Back at Lake Point High School, in the shadows behind the bleachers, the two most promiscuous members of the student body met for their usual late-night carnal purposes.
Tiffany Sanders knew that her father, the Colonel, didn't approve of her life choices, but he was off on deployment half the time, so what did she care? And Steve Farber, son of egg mogul Jay Farber, was all but encouraged by his family to pursue whichever and however many women he so chose.
And so while the two had been meeting in the evening at this very spot throughout the school year, both of them were fully aware that they both had their own side-conquests. Usually at least one a week. it was like a game, and they both understood the rules. Their own sexual needs were just higher than most of their classmates.
By now it was fairly routine. But it was a good routine. They both enjoyed it. It was predictable, but fun. They both knew that they would start with a short make-out session to get their fires burning. Some kissing, some heavy petting, a little under-the-shirt action. Then, when Tiffany was ready, she'd take a step backwards, adjust her hair over her shoulder, and flip up her skirt as she bent over this one board that sat across two beams at just the perfect height. Then Steve would take it from there. Yes, Steve would take her from there.
But tonight felt different. As Tiffany was running her hands through Steve's hair, he broke off the kiss and took a step backwards. Steve made a motion as if to gather long hair that didn't exist. The football player bent himself over a board and... what was he doing? Was he hitching up his jeans? Tiffany couldn't quite understand what was going on. But somehow, it was definitely getting her motor running. Maybe she needed something new in her sex life after all.
This was certainly interesting.
Tiffany found herself approaching the boy, unconsciously licking her lips as she did so. There was something familiar, but different about tonight. She locked her hands on his hips, just like Steve would always do to her, and began grinding up against him. Steve gave the odd word of encouragement, and Tiffany could feel her erection swell.
Wait.
Tiffany blinked. Erection? She didn't have a dick, how could she have an erection? But somehow the sensations that were being sent to her brain said "there is an external organ at your crotch, and the sexual excitement you're experiencing is causing it to grow." Not quite in those words, but that was the impression that Tiffany was getting. How did she know what it felt like to have an erection? A glance downwards revealed that, unless there was something wrong with her eyesight, she still had the same flat crotch that she'd always had. She was still wearing the skirt she'd worn all day, the front of which was rubbing against the back end of Steve's jeans.
But there it was. She could even feel it becoming confined more and more tightly against a material much heavier than anything she had on.
Through this thought process, however, she didn't stop. Grinding became bumping, and then her hands changed position, grabbed the waistband of Steve's jeans, and pulled downwards, exposing his boxers. Tiffany found her fingers pressing into the middle of the waistband of her own skirt. Her right hand made a downward motion along the front, and she felt a release. Her erection was free, and it felt so much better in the open air. But she still couldn't see it. Whatever force was guiding her didn't care, however, as she leaned into Steve in exactly the same way as he had always leaned into her. And suddenly she could feel something warm and wet encircling her phantom dick.
Steve, for his part, was no less confused. He couldn't quite tell what was going on behind him, but he knew he was enjoying himself. He'd just submitted to these whims that had overtaken him, and let himself feel these new sensations.
Until, of course, those sensations included an outside presence inside of him.
With brows furrowed, Steve called back, "What's going on, Tiff?"
"Just sit back and enjoy it. Let your partner do the work," came a reply that Tiffany hadn't been expecting to give. "That's what I always do."
It was those last five words that seemed to pierce into Steve's chest. That's what Tiffany always did. So that's what he'd do. Right? Did that make sense? Steve wasn't sure, but there was a growing feeling inside of him that it was supposed to.
So he allowed himself to experience the feeling of being filled. Over, and over, and over again. Tiffany's hands holding his waist secure. The feel of the hard wood against his stomach. If he dropped his head a bit, he could look backwards and see that his boxers were still on him, and tented by his own alert member. Logic told him that he shouldn't be able to feel anything inside of him if he was still wearing his boxers, and logic told him that he should probably be concerned that he couldn't feel his very visible manhood. But Tiffany always just sat back and enjoyed it. She didn't think too hard. And the not-thinking-too-hard option was becoming more and more attractive, the longer he was able to enjoy the feeling of being filled by someone else's engorged member.
Of course, the fact that this member did not technically exist failed to enter into the equation for Steve.
Each thrust pushed just a little deeper, felt just a little stronger, brought Steve just that much closer to the edge, until he felt a soft shuddering. A vibration that spread across his body. He moaned out in his pleasure, then heard a soft grunt coming from behind him. The feeling of fullness in his lower abdomen changed slightly. Then it receded. Then, with a slight pop, it was gone.
After taking a few moments to catch their breath, both Steve and Tiffany straightened out to put themselves back together. Tiffany had a much quicker job, as she looked almost exactly the same as she had half an hour before, but all Steve really had to do was pull his jeans on over his still-upright erection. He could feel it now, but somehow he didn't want to do anything about it. He just wanted to put it away.
Steve was about to leave when Tiffany grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. "See you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah," Steve said, breathlessly. Wasn't that one of his own moves? Steve put that out of his head, and made his way back to his car.
