongue; it tasted like she was wearing lip gloss, and I took in the sensation even as my hands got busier. One slipped inside of her jeans shorts, forcing the zipper down further as I toyed with her panties and the prize beneath it; I'd save touching it for another appendage entirely. As I felt her squirm, a thought occurred to me and if possible, I would've smiled wider (except I was busy smothering her protests with my tongue and mouth).

I stopped toying with her shorts (which were now barely hanging off of her hips), to pull the straps of her tank top down her arms. One, then the other, my boys hollering at my abuse of her while the party seemed to think she was into it. Or they were afraid of getting involved. Either way, her top was hanging below her breasts and her bra was entirely visible to the partygoers, and I let go of her arms to put two greedy hands on her ample tits, molesting them as I finally stopped kissing her.

I wanted to see what she'd do to try to break my hold with her arms free shorts undone and tank top at her elbows.

 

[DeepBlue89]

I groaned, protesting as he simply devoured my mouth, obviously tasting the strawberry lipgloss that I applied on my lips every day. But the kiss soon began the lesser evil; I panicked (but couldn't break free of the kiss) as I felt my shorts suddenly become lighter - the button flying off and his finger now unzipping it until my pink panties were clearly visible to everyone. They decended more and more, barely hanging on now...

I struggled more, feeling the straps now being moved aside as he planned to reveal more of my body to himself and the partygoers. My struggles must have been taken as something else, as no one seemed to help me. Of course, I didn't realize that the movement of my hips may have seemed as if I wanted this.

He pulled off the kiss, pulling my top down. I didn't say anything, but I gasped loudly at the fact that my breasts were now free (though safely behind my bra), the orbs practically spilling out of my bra. Then, I whimpered, feeling his hands dive in there and squeezed both.

"Stop that! Stop!" I protested, my hands trying to pry his off. It didn't work though.

 

[Bevatoria]

I liked it when she whimpered, even if it wasn't clear as to whether she was enjoying or protesting my hands clamping on her tits through her bra. "Stop that! Stop!" Being a football player tended to mean I heard what I wanted to hear, so I did interpret that as her not wanting me to molest her through her clothes like that. So after letting her push against my hands for a moment, I let go of her tits.

Only to undo the catch of her bra and pull her shorts down to her knees. Just to keep her guessing as to what I'd do next. I pulled her hair back again, forcing her mouth open with her clothes in disarray as I explored her again with my tongue, my free hand slapping her panty-clad ass before sneaking under her slowly descending bra to feel her bare tit, rolling it and pulling it out from her to see how she'd react. My guys were clearly enjoying the sight of her, shorts at her knees, tank top at her elbows and bra falling off of her arms while she tried to escape my clutches.

 

[DeepBlue89]

For the moment that he let go of my orbs, I thought that maybe he was going to let me go. So, I didn't exactly use that opportunity to struggle again. Maybe I should have...

His hands quickly went to undo my bra and pull my shorts down. My silk pink panties were the only thing now covering my pussy, and the thought that he was going to go further terrified me. "A-AH!" I cried out again, the pain of him pulling my hair again got to me, and before I knew it his tongue was deep in my mouth.

*SLAP*
He slapped now my ass, and now with my shorts I could feel the sting from the hit. It hurt and I couldn't tell whether he put more force into that one. The pain echoed for a while and somehow...it felt good? I don't know, I think that the panic was making me delirious or something.

I snapped back into reality, seeing a large breast now free from the clutches of my top, as the boys whistled and cheered from the distance. He rolled and played with it a bit, looking at my reaction.

My mouth was open the whole time - inaudible gasps being released. Eventually I gathered the willpower to say:

"Please...No...Not here. Please..."