Spencer can remember well the first time he ‘noticed’ girls.
He was sitting in a bundle of blue blankets on the floor, holding a red bowl of popcorn as his dad had put on one the Transformers movies and left him to use the computer in the other rooms. He remembered how his jaw dropped as he saw Megan Fox draped over one of those motorcycles, denim shorts painted on her tight wiggling rear as she played it up for the camera.
The way her hot, slim and tanned body moved, almost grinded, sucked up all his attention, fascinating him to his core. Plot, settings, CGI, all were negligible when she was on the screen, the boy just staring, rewinding and staring again in every little scene of hers. Little Spencer was naturally confused by these feelings inside. Girls were still gross to his friends, yet here he was with his tongue out. Did he want to be her or touch her? It was a bit much for the boy, so he suppressed such feelings deep inside.
These memories came flooding back though, his heart pumping when he opened the door and gazed upon the wet woman on the other side. It wasn’t just that she had a strikingly similar appearance to that actress either, though she certainly was foxy, it was the fact she was easily the hottest woman he’d been face to face with, the dampness of her body only adding to her erotic charm. Her dripping black hair, darker than the night, tangled wildly all the way down her body behind her petite shoulders, the tips dangling past her pert butt as they drizzled to the porch. Water dribbled down her forehead, dripping over her nearly pencil thin eyebrow and past her shaded eyes running with mascara. Those soft pink lips started to move as another shiver went up her body. “C-Can I come in?” He almost didn’t recognize the words, as those lips were so scrumptiously plump, already imagining his arousal popping inside her warm mouth.
Spencer nodded his head in a stupor, body stunned as this short but feminine figure trickled water inside with her. She was probably in trouble, or maybe even dangerous, but his eyes fell on her wet pink dress, almost see-through, and Spencer couldn’t tear his eyes off. At her chest, the pink material was sheen and showed some incredibly deep, bra-less cleavage which was downright melon-sized and hypnotizing. Her nipples, obvious from space, were fat and erect, poking through the thin material like two bent thumbs, every micro-inch of detail revealed of the sensitive teat. He didn’t know if she was intentionally throwing her hips left and right, but it drew his steely gaze to her unavoidably round behind, each big tanned cheek clearly jiggling with each step as they mashed tight against each other under the fabric. She was even in dark, fuck-me-high heels, feet glided across the floor like she was skating.
This was the girl of his dreams and he needed to say something right away if he was going to leave his mark before his friends got a look at her. He didn’t like to be that territorial with his friends, bros before hos and all that, but one look and he needed her in every man needed a woman. Even her slightly delicate movement oozed excess femininity, drawing his gaze closer and his jaw lower. Before he knew it, he actually said some words.
“So, uh, who are you?”
Immediately he blushed. His first instincts were usually as suave and charming as his bouncy hair, and yet it had failed him terrible. He tried to readjust, putting his accusing finger down and putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I mean, what’s a nice girl running around on a night like this?” He raised his zero to a score of two out of ten, but he was still blushing like a beet. As long as she didn’t see his erection though, he was on the right track.
“I-I was running away.” Her voice was harmonious, even when shaky. “It was awful out, but I-I- needed…” She trailed off, looking at her soaked rag of a dress. “Oh, I’m so scared!” She threw her arms open and swung them dramatically wide around his waist, “please don’t make me leave! I need a big and strong man right now to protect me!”
At first, Spencer went a bit wide-eyed, as although she was freezing and soaking, those big breasts pressing into him like a damned wet-t-shirt contest was going on, he gave a big perverted grin. She already trusted him to come into his arms, so surely a trip to booty town couldn’t be too far behind. His fingers wiggled as he watched her wet bum wiggle to dig in deeper into his body, but he relented, knowing he should play things cool. After all, she could be involved in something really traumatic if she had to run through the rain. “O-Of course I won’t make you leave, but if you just explain-”
“Hmm.” Her trembly voice suddenly changed into stinging disappointment. “No, something isn’t right.” She stepped back and shook her head. “Is there anyone else here? Maybe someone… more virile?” Her eyes immediately started to dart around, a glimmer of hunger in eyes.
It felt like a spear to the heart, Spencer gripping his fists as she looked around a bit. “Y-Yeah, my friends are staying here, but you sure you don’t want a towel or something? You’re really wet.” Should he have hugged her tighter? What did he do wrong?
“No I…” She seemed fascinated in this lobby of the manor, eyes wide and lost in another realm before she nodded. “I-I just need to be around other people. I don’t want to be alone…” She bent over to look under a certain antique table, round booty popping free from pink dress momentarily as she inspected something underneath. However, Spencer’s perception picked up every detail of her lower end, especially how aroused and plump her lower lips seemed for a woman on the run. It looked like an open peach and was easily just as juicy.
“Uh yeah, I guess I get that…” He rolled his eyes, already beginning to doubt his judgement about this girl, but was he really going to refuse a girl flashing him like this? He pointed her around the corner with a sigh. “My friends are just in the other room, and I know they’d love to meet you.”
“Ho-ly shit!” Morgan gaped his lips before turning to Jesse. “Chick-Bailey is real!”
“Unfortunately, I don’t know her…” Jesse got to his feet and furrowed his brow behind his glasses. “So, Spencer, who’s this lovely lady?”
”I-I don’t know.” Spencer rubbed the back of his head, only now contemplating how reckless his first instinct was. “But she was outside in the cold and I couldn’t let her just stand out there.” Of course, he still had those real hard nipples on her chest on his mind, almost thankful to the cold weather.
”Right!” Harley bounced to his feet, his usual swimmer’s nimbleness had his hand stretched out in front of her in a millisecond. “My name’s Harley, like the chopper, and you couldn’t have picked a better house to get warm!” He bobbed his eyebrows in his usual joker-fashion.
This woman looked at his outstretched hand like it was a used-plunger, swatting it away with confused disgust. “Um. The name’s Mica. Please don’t offer your hand to me.”
He retracted it slowly. “Uh…”
”Uh, so hey Mica!” Spencer noticed that the guys were giving him strange looks, nodding to the fact that she was hot, but she might have been a few branches short of a tree. “You were, like, running away from someone, or something?” He had to prove why he opened the door to her.
She pouted those pink lips and sat her wide bum on the couch, palms over her eyes as a light sob came from her. “Y-Yes! I had no idea that the weather would be so terrible! I started to knock on every door, but no one came out and I was getting ever so wet.” She placed her hands on her pink dress, a light squish audible.
“It’s no wonder.” Jesse pointed out the nearest window. “With storms like this, everybody has probably either five feet of boards over every window and doors or left town… or both.”
”Exactly!” Mica sighed, fingers bundling up the edge of her dress. “I saw this place at the top of the hill, and when the light in the kitchen went on, I knew someone was home so I sprinted up the hill as fast I could.” She lifted up her foot in tall heelsand rubbed her ankle. “I’m not supposed to sprint like that though…”
“Hey!” Bailey came from the kitchen, raising his the bloodied cloth hand. “I was the one who turned the light on. I guess I was calling your sweet ass to run over huh?”
”Oh god…” Morgan face-palmed at the comment, Bailey overcompensating once more. “Excuse Bailey here, he-”
But too everyone’s surprise, Mica just giggled and smiled back at Bailey, standing up to walk over to him. “Yeah! Thanks a lot!” She even gave a little bow to Bailey. “I should-”
“Puh-lease.” Casey chuckled as he stood between the two, actually flashing his abs underneath his shirt, quite the shiny pair. “That’s not how you welcome a lady! It starts real simple.” He took a stride forward, shoulders as far back as they’d take him. “Let’s get her out of this soaked dress and into something much warmer…”He pulled off the plaid short-sleeve button-up shirt he had over his red tank-top and swung it around her shoulders, his hands coming together at her bust. “See?” He squeezed his shirt around her tighter, his obvious ploy to cup her breasts clear to everyone. “See? Toasty! Now to just get that dress off your body….”
Before he could hook his hungry mits into her top though, she threw an impressively quick chop to his unguarded neck to stun him. Instantly choking on his own adam’s apple, she grabbed those wide shoulders of hers and managed to toss him hard to the ground. Once his back hit the ground, she had a heel rested right on his huffing chest, pointing accusingly at his shocked face. “You will not touch me, you lesser-male! You are not even half worthy to smell my scent!” She snapped her fingers, the venom continuing to fly. “You are the petite servant barely deserving to cower in the corner when a deserving man takes me from behind! You-”
”Hold on! Hold on!” She was about to stomp down at a very sensitive place before Bailey had his arms hooked behind her, yanking her back as she grunted out her aggression. “Let’s not do anything rash here.”
“Ooo, I like you.” She giggled as she gripped his hands on her breasts, forcing him to knead her chest like he no doubt wanted. “I can see that you know how to treat a girl.”
Morgan helped Casey back to his feet, face still stunned. “You alright man? You got your ass handed down real good.”
“I’m fine.” He huffed putting his shirt back on from the floor. “I let her throw me to the floor. The crazy bitch just got a jump on me, that’s all.”
“Guys…” Spencer rubbed his forehead. “Let’s just all take a breather shall we?”
Jesse came forward with a nod. “Yeah guys, I think Mica just needs some space. Obviously something has been really dramatic with her, and she might not be ready to talk.”
”I-I just know you wouldn’t understand if I told you.” She exhaled with a pout. “Let’s just say, people are chasing after me and I don’t know who I can turn to.” She turned back to Bailey, flickering her eyelashes. “Will you help me, Bailey? Can you keep me safe?”
Harley lifted a hand like he was in class. “Hold on here! We can all help keep you safe! After all, we’re six strong and tough men, who would be stupid enough to actually try something against us?” He winked as he gave an unsubtle flex of his arm.
“Sorry boys, I guess I just assumed Bailey was the chief, or whatever, of your group.” She petted Bailey’s chest as she stared confused with her pencil-thin brows furrowed. “Are you actually saying this isn’t true?”
”What!?” Almost all the boys said in unison.
“We don’t have a ‘chief’,” Harley scoffed with his hands up, “we’re just friends.”
”Plus, if we did?” Morgan pointed over to the shortest member of the group who was currently able to cup that wet and full piece of ass of Mica’s. “It certainly wouldn’t be Bailey. We love the guy, but his set of skills are…”
”Shrimpy.” Casey added with a shrug. “We use him to get into small places but not much more.”
”Uh guys?” Spencer gave a nervous laugh. “Let’s just stay-”
”But he’s obviously the most manliest specimen here, by far!” Mica pressed her body tighter against Bailey, hands rubbing lower and lower on his torso, head tilted in astonishment. “Do you not think the alpha should lead the group?” Her voice was breathy and aroused despite the oddity of her vocabulary.
“Manliness?” Jesse threw his hands up. “I don’t know what rock you grew up under, but no one here has a monopoly on masculinity here lady. Casey’s got a good bod, Spencer’s rich, I’m the tallest, but we’d never consider that one is manlier than the other.”
”Speak for yourself.” Casey scoffed as once more he lifted his shirt to rub those rough cut abs.
“Hmm…” Mica nodded. “I understand your primitive points, but perhaps that’s only because you haven’t compared hammers properly.” She deftly undid Bailey’s jeans with her left hand as she winked.
“What do you mean ‘hammer’?” Morgan furrowed his brow, but the connotations were crystal clear for the other boys.
Bailey blushed but said nothing as this strange woman pulled down his jeans a bit, fished into his down fly and tugged out a semi-erect member which was an absolute jolt to his friends.
It was huge.
They’d probably had seen quick glimpses of each other’s between-the-legs appendages in the shower or when camping, but only now did the other boys come to the realization that they’ve never actually seen Bailey drop his boxers so to speak. Now that fact was downright surprising. It was a forearm with an apple on the end, not even fully erect but looking more impressive then most guy’s biceps they went to school with.
“Holy guacamole!” Harley ran his hand through his spikey hair, lips unable to close. “Do they let you through airport security with that!?”
“My god, dude, how have you been hiding that?” Morgan rubbed his face.
“I told you that I thought I had a big dick…” Bailey was still slightly red in the face but seeing the stunned looks brought his shoulders back and spine firmer. “I mean, don’t pretend you only just noticed.”
Mica cooed as she made a effort to get her thumb and index fingers around the girth, unable to even to get her delicate digits more than halfway. “This is the rod of leadership boys. Perhaps now you understand why I look for him for protection?”
“Pfft.” Casey crossed his arms and turned his back away. “He probably can’t even get it hard…”
The strange woman leaned into Bailey’s ear and whispered something as she petted his chestnut helmet hair. They laughed but it became clear that she was determined to stroke something else beside his ego.
“Can you just put that away?” Spencer sighed. “I get your weird point that Bailey has the big dick and therefore should be our leader, but that’s not how our group goes. We’re equals.” He looked to his other friends, still looking a bit ‘cock-struck’ by this realization. “Now, we’re going to work together to help you keep safe, but we need to know what we’re looking for.”
”Trust me.” She smirked as her hand became a bit of a blur on Bailey’s fully erect meat train. “You’ll know when you see them and they won’t look at you boys as much of a challenge.”
”Good.” Harley rolled his eyes. “Then just stand Bailey by the door as a statue with his dick out and that’ll scare away these big, bad men.”
”Or he’ll just get struck by lightning with that kind of rod sticking out.” Jesse continued to find new places to stare instead of the fapping happening in front of them.
”That’s enough for now, Mica.” Bailey took a step back, freeing his dick from her eager touch. “I mean, if you want to continue, I’m sure that we’ll find a place and-”
*GUEEWWW*
Darkness completely consumed the house, the bright buzzing lights of old lightbulbs gave up the ghost with a burst as suddenly Spencer couldn’t see in front of his hands.
“They’re here!” Mica cried out with a gasp.
“The fuck happened?” Casey’s voice whimpered out. “I was told that the lights wouldn’t go out while I was here.” The friends indeed had told him that there would be lights on during this storm, his slightly nyctophobia quite debilitating for the cocky young man.
“Some fuse must have gone out or something.” Jesse cried over his friend’s whimpering. “We’ll get it fixed in no time, don’t worry man.”
Suddenly a bright light came onto the shivering Casey, Bailey grinning brightly as he shone his phone on him. “Sure glad I brought this phone then!”
“Phone?” The light pointed over to Morgan. “Man, I thought we didn’t bring those on our trips. The point is to get away from it all, you know?”
“Well, who’s laughing now?” Bailey laughed boomed out with a shrug. “It seems like a damn good idea at the moment!”
“See?” Mica trilled from her lips, still hugging Bailey tightly as her hands rubbed worshippingly up and down her body. “Such leadership just naturally comes from Bailey. He’s your natural superio-”
“Alright guys.” Spencer clapped his hands over the growing grumble from his friends. “This is an old ass house with some old ass wiring. Surely what happened was something shorted and if we can hit a switch or something, we can get the power back on real fast.”
”I agree with Spencer here guys, let’s not just sit on our asses and be scared of the dark.” Bailey said between slopping lips, no doubt having his tongue already deep in Mica’s devoted mouth.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Now I don’t know exactly where the power box in place is, but I’m sure if we split up, we’ll find it real quick.”
”I-In groups?” Casey added.
“Of course man.” Spencer nodded to the dark shadow of his friend. “I’ll break us-”
”Me and Mica will check the bedrooms upstairs, alright?” They both giggled in unison as the smacking tongues continue to coordinate.
“Fine.” Spencer sighed. “We’ll make sure to send the rest to actual useful locations. The attic, the basement, the kitchen. We’ll try to avoid going outside if possible.”
”So how will we break?” Jesse stood closer to Harley, knowing full well who he wanted to be with.
“You head to the attic, you two head to the basement, and you’ll come with me to the kitchens.” Spencer was the captain of three teams in his high school, so the responsibility of leadership came easy to him.
“Uh, man?” The voice of Morgan spoke up. “We can’t see who you’re pointing at. It’s dark, remember?”
Spencer blushed. “Oh right… Um give me a second…”
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