They laid down on the bed and began what I suppose could be considered foreplay. It was glaringly apparent to all three of us that she was considerably more experienced than Dexter was. Rigidly erect, all I could do was sit in silence watching events unfold as they ran their hands all over each other's bodies and shifted positions back and forth on the bed.

This only went on for about 20 minutes or so before he rolled onto his back revealing the return of his club-like erection. "You're so big, let me get on top at the beginning," the girl purred. As much of an empty suit braggart and blowhard as Dexter was, I really did have to be happy for him as I saw the ear-splitting grin on his face as she slowly and easily impaled herself on his enormous, thick penis. In one slow, steady, continuous move she slid all the way down his length until she hit bottom and sat there astride him, looking down at him and smiling. "God I love doing that to a man," she said almost conversationally.

After a few minutes she began moving up and down, small motions at first to get herself accustomed to his amazing length and thickness, then more and more until she was taking him in and out of her in long strokes that exposed almost all of his cock except for the purple head, then forced him all the way back inside her again. In just a few minutes, he started bucking his hips and she reached behind her into the dense forest of hair between his legs, pulled his heavy balls up in the air and squeezed them. "Easy, lover, take it slow. We've got all evening," she whispered.

This seemed to calm him down and she went back to riding him slowly for another minute or two. Then she leaned in, buried him all the way up insider her. Hugged him tight, and rolled him over. This had the happy coincidence or them rotating slightly so I was looking straight up his back, the muscles in his shoulders flexing and the incredible thicket of hair at the base of his back that flared out onto his hairy ass, his huge bull balls nestled between his legs.

"Now. FUCK ME." she ordered. A quick study, I had to give Dexter credit, he began trying to duplicate the almost-all-the-way-out/all-the-way-back-in thrusting she had been doing to him. Things went well for a little while. And then he pulled back just slightly too far, and his huge, red swollen cock fell out of her. Groaning, almost whimpering with frustration, he tried to put it back inside her, but he'd never done that before, and it took several seconds of fumbling before he figured it out and slid back up inside her again. I had to bite my hand to stop myself from laughing. He was obviously going to go pretty far in the sack department, but he sure wasn't there yet. In the meantime, clumsy and clueless just as I'd expected he'd be.

He picked up the pace a bit, fell out of her once more, got back in again a little faster and then seemed to get the hang of it. Gradually, their movements together grew faster, then almost frenzied, and then they both began groaning and crying out in mutually approaching simultaneous orgasm. It'll probably never get better for him than this I thought to myself. Just as his cries turned into shouts as his orgasm slammed through him he fell out of her again, and it was almost primal the way he slammed his way back so he could finish coming inside her. At this point, it really wasn't clear whether she'd gotten off or not, though she did seem to have enjoyed herself.

He rolled off of her and launched into a spiel about how much he liked her and how much he wanted to see her again and when could he take her out on another date. I could see the bemused expression on her face, she was clearly waiting for him to run out of steam. "Well, whadya think?" he asked, taking his still dripping flaccid cock and slapping it gently on her leg. God what an idiot I thought to myself.

Mystery Girl didn't mince words. "You're pretty hot for a high school guy, but you've got an awful lot to learn. I generally only do this with guys like you just once. Find yourself a girl who's as inexperienced as you are, and figure it out together." His face fell, he'd obviously figured he'd waltz into Instant Sex Life and now realized he'd have to go back to his pathetic attempts at working it until he got lucky again.

Not much to say after that so they got dressed and left and in a moment I could hear his Jeep driving away. I slipped out of the closet, out of the house and was home jerking off furiously probably before he'd even gotten out of the neighborhood.

Monday morning as I entered the locker room at school, I could hear his booming voice, "Yeah, I fucked her four times, she said I was the best lay she'd ever had. She's coming back on Friday, she said she can't wait for more!"

I rounded the corner and he exclaimed, "Hey, Jerry Can! Mom said you stopped by the other night. Too bad you didn't stay, Have I got news for you! Wait'll you hear what I did!"

I'd just read a story about the rock band Cheap Trick and unbidden, I remembered a quote from the singer - when it comes to sex, men always lie and women always tell the truth. Settling back to endure Dexter's exaggerated and over-embellished account of his recent escapade, I wondered to myself, how did a dork like him ever get a hottie like that into the sack in the first place?