When Mr., Keltner kicked off his lecture during first period the following day, when I was wearing a black leather corset with thin black drawstrings holding it closed, but still showing  a little bit of my inner boobage, a black leather mini skirt, red platform heels and black thigh high stockings, he had this longing look in his eye as he gazed at me. He actually choked up a bit during his spiel. I opened my legs when he stared at me to give him a better look, which caused his eyes to bug out. I was also attired in black lace bikini style panties. I wondered if he was getting any at home from his wife. At the same time, I was also curious about the extent of his package behind his khaki pants.

It wasn't like nobody noticed Mr. Keltner being captivated by my looks. During my third period history class, this guy named Gilbert, who was also in my first period class, asked me how I liked having Mr. Keltner perv my body. He said this even as I could see his eyes wandering over it, too. My only reply was an immodest, "it's not like he's the only one who's done that." "Well, you are pretty hot," he complimented me as if I would suddenly swoon and want him to fuck me. "Thanks sweety," I blandly answered.

This was after I had been in my gym class and noticed a lot of the other girls were checking me out, too, while I was in the shower. I pondered how many of them might have been gay or bi and wanted to bed me. I smiled back at some of them and they averted their eyes in embarrassment. Thinking about all those slim, young bodies in and out of the shower provoked me to furirously frig my clit the night that night.

My fifth period algebra teacher, Mrs. Brannon, actually rolled her eyes when she saw me enter her classroom (I also had on a pair of dark wrap around shades). She was short and in her late 40's with not a lot on her chest and was probably jealous.

Thursday, I completely changed it up with a pair of straight leg jeans, black pumps and a Children of Bodom t-shirt. This made me seem less intiimidating and more guys in my classes tried to talk to me and often used the band on the shirt as a jumping off point to open a conversation with me.

Friday, though, I was back in school with a red leather zip up top that went down to just above my navel with a v neck in it. I rolled the zipper in the front that held it together up only so far as I could show part of my boobs without getting arrested. With that was a pair of red leather pants and white boots I wore under the pants with a skinny white belt. "How come you dress like that?" a girl in my fourth period class complained. "Because it's good to look hot," I smiled in a snarky manner.

During lunch, seeing me sitting alone, one of the metal head kids who was in my sixth period world history class, Ryan Clemens, invited me over to join him and his buddies. They all immediately tried to look down my top. I acted like I didn't notice. Instead, I peeked at their crotches and they were all sporting bigtime wood. They debated whether or not I was the hottest girl in school and actually devised a rating system, calling it, "The Dawn Scale," with one being epic fugly and ten being me. It was their subterfuge to appeal to my vanity and make me like them more. Sorry guys, it doesn't work that way. They also said, "we knew you were cool when you wore that Bodom shirt."

When school let out after sixth period, I walked home with them. They live several blocks from my house, so I trekked the last part of my return trip by myself. I gave Ryan my phone number and, after I had eaten dinner, he called me. "Hey Dawn, what's up?" "I just got through eating, sweety," I retorted. "You wanna come over and hang with us? My mom's spending the weekend with her boyfriend, so we can party a little." "Sounds cool, Ryan. I'll be over in a little bit." "Sweet! Later." "Bye."  

I donned a pair  of jean shorts, a Motorhead t-shirt and flip flops and padded my way over to Ryan's place. When I arrived, he put on a Lamb of God record and his friend Ronnie lit a joint and passed it to me. I relayed it to the other pal, Dustin without taking a toke on it. They were fine with me doing that. "You guys want a pizza?" I asked. 'If you're buying!!" Ryan laughed. I was, so I called it in and 40 minutes later we were chowing down on it. We spent the next few hours talking to, and razzing, each other. None of them made a definitive pass at me other than the occasional compliment. I went home a little after midnight.

Saturday morning, we all went to the beach. I asked Ryan to rub sunscreen on me and then I did the same thing for him and the other boys, too, which put everybody in a friendly mood. I was sporting a white bandeau top and very skimpy bottoms. After about an hour of sunning ourselves and chatting, I declared I was going to get some munchies. Ryan said he'd go with me and, as we reached the sidewalk, he put his arm around me. "So you're claiming me?" I giggled.  "I guess you can put it that way,"  he smiled. I slid my arm around his hip. "Hey look baby," I said in my kindest possible voice, "I'm not into being in a relationship right now, but if you want to hug me, kiss me, hold my hand or cuddle me, I'm cool with that. Everybody can use a hug or a kiss once in a while," I burbled. "Sweet!" he replied, interlacing his fingers with mine as we entered the convenience store. I made my choices, paid for them and circled back to our towels, where I handed everybody what they wanted.

Ryan was tall and slim with short brown hair and a cute face, though not one that would make him what you would think of as a lady killer. But he and his friends were nice guys and so I was already feeling comfortable with them. Their relationship with each other reminded me of the one I had with my buddies back when I was a teenage male. I didn't want to come between them because it was obvious that the other two liked me as well given how they were looking at me.

The water was too cold to go swimming in even in high 80's weather, so we went home after three hours. Ryan held my hand as we walked the two miles to his house. Guys in passing cars were catcalling me and, I'm sure, Ryan got a big ego stroke being seen with me. We went up to his bedroom and he put on a System of a Down cd then we all sat on the floor. I swiveled my body around and dropped my head into Ronnie's lap while I propped my feet  on Ryan's left knee. "Are you comfortable, Dawn?" Ronnie cracked. "Definitely"  I grinned. Ronnie seemed unsure of what he should do with his hands, so I took them in mine and held them just under my breasts. Ryan ran his hands up and down my smooth, toned legs over and over while we sat there joking around. Ronnie withdrew his hands from mine and began stroking both of my cheeks with them, which felt good. I let out a simulated "purring" noise to show my approval. So that he wouldn't feel left out, I used my left foot to stroke Dustin's shin. That elevated his mood quite a bit. The cd ended, but Ryan didn't move to replace it or put it away.

"Would you guys mind if I made you dinner tonight? I inquired. "Wow, a homecooked meal on a weekend, what a concept!" Ryan ruefully cracked. I asked Ryan if it was okay to check his fridge and his pantry to see what was there and then I could plan accordingly. He urged me to go for it. There was plenty enough there. His mother had some chicken breasts, so I announced that I would grill them with a honey mustard sauce I was going to concoct and steam and butter some zucchini along with it. Ronnie and Dustin used Ryan's cellphone to call home and tell their parents they were going to eat over at Ryan's. "Fuck man, way hot chick cooking for you for the win!" Ryan enthused.

When I sat down again, this time I had my head in Dustin's lap. I asked Ryan if he had any Led Zeppelin or Black Sabbath. He had the latter's "Paranoid" album, so on the cd player that went. When it was finished, I went out and prepared dinner. They said it was awesome and it was all gone in no time. "You should teach my mom how to cook this," Ryan  hoped. "Or you could learn to do it yourself," I slyly countered. "Nah, too much of a hassle," he excused. As we sat in the dining room, I had my lefthand on Ryan's thigh while I played footsie with Ronnie, who was seated directly across from me.

We moved to the livingroom and Ryan turned on an Angels game. Toward the end of it, both Ronnie and Dustin had to leave. I gave both of them a hug and a kiss on the lips. Almost as soon as he closed the door, Ryan asked me to spend the night with him. "Hello mom? Can I spend the night with a boy I barely know tonight?" I play acted. I grabbed his lefthand and drargged him back to the couch.

"Look sweety, here's the thing: it's pretty obvious that both of your friends want to go out with me, too. I definitely don't want to screw your guys' friendship up by causing a lot of jealousy. Girls will come and go, but whatever you do, you got to protect your friendship with your buddies. That's why I was kinda giving everybody equal time today, at least as much as I could. And I'm going to see other guys from time to time, too. So don't get possessive and fuck up your relationship with Ronnie and Dustin. They'll have your back like no girl ever will." "You're so cool, Dawn," he reacted. "Thanks honey. Now how about you give me a kiss?"

He was all over that and, by extension, all over me. We shifted into full makeout mode and I felt him unhooking the back of my bikini top. He insinuated his lefthand under it and gently groped my right boob. He had to one rager of a hard on at that moment and, as a mission of mercy, I unzipped his pants and undid his pants to free his little soldier. I positioned his cock against my palm and enclosed my fingers around it. As my nipples stiffened under his hand, my hand vertically pumped his dick. "Oh fuck,  that feels killer!!" Ryan exalted. We continued our lip locking exercise and his breathing rapidly accelerated. I pushed his hand away from me and my mouth quickly concealed his prong from sight, my lips urgently pressing on his engorged shaft. I bobbed my head speedily only a few times before he cannonaded his jism into my mouth after a day long build up, which is why he detonated so quickly and profusely.. I raised my head, displayed his reward for me and then dispatched it into my stomach with a gulp. "Holy shit, that was epic!" he celebrated.

"Unfortunately sweety, I have to get going," I informed him. "That sucks," he pouted. "Yeah, it totally does. I had so much fun today, Ryan. Thanks for inviting me along." "Thanks for coming  Can you come over tomorrow?" "That would be awesome," I chirped. I put my top back on, hugged and kissed him and went home.

Sunday, after I ate breakfast, I slipped on a pair of black booty shorts, a black bra top and a black tank top plus a pair of flats and  went to the supermarket to restock my fridge. Once I returned home, I took  the tank top off, strapped on a pair of black four inch heels and headed over to Ryan's. The top barely extended enough to cover my nipples, so when Ryan answered the door, his eyes just about exploded out of his head. The same was true of Ronnie and Dustin as they waited for us in Ryan's bedroom. I felt so sexual showing myself to them this way and loved having such a knockout body and face. Ryan said that his mom wasn't going to be home until six or seven. Ryan held me while he sat up against the headboard of his bed and watched a couple of concerts on VH1 Classic. When the second one was over, I went to the bathroom an,d this time, upon my reappearance in the room I snuggled up to Dustin, who was sitting against the end of the bed on the floor while we peeped Mythbusters. When that was over, I moved over in front of Ronnie, who cuddled me until 4:30, when I went home.

The next morning, we walked to school together with me holding Ryan's hand. During lunch, I sidled up next to Dustin and clasped his. After school, my fingers were in Ronnie's mitt as we headed home and I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to come to my house after dinner. Ronnie wasn't as tall as Ryan was, but he had darker hair and a pretty nice body.

A little after seven, there was a knock at my door and I let Ronnie in. We exchanged hugs and a brief kiss and went upstairs to my bedroom. I crawled into bed and encouraged him to join me, whereupon we began making out. He started undoing the buttons on my blouse and then had trouble opening my bra. I shed the blouse and turned my body to show him the clasps and how to separate them. I had him practice it and he got it in one, so he pulled that harness off of me, my very ample gazongas springing out. I pulled his head back toward mine and he rubbed and squeezed my tits while our tongues intertwined passionately. After a little more of that, I pushed his head down toward my knockers and felt the delicious pull of his mouth sucking on them. He slid a hand up my thigh to my crotch, which was swaddled in panty hose and panties. He loosened the belt holding my skirt to me and unzipped the little dress as his mouth continued to lash and graze my milk ducts.

I was fully wet now and in a really good mood. I rolled him on to his back and then slipped off the other side of the bed. After losing the skirt and panty hose, I eased back in next to him and told him to get rid of his shoes and socks. Once he did that, I deprived him of his pants and boxers wrapped my fist around his hard 6.5 inch dick. "You have a beautiful cock," I cooed, which elicited a smile from him. It was smeared in precum, so I slithered my tongue around it to clean up the mess. He moaned and writhed in pleasure as my tongue tantalized his manhood. The next sensation he felt was my wet, warm mouth encapsulating his main vein in it. "Oh fuck!" he sighed as my lips imposed friction on his engorged shaft. He puffed several rapid gasps when his cockhead was made a temporary captive of my throat. His breathing became very, very rapid and he was grunting now as he approached climax. I waved my head in a frenzied manner and he expelled his 14 year old ballcream into my welcoming maw. Like I did with Ryan, I showed him his cum on my tongue and then sent it hurtling into my belly.

I let him lay there for a few minutes to savor the head he had just received. "God, that was epic!" he praised. I giggled and kissed him a few times. "Okay baby, now let's see what you can do with your mouth," I whispered in his ear. I laid on my back and spread my legs. I walked him around my vulva, lent him some preliminary instruction and then told him to go for it. As he attacked my clit, I kept lecturing him and now I could feel the heat begin to accumulate inside me. He flipped and rolled his tongue and mixed in short suckling. "Oh God, oh God oh God, keep that up!" I whimpered. He did and it wasn't long before I was climbing the stairs of ecstasy, holding the back of his head to keep it in my crotch as my pubic muscles convulsed. "Keep doing that until you're hard again," I advocated. He blasted me off a couple more times and then scooted on top of me. I ushered his penis to my red carpet and he pushed it into me. "Oh fuck Ronnie, that feels so good!" I breathily notified him as he parked his flesh train as deeply into me as he could. His hips flexed and carried his spear back and forth inside me, giving rise to that very sweet friction that we were both enjoying. My legs rested on his lower back while he persistently plowed me. "Oh God baby, that's it, oh shit!" I panted, my ardor ascending like a rocket and taking my ability to regulate my own breathing away with it until the climax suddenly took hold of my senses and rent them asunder. Now my world was reduced to just wanting to feel more of him pumping his joy stick into me, my nails sinking deeply into the skin on his back. Again and again, I felt my vaginal muscles seeming to do backflps and then shoot hot needles of pleasure through my entire being until he grunted several big jets of his sperm loaded semen into me. He fell on top of me and I wrapped my legs around the middle of his back to hold him there while I hugged him.

"God sweety, that was wonderful," I dreamily said. "You're amazing, Dawn" he offered as he sought to regain his sanity.