Sunday, in case his parents mosied on in early, me and Ryan went over to his house. Also, in the event they put in an unexpectedly quick appearance, I dressed in just shorts, an Iron Maiden t-shirt and flip flops. They didn't though. Ryan, his buddies and Dustin's neighbor Jackson, who straddled the hipster and metal crowds at school, hung out and we basically did what we did the previous Sunday. Ryan held me and Dustin massaged my feet as we sat on the floor.I told hm to make sure he washed his hands before he ate after he handled my tootsies.

We went over to my house at four so that I could make everybody an early dinner. "Seriously, Dawn, you gotta teach my mom to cook," Ronnie flattered. I laughed that off as hyperbole, but it was a nice ego stroke. Jackson joked that he was going to start hanging around us more for the free food. "Don't you get that at home?" I snarked back.

Monday, I decided to have some fun with Mr. Keltner. When the five minute bell rang before first period, I went into the bathroom nearest the classroom and removed my bra. I was wearing a white blouse that I had tied off just above my navel. I knew that he early morning bright sunlight that shone through the windows would make my blouse a little bit transparent. Pretty much all the boys had their eyes riveted on my chest, so I knew they were getting an eyeful of something. Mr. Keltner roamed up and down my aisle a few times over the course of my class to get a peek and there was an obvious protrusion in his trousers because of it. It also didn't help him that my nipples had become erect from rubbing against the material of my top.

When class was over, I went up to him with my notebook in hand and touched him with my left arm as I feigned attempting to make sure I had the right information for the homework assignment. He looked right into my top and couldn't keep a straight train of thought. I slowly swung my hips as I ambled out of the room and went back to the bathroom to put my bra back on.

Monday, I went food shopping and got picked up by this guy in his 40's barely before I had a chance to pick anything up. He said his name was Lyle. When he asked me what I did, I just said I was a student, which was at least a half truth. He was cute, even with the obvious signs of age, including gray in his hair, smart and had a good sense of humor. I figured it would be a nice time. So I got into his car and we went back to his place a few blocks away, probably a mile from my house or thereabouts. We sat on his couch in his livingroom and then he began making his move, gradually moving his head closer to my face. There was a moment when we locked eyes and then I closed mine and he kissed me. He untied and unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and his eyes widened as the girls made themselves known. He resumed kissing me while he had himself a good grope of my mammaries. He requested that we go to bed and I assented to that. We undressed. "Fuck Dawn, you have one amazing body!" he evaluated. I thanked him and we dropped ourselves into bed. Not a bad body for his vintage. His mouth jumped to my nipples and his righthand did a nice job rubbing my clit while I stroked his thick 7.5 inch dick, putting me very much in the mood to get banged.

He initially straddled me after grabbing a condom. He rolled it on even though I asked him to not use one. He grasped his pole and aimed it at my hole, scoring one shot, one kill, as I felt his sheathed battering ram invade me. My feet were on the bed but with my knees up and wide open as he started thrusting it in and out of me. "Fuck Lyle, your cock feels great!" I praised because, well, it did! He got up a head of steam and my vagina was enjoying what he was dishing out a lot! "Oh fuck Lyle, God, don't stop baby, shit!" I sighed as his fuck stick guided me up the mountainside of pleasure. "Oh shit,  oh shit,  oh my God!" I yelped and then I felt an avalanche of sensations as I came as hard as I ever had in any transformation as a girl  When my orgasm subsided, he backed off to a slow, steady pace. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he chuckled. I giggled, but then he began pushing my ardor upward again and, not long after that, I was cumming intensely again, leaving long scratches in Lyle's back. He pulled out of me and had me get on my hands and knees. I rested my head on the bed as I felt his manhood connecting with my sex again and then a deeper penetration while he rammed me. I urgently begged him  to go harder and faster and I was soon there again, my nails clutching the bed sheets. The orgasms after that came in bunches, no pun intended, and fuck he lasted a while! By the time he had soiled his rubber, I was exhausted from how the orgasms had sapped my energy.

"Jesus Dawn, you're really orgasmic!" he chirped brightly. "Fuck Lyle, not too many guys last as long as you did. Usually, I blow the guy before he fucks me so that it dulls his sensitivity. But you held off even without that," I observed. "Well, I try," he said modestly. "Hey, you want to spend the night?" he wondered. "Sorry honey, but I have to go to school in the morning. "What college are you going to?" "I go to Newport Peninsula High. I'm a freshman." He went white. "You're 14 or 15?" he asked. "14, yeah." "Fuck, I'm sorry. I thought you were like 22 or something. "Lyle, don't worry about it. You're not going to have cops breaking down your door anytime soon. If anyone  asks me about you, I'll just deny it." "What about your parents?" "I'm emancipated. Relax honey!"

"However, there is something you could do for me if you wouldn't mind." "What's that? "Well, one of my hobbies is gourmet cooking. However, a lot of recipes require alcohol and I'm frustrated that I can't buy it. Could you do that for me? I'll give you the money. Hell, I'll make you a whiskey barbecue chicken that will make your senses go wacky," I claimed. I think he believed that he had better do what I wanted so that I didn't get mad at him. "Okay, what do you need?" I got up, still naked, just to keep his male brain short circuited. "I found a piece of paper and a pen. The list was:  two cases of Heinekin in bottles, a case each of good red and white wines, two quarts of Jack Daniels, two fifths each of Stoly vodka and Bacardi rum, three fifths of Jose Cuervo tequila, a large bottle of kaluha, grenadine, a fifth of Courvoisier, half a dozen magnums of champagne, a large bottle of sake."

"Shit, that's a lot of booze. Are you sure this isn't for you and your friends to drink?" "I don't really drink, Lyle. Besides, if I give this stuff to my friends and something  happened, then I'm just as liable as you are. Somehow, being sued for millions of dollars and being jailed for negligent homicide or worse has no appeal for me." "Okay, but please don't do anything stupid with it," he pleaded. "Don 't worry, sweety. Now can I see you again sometime?" "I'll get you the liquor, Dawn, but I don't know about us having sex again." "Well, do what's right for you sweety, but if you're ever in the mood to see me again, here's my number," I scribbled my number for him as well as my address and directions to my house. I gave him money for the alcohol. He took me home and then he dropped the beer, wine and spirits off at my house later that night.

What I told Lyle was only a half truth. I wasn't going to give the liquor to my friends other than as part of a meal. The beer and wine I would mostly use for either making meals or to accompany them. But I wasn't going to be staging parties. Too much could go wrong.

Oh, and Lyle? He phoned me a few days later. We did the wild thing again, this time at my house and yes, I made him that whiskey barbecue chicken. He loved it. The sex was fabulous and he ate my pussy real good, too. I guess he just couldn't resist good pussy

Over the next few weeks, except for the last couple days of September and four or five days into October, when I was on my period, I was hanging out with Ryan and his friends during and after school or being booty called by Lyle. However, as people got to know me and realized that I wasn't stuck up, I began to get asked out to dances. I turned them down, saying that I sucked at dancing. But if they wanted to ask me out on more conventional dates I would certainly entertain the idea. The only trouble was that 14 year olds don't have cars or  money.

In mid-October, in my gym class, we switched sports from basketball to volleyball. Of course, I overpowered everybody. The very first time I spiked the ball, it struck a girl flush in the face and broke her nose. After a couple days, as soon as I cocked my arm to hammer the ball, the girls on the other side would run for cover. They also couldn't handle my jump serves. Monday of the following week, I got called into the athletics office and was asked to workout with my school's volleyball team, which was floundering., having split their first four matches. Again, my first spike during my initial practice with them caused a girl on the other side some pain when she tried to set it. It was pretty evident that this team just wasn't very good from the standpoint of athletic ability, even for teenage females. In fact, coach Shirley Montalvo sidelined me only about half an hour into the workout because she was afraid I would injure the rest of the players. So I was told I was on the team at the end of the practice, but I still needed to learn our plays, such as they were. Unfortunately, that meant somebody was cut from the squad to make room for me, which made me feel a little guilty.

Fortunately for us, our next match was against the worst team in our conference and we skunked them 15-0 15-0. The league was mostly populated by white and hispanic girls. The following Tuesday, we encountered the team that was in second place in our conference and they just couldn't handle me, as I rang up kill after kill, and we creamed them 15-4 and 15-6. Then we faced off against the first place team and they couldn't stop me, either, and we won going away. However, again, none of these teams were very athletic by national, let alone world, standards and the better female athletes at our school tended to gravitate to basketball and softball. I suspected that was the case with the rest of the clubs in our league.

That win put us in a tie for first and one of the girls decided to celebrate by holding a sleepover. At first, it was a dreadful bore, especially since I could have been in Ryan's bed getting fucked or at least cuddled. We mostly sat around listening to shit like Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber (which just about made me homicidal), Katy Perry (ditto) and Coldplay (ditto to the third power). "Don't you have anything heavier?" I grumbled. "No offense, but you're playing music to vacuum by," I asserted. "No wonder you guys often play so ponderously," I chided. "We don't really like heavy metal, Dawn," my teammate Rachel Dorowski, advocated. "When you're in the middle of a match, do you really have Katy Perry in your head? I have Children of Bodom, Iron Maiden and Accept going through mine and it gets me jacked to kill on the court. I don't just want to dominate, I want to destroy." "I've never heard of any of those bands," Tracy Filippo revealed. I asked the girl who was throwing the sleepover, Sue Valle, to bring me her laptop. She fetched it and  handed it to me. I went to You Tube and played CoB's "We're Not Gonna Fall" and then Accept's "Fast as a Shark," "Judas Priest's "Hell Bent for Leather" and Metallica's "Seek and Destroy." "Now THAT is music to get you up!" I celebrated. They had expressions on their faces like they had just seen a shit sandwich on their dinner table. "Here is how I feel when I step on to the court," I declared, treating them to Anthrax' "I am the Law." "Sorry, Dawn, I don't think we're going to agree here," Tracy posited. "Okay Tracy, but you're only going to go so far with such a passive outlook."

The conversation moved on and the rest of the girls wanted to see my breasts. I complied, unbuttoning my pajama top and bra and bringing the twins out to play. "Okay girls, you have to show me yours, now," I needled. They all giggled as they pulled their shirts or tops up. Their tits ran the gamut from AA cups all the way to one D. "How can you jump like you do with such huge boobs?" Stacy Cardin queried. I laughed and attributed it to having well developed leg muscles. "You're so lucky, Dawn. All the guys in school want to be with you," Rachel complimented. "That's only because they haven't met me yet," I giggled. "Seriously, you guys are better for most of those boys because I'm a lot to handle," I modestly played off. "Have you slept with any of the guys you hang out with?" Donna Slaughter interrogated. "Yeah, all three of them." "No way!" a couple of my teammates echoed. "How were they?" "Oh, they're all really good. They all have nice cocks, too," I lasciviously informed them. "Ryan's so cute," Lisa James blurted. "Do you think he would like me?" "I don't know, Lisa. It's  hard to say for sure. Do you want me to tell him for you?" She giggled and, in a little voice, pleaded, "can you?" "The only thing is, Lisa, he has kind of a low tolerance for bullshit. If you're going to go into it with the mindset that you're going to change him or improve him he'll just tell you to get lost. He's also a stone metalhead.  The best way to handle him is to just be his friend and give him some space rather than getting into the whole power struggle thing too many relationships degenerate into. He doesn't like his mom telling him what to do and he definitely won't take it from  you." "Great!" she smiled.

I asked her how many guys she slept with and that led to a discussion within the group of their sexual experiences. Half the squad claimed they were virgins and I would later find out why that is for one of them. Most of them, though, had given blowjobs and handjobs and they didn't like the taste of cum very much.