Message-ID: <21367asstr$943164601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: storiesman@aol.comAdmin (The Archive) Subject: {ASSM} Kristen - Transfer Student 1 (mf, teens, 1st) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <19991120180558.06231.00000252@ng-fl1.aol.com> Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 01:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw This is a rewrite that Kristen gave me to post some time ago. I'm just getting around to posting it now. Destroy any older version of this story that may be kicking around on your hard drive because it was riddled with errors. [This is a version that only time and experience makes worthwhile reading.] Archive name: student.txt (mf, voy, rp, blkmail, v) Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker Story title : The Transfer Student Part 1 of 3 ------------------------------------------------------ Copyright (c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial free sites, or in the free area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ The Transfer Student by Kristen 8/97 (edited 11/99) It was Robyn Berry's first day at Mountain View High School. Her father's company had transferred her family to Denver Colorado during the summer. And Robyn hadn't had a chance to meet any of the other juniors in her class yet. She felt a little nervous walking around campus not knowing anyone; it was an unpleasant change from her old school, being a stranger. That first day dragged on, until the final bell rang, and all the kids hit the doors in a loud torrent of noise, running and yelling as they left the school-day behind them. Robyn had been a little surprised at all the casual attitudes and unruly behavior that she'd seen during that first day at her new school. Having spent the first two years of her high school experience at St. Mary's Catholic School in Freeport New York, she was used to much more supervision during school hours. She had noticed boys kissing girls in the halls, and several couples were acting disgracefully intimate right there in front of everybody. Robyn wasn't sure if she was going to fit in at this new school; everything made her so uncomfortable. As she walked toward the parking lot thinking these thoughts, a loud noise startled her. She spun around, heart pounding in fright, to see two boys running toward her as if all hell had broken loose. The boy on the right grabbed her arm and breathing hard, whispered harshly to her, "Pretend that we've been walking together!" The boy quickly pulled his jacket off and shoved it under her arm, and without another word he started to leave the campus grounds, firmly holding her arm. The boy that had been with him did the same thing to another girl several feet away. Suddenly a school security guard came running around the corner of the building, yelling, "Did anyone see two boys running past here?" he looked directly at Robyn and the boy with her, then at the other boy and girl. The boy beside her said, "Yes we saw two guys jump that fence just before you came around the corner. They were really going fast. What-did-they do?" The guard mumbled something about vandalism, and stalked off. Robyn had been in a mild state of shock, standing there with knees trembling, not knowing what to do or say. She knew that if the man had asked her any questions, she wouldn't have been able to utter a word. But as the security guard left to go back into the school building, she started to get mad. How dare this boy use her like that, how dare he! She dis- engaged his arm from hers and turned to face him. "Are you the vandal that he was talking about?" As she asked this question she noticed for the first time what he looked like, she had been too frightened to see anything before. The boy was several inches taller than she was, probably 5'7" or 8" and really very handsome. He had black hair, in kind of an Elvis Presley unkempt style, and very dark brown eyes. Robyn noticed his lips; she liked the way they curled at the edges. But his looks didn't change a thing, as far as his actions in involving her in his little prank. "Do you always go around grabbing strange girls, and getting them involved in your problems?" She shot him a withering stare, "Not very manly to hide behind a woman is it?" The boy just stood there in front of her, looking at her quietly. Then all at once his eyes lit up, and his face broke into a wonderful smile. He held his hand out to her as if to shake hands and said, "Pardon my actions beautiful, had I known it was you, I'd have laid my life down to protect you. My names Max, and that scruffy looking dude over there is Jerry. We got in a little trouble back there, but it wasn't our doing. I get in trouble all the time because I say it like it is, and the football team doesn't like me for it." Robyn asked, a little less miffed now, "What are you talking about?" The other boy and girl came over to them and stood waiting. Max said, "You could call me a smart-ass I guess, I'm always pointing out the obvious, like what a bunch of losers the football players at this school are. And for some reason they take offense to that." He flashed that smile again. After that, he introduced Jerry's girlfriend whose name was Kelly, and invited Robyn to the Phoenix, a cafe where apparently all the kids hung out after school. But Robyn had had all the new experiences she cared to have for one day and excused herself. But Max wouldn't let her walk home alone, so finally she gave in and let him walk by her side all the way to her house. * That night at dinner Robyn got the third degree about her day. Her parents were very conscientious about their only child. They wanted to make sure she was safe and happy. In short they wanted to know every- thing that went on in her young life. "Robyn, how were things at school today?" her father asked while he served himself a portion of casserole. Robyn didn't want to complain about her school, and couldn't really talk to her parents about how she felt, because she really didn't want to go to a Catholic School again. She had insisted that she be allowed to attend a public school, and if she made the smallest complaint or let them know how confused she was they'd probably force her into a private school immediately. "Things were fine today dad, I figured out how things work, and feel pretty good about the place." She smiled. Robyn's mother looked at her silently. Her father said, "Well you know, if things don't work out, you can always enroll at St. Bartholomew's. I hear that their academic record is unparalleled in both mathematics, and English literature. And you know how much you like those subjects." "Yes daddy, but things seem to be working out just fine at Mountain View." She said, trying to sound confident. After dinner, Robyn helped her mother clear up the plates and things. And as they were loading the dishwasher her mother said, "Robyn, you know that we love you, and that we're proud of you. You've always been such a good girl, and you're so smart. I trust you to make the right decisions." With that she wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and turned to leave. Robyn wasn't sure what her mother was trying to tell her, so she asked what she had meant by 'trust her to make the right decisions'. Her mother looked a little embarrassed, and stuttered nervously, saying, "Baby, it's just that you've always been in a pro- tected environment, and now that you're in a public school, and in a strange city... well I guess I worry about you." She sighed, then concluded, "I just hope that you aren't hurt by anyone, and that you meet nice people, that's all." Robyn looked at the worry-lines etched on her mother's pretty face, and hugged her tightly, reassuring her that she could take care of herself. * That night Robyn couldn't sleep. She was nervous about school, and Max, and Jerry and Kelly, and the events of the day. It all sacred her deep-down inside. Just too many things were different, but it also excited her more than anything had ever before. Robyn really liked that boy, he was so smooth. (A term her and her girlfriends had used for boys that looked dreamy.) Her thoughts turned to Max, and her teenage fan- tasies about a silver clad knight on a white horse began their familiar swirl through her thoughts. As she thought about Max, and what he'd be like, Robyn began to brush her erect nipples with her fingers. This fantasy was her favorite, and Max fit the bill perfectly. Although she'd never actually sleep with Max, Robyn did have a healthy teenager's sex drive. The thought of the handsome boy making love to her was all it took to bring her graceful hand to rest between her silken thighs. As Robyn slowly massaged her breasts and her mons, she brought herself to another sweet orgasm. It was always the same, and 'dreamy boy's' would always make her come. At least in her dreams. She would certainly never do anything like that in real life. Not until she was married, and then, she knew that she'd want to do it every night. She could imagine that, and the imagining made her excited again, and shortly she had another, longer more intense orgasm. And after a time, Robyn drifted off to sleep. Her last conscious thought was, 'let tomorrow take care of it's self', and a quick flash of an image of her fantasy Max naked, standing before her. * Robyn's mother called out, "Robyn, better get the lead out, you'll be late if you don't leave right now!" But Robyn wasn't ready to leave just then. She'd gotten up on time, and had eaten a fast breakfast, but she just wasn't satisfied with her clothes. This was the third change that she'd gone through, and she was still unhappy with the effect. But time was up and she had to leave for school and another stressful day at Mountain View High. Leaving through the front door Robyn stopped still in her tracks as she saw Max standing almost exactly where she'd left him the night before. She had the strange feeling that he'd stood there all night, but knew better. "Hi beautiful, sleep well?" Robyn looked into his eyes trying to tell if he meant anything by that statement. Why would he say something about her sleep unless he's seen her? There's no way, she thought. She covered up her uncertainty, and gave him a brilliant smile saying, "Yes Max, I always sleep well, thanks for asking." They walked to school together, Robyn trying to get information about the town and school, and Max trying to get information about Robyn. Since it was just a ten minute walk, neither one got very much of what they sought. Robyn found out that the school revolved around foot- ball, and that the players where some kind of god-like boys that could do no wrong, and that she would pro- bably like Mr. Stephens their homeroom teacher, and probably not like the principal Mrs. Lucas. Max didn't find out much, he just looked at her a lot. Robyn was 5'5" maybe 120 lbs., and beautiful. Max thought that the nickname he'd given her "Beautiful" really fit. He knew that her hair was really blonde, no way to fake those highlights, and she had such a supple body, and graceful way about her. She was different from all the girls he'd known in town. "Max! Are you listening to me?" Max jumped, he'd been walking beside this beauty, drinking in her loveliness, and not listening to a word she was saying. "Sorry, I guess I have a lot on my mind. What were you saying?" "Typical man, why don't guy's ever listen?" Robyn was smiling, and not really put out. But Max silently answered her question with the thought, 'Hard to hear though all those good looks baby.' * School was going great, Robyn quickly found that she would have no trouble remaining at the top of her class. She enjoyed the challenge, and even thought she might come out at the top of the Junior class if she applied herself. Things developed with Max, and the gang. Robyn became part of the tapestry of daily life at Mountain View High. After school she would invariably end up at the Phoenix, and hang out for a couple of hours. But she would always excuse herself in plenty of time to get her homework done. Her social life and academic life were going great. And her parents where proud of her. The only cloud on Robyn's horizon, was the animosity between Max's faction, and Taylor Carry the captain of the football team, and the football 'groupies', as Max called them. There was constant rivalry, and conflict between these two groups of students. Robyn tried to stay friends with everyone, but one day some of the boys on the team cornered Max and Jerry by themselves and beat them up. Robyn was mad that they could get away with something like that, and went to the principal Mrs. Lucas, to complain. She had been told in no uncertain terms that it was Max's fault, and to mind her own business. After that there was no love lost between Robyn and the football team captain. She knew that it was Taylor who had personally beaten up Max. And Max made it worse by saying it didn't matter; that things like that happened in life. This was also the event that made Robyn change her direction in life. Max looked so much in pain as she helped him home that afternoon. He was leaning on her shoulder as he limped up to his front door. They entered the quite house, and Max yelled for his mother. "Damn, I forgot. She's at Aunt Lori's today. Oh well beautiful, I can take it from here," he said. "There's no way I'm leaving you until you're tucked up in bed. I know you Max, you'll sit around and watch TV and eat potato chips all afternoon." Not listening to any arguments, Robyn led him up the carpeted stairway. "You get out of those dirty clothes and into a robe, and I'll get a hot bath going for you." Max looking at his very determined, very attractive girlfriend, shrugged, then limped into his bedroom to follow orders. Robyn wasn't sure how to care for Max, but her heart went out to him. She thought that maybe it was her maternal instinct taking over, but she felt kind of aroused by Max's obvious vulnerability. Seeing a Max who wasn't in complete control of the situation made Robyn feel loving and close to him. As she tested the water filling the big bathtub, Max stepped in behind her. "Hey beautiful, I really appreciate this." Robyn stood up in front of him and was enveloped in his arms and was rewarded with a kiss, and brief Hug. In a rather husky voice she said, "You better get in there while the waters hot." As Max stepped into the tub, Robyn pulled his robe down and away from his body letting it drop to the floor. She couldn't stop her- self, and knew that what she was doing was wrong, but at that moment it just seemed so right. She just had to see what damage had been done to his body, she also wanted to see if he measured up to her fantasy of him. Max was startled as he felt his robe being pulled away. He'd expected Robyn to wait in the bedroom for him, or maybe in the hall so they could talk. But this was totally out of character for his girlfriend. She stood there, first looking directly into his eyes, then looking at the bruises on his neck and shoulders. Max felt an electric current run through his body, as her eyes dropped down to look at his manhood. Max felt himself become instantly hard. He quickly finished stepping into the big Jacuzzi style tub and sat in the hot water, then stretched out full length in the muscle relaxing hot water, expelling an, "Ahhhh." as he set- tled in. All muscles relaxed - but one. Robyn couldn't believe it; he looked better than she'd imagined. A boy's body was beautiful to look at, so different than a girl's, so muscley, and brown. The bruises where terrible intrusions into Robyn's fantasy, but they weren't too bad. Then she felt her face become hot with embarrassment as she realizes that she had been staring at Max's erection, and now Max was watching her stare. She couldn't help it, her eyes as if all by themselves began to roam up and down Max's naked body. Robyn's blood began to rush through her veins as she saw Max's swollen penis magnified in the water. She hadn't known what to expect, but to see him have an erection in front of her like that was beyond anything she'd ever fantasized about. He was beautiful; IT was beautiful. Robyn, unable to speak, she just knelt down beside him and watched. The sight of her boyfriend sitting naked in the hot clear water mesmerized her. Max started to wash his shoulders in an awkward self- conscious way, until Robyn realized that her staring was making him uncomfortable. Without a word she took the wash cloth from his bruised hand, and said, "I might as well be of some use, lean forward handsome, and let me wash your back." Max painfully leaned forward and Robyn began to gently wash him. She dipped the washcloth into the tub and ran the hot water over his back then swirled the cloth in hand all over his back. Soon the cloth was dropped in the water and just her hand was rubbing his back. 'Bare skin on bare skin', Robyn thought, as she rubbed her boyfriend's back. After she had finished his back Max laid back and relaxed in the tub. They were talking now, about small things, things they both had experienced, things that couples share. Robyn was kneeling at the side of the tub washing his shoulders and chest, and Max was enjoying the sensa- tions of her hands on his skin and her eyes on his body. He had never had an experience like this before. He was surprised that it was so intense just knowing that his beautiful girlfriend was looking at him. He kept his eyes closed, because he didn't think he could take watching Robyn watching him for very long. Then... Max jumped as Robyn's hand swooped down his chest to his crotch. "Wow! How about warning a guy!" then, 'Hmmmmm, that's really nice Robyn, yeah..." Robyn had run her hand down to Max's hard-on, on impulse. She had been looking at it through the water, but the soap was starting to obscure it from view, and the thought of what it would feel like was over- powering... to her amazement, he felt soft and silky. Robyn had never though about what a boy's penis would feel like, but soft and silky wasn't what she'd expected. She ran her hand down to cup his testicles, and gave them a light squeeze, she knew that boys where sen- sitive there, so she was careful. Then she ran her fingers up his shaft, then around its swollen head. "Mmmmm, Max you feel heavenly." She said as she grasped his erection a little harder, and began to jack him. She knew about male masturbation, but only what books could tell her, and she hoped she was doing it right. Max was lying like a live wire in the water. He wasn't sure where this would lead, he was totally surprised by Robyn's actions so far, but when she started to masturbate him, all he could do was lay there with his eyes closed and let the sensations rush over his body. As Robyn brought him closer to orgasm, Max thought about her, and the possibility that they might have sex. He had thought their relationship was going to be a platonic one, because of the way Robyn had always acted, but new possibilities were crowding his mind. He felt so good, she was making him come, "Unggh... Ahhhhhhhhh, Robyn, Oh yeah, oh god...YES!" Robyn watched her sweetheart squirming in the water as she masturbated him. She couldn't believe how hot it made her to watch him take his pleasure in her hand. Then suddenly her eyes were riveted to his penis, white jets of sperm began to shoot from his pinkish purple cock-helmet. (She giggled a little when she thought of the description that had popped into her mind.) The sight of him coming was just so erotic, she thought. First one big spurt shot up and hit his chest, then smaller ones splattered onto his stomach. As his come began to ebb, Robyn could see the strings of sperm begin to sink into the water. She noticed some of his sperm on her fingers also, and without really thinking about it she brought her hand to her lips all the while looking into her boy- friend's eyes, and licked the glob of sperm from her fingers. Afraid that it would taste funny, Robyn was determined not to make a face in front of Max, but it turned out to taste okay, in her aroused state, it actually tasted sexy to her. Then a moment of silence as the two young people stared into each other's eyes... realizing what had just happened. Max reached for Robyn, "Robyn, why don't you come in the tub with me, there's plenty of room?" "I have all my clothes on silly, and besides you're bruised and need to rest." Max smiled, and said, "I feel like a million dollars, I just wanted to return the favor." Robyn was sorely tempted to undress then and there, but she wasn't on the pill (mental note: probably should take care of that) and she knew that one thing would lead to another, and it all came back to pregnancy. "Max I want to but I can't now, maybe another time, but..." Max had taken hold of Robyn's hand and was gently pulling her toward him, she was forced to move forward, or fight him, and she didn't want to hurt him. So she was slowly pulled into the tub of water with Max. The sensation of being in a bathtub of warm water fully clothed was strange to Robyn. The clothes clung to her skin, she hadn't even taken off her shoes, and they were filling with water. Max scooted over to one side and Robyn sank to her neck in the warm water. As she lay there she could see a little floating string of Max's sperm settle against her jeans clad thigh. Max was all attention now. No longer the passive recipient. He wanted to return the feeling that Robyn had given him, but he knew he couldn't fuck her. He loved her too much to get her pregnant. It was going to be hard for him, because he knew he could do it if he really wanted to. He knew he could get her to do it with him. Robyn was warm and aroused by the experience she'd just gone through, and now her boyfriend's hand was massaging her breast, now her nipple. She was in her personal fantasy, but now it was a boy doing it to her instead of herself. It felt... fantastic. Her eyes flew open when Max's hand slipped into her blouse, and over her soapy breasts. 'God what a feeling,' she thought. Max was hard again, and fighting his urges, he just wanted to give Robyn an orgasm, he had to keep that in mind as he began to unbutton her blouse. Then her bra, then his lips were on her nipples, one then the other. Then his hand was at her pants, then in her panties... Robyn had a vague idea that things probably where going too far, but she trusted Max, she loved him. Max pushed her wet panties down her thighs, then he was rubbing her, and her private fantasy was in full swing. Robyn began to fantasize what it would be like to have Max between her legs. To have his big swollen maleness buried deep inside of her. As Max began to finger his beautiful girlfriend's slit, he thought to himself, 'I don't think I can stand this much longer.' Robyn was pushing herself onto Max's fingers, rubbing herself against him, faster. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, as Max brought her closer to an orgasm. Max reached out with his foot and flicked the drain on the tub. The water level began to drop, and at the same time Max eased himself on top Robyn's wet body. There they were - two teenage kids, the boy totally naked, and the pretty young girl under him with her jeans pulled down to her ankles and her sodden blouse completely open. Robyn gasped as Max entered her. The pressure of his body on top of hers pushed her down into the water, so that her ears went under, but her face was still exposed to the air. In that position Robyn couldn't hear anything. Total silence was her world, as the young boy began to move within her. The only thing Robyn could hear now was her own heartbeat. It was pounding hard in her chest; the sound was internal, deafening. Every nerve was taught, as the young couple thrashed in the disap- pearing water, making love in earnest. It flashed through Robyn's brain like a beacon, 'We're doing it. We're really doing it.' She wasn't sure what to think, her thoughts just wouldn't come together. Max was trusting in and out of her, and she was pres- sing herself back at him almost in a reflex action. She was reaching her orgasm fast now. The thought of having Max on top of her and in her was pushing her toward a gigantic orgasm. Max just couldn't stop himself. Robyn was just too beautiful, just too sexy looking to allow him the control he wanted to show. And now the feeling of her, it was just too much. With one final firmly held thrust Max emptied himself into his lovely bath mate, making a low groaning noise as he came. The water in the tub was just about gone now, and the first thing Robyn heard as her ears cleared the water was Max's groan as he came in her. Her eyes where wide open as he came, she could feel him pulsing inside her. She knew instinctively what was happening, and she made a little noise as she started her own orgasm in response to her lover's passion. Robyn's beautiful young body began to buck uncontrol- lably under the boy's as she reached the mind-numbing zenith of her own orgasm. All she could say was, "Max, oh Max..." As the young couple began to regain their senses, they saw the comedy in the situation. Here they were in an empty bathtub, wet and entwined. Robyn was the first to start giggling, then Max chuckled and then they were both laughing and hugging. But after a moment it was time to think about what had happened, and Max began to worry that he'd put his sweet heart in jeopardy. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me, I didn't mean for this to happen, Honest I didn't." Robyn was worried too, but she said, "I wanted it just as much as you did, Max. If I didn't it wouldn't have happened. I just need to get on the pill, because I have to have some more of that!" Tweaking Max's now semi-limp penis. She looked at it and said, "oh my, watch it grow. Guess I'd better dry off and get some- thing on before we have a repeat performance." With that they both padded bare-foot into Max's bedroom wrapped in towels. Robyn put on Max's robe and went down stairs to dry her clothes in the laundry dryer, and Max slowly dressed, thinking the whole time about Robyn's wonderful body, and the pleasure he'd just had. Continued in part 2... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ========================================= The Kristen Archives can be reached at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/ To keep it free visit http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ========================================= -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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