Tim/Jubilee

Tim decided to be tricky; he rarely was, but when he was, he was downright diabolical. He let Jubilee get dressed, at least into a terrycloth robe, before she felt his hand pressed against her ass, telling her it wasn’t over. She turned quickly, trying to steal a kiss, but she just ended up trapped in his strong arms. Somehow he got a hold of the sash of her robe and he pulled it hard and her robe fell open. She was pressed tightly against him, her bare breasts against his naked chest. What turned her on more was the feel of the towel wrapped around his waist, scratching at her bare legs.

“Have I ever told you you have nice arms?” Jubilee asked, deliberately running her thigh against his towel, looking for his member somewhere along his muscular legs. They were nice too.

“I’m nice all over,” Tim said.

“Nothing nice about that cock,” Jubilee whispered.

She felt him lifting up her robe, clawing at it until his hands were underneath and on the curves of her ass, cupping her buttocks, tugging her to his groin. She felt a solid bulge through the towel, but Tim didn’t pull her any tighter, he just played his fingers along her soft asscheeks, enjoying the resiliency of the firm flesh. Jubilee pressed against him herself, her cunt to his prick, and just the towel between them.

“You’re big and strong all over, aren’t ya?” Jubilee teased. “Big and strong and hard where it counts, too.”

He laughed and Jubilee felt herself being picked up, his fingers still drawing their tiny circles on her buttocks as he carried her to the bed and dropped her down on her back. Her robe unfurled under her like wings, covering not an inch of her except for where her arms were shoved through the sleeves, and Tim had no interest there.

“Have I ever told you you have nice tits?” Tim asked.

“If they’re so nice,” Jubilee mock-pouted, “why won’t you grope me? I’m an Asian schoolgirl, you know how many people would love ta grope me? But I can’t even get my boyfriend to do it…”

Tim bent over the bed and obligingly kneaded her breasts. For once, his hands weren’t gentle, and there was something very exciting about how tightly he squeezed her. Jubilee felt her nipples grow hard, like they were gorging themselves on the slight amount of pain she felt.

“Wow,” she groaned at her own tenderness. “Oh, wow…”

She looked down at his manhood. He was fully erect, his balls hanging down like bombs under an airplane, She licked her lips as she stared nervously at them. If he ever fucks my mouth, he could beat me to death with those. That’d be a way to go.

“Sure there’s nothing nice about it?” Tim asked.

“Nothing,” Jubilee snapped back to teasing. “You have a big bad cock, Tim.”

“And my fingers?” Immediately his hand went between her thighs. Jubilee closed her eyes. He was fingering her pussy fast but lightly, knowing exactly where to touch her, but not going too deep or too hard. She felt no pain as she became sopping wet. Then he was rubbing her clit too, and soft little sobs were being torn from her. 

“Oh,” she groaned. “Ohhh…”

“No comment, huh?” 

“Fuck me now, Tim. I’m ready for you. There’s your comment.”

“You always think you’re ready,” Tim said. “And you always scream.”

He stretched out on top of her, their skin sliding together a moment as they got into place, Jubilee’s pussy twinging as if it knew it was about to be full. Before she knew it, Tim’s cock slammed into her. Ready or not, he wasn’t waiting any longer for her. He knew it didn’t matter with a prick his size. She could never be ready enough for a monster like that.

He fucked her with deep, almost savage thrusts that had her crying out as if wounded. He was nice all over; he was nice inside her, and it had never been so nice before. He was big, she was full, and they both knew what to do. He kept slamming himself deep inside her, and she kept taking him. And screaming.

“Lift your legs,” Tim commanded.

Jubilee quickly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. Just like that, he was deeper inside her. She felt his cock throb so hard it might’ve been growing and realized he was about to come. Somehow, the thought made her catch, an engine inside her finally turned over and revving up the RPMs. 

“I’m coming!” Jubilee said, her voice so soft and whimpering it was a wonder he even heard her. She felt his cock jolt; it turned him on even more, the contrast between what a loudmouth she could be in public and how deathly quiet she was when the intimacy was too much for even her. “I’m coming and you’re coming with me, you are, I can feel you in me, I know you’re going to come. We’re going to come together—God, yes! I can feel you shoot! You’re inside me, squirting in me, in my pussy!”

They finished just in time to hear the car pull into the driveway, the illumination of its headlights briefly passing over the windows and lighting up them both in their pure, unadulterated beauty.

“Parents are home early,” Tim said.

“As long as you don’t arrive early, I’m happy,” Jubilee said.

They got dressed in no time flat and were downstairs watching TV when the Drakes came in. They quizzed Tim on how the date had gone and if Tim had abided by the house rule of not being in his bedroom with a girl while the house was empty. Jubilee assured them they’d been parked in front of the TV since curfew, all while wondering what the Drakes would say if they knew what their son had really been doing all night. Of course, they didn’t even know when he fought Condiment King. How could they know when he’d had a simultaneous orgasm with a girl?

She giggled at the thought, and Mrs. Drake gave her a curious look, but gave it up. Jubilee was, after all, the kind of girl who seemed to giggle at everything.