Allie and the Wrestlers

Allie had fucked four of the boys on the wrestling team – boys from four different weight classes. The smallest was 112 pounds, the largest 189 pounds. They all knew about it, and so I think did most of the junior class, and probably half the rest of the school, too. Not that our school was so big, with only about 100 students per grade. That meant everyone knew whom everyone else was fucking. But as much fucking as was going on that year, none of the gossip came attached to quite the repute of Allie’s collection of wrestlers.

She went to all the home matches. Sometimes she managed to drag me along. Allie didn’t care for the sport itself, or really for any sport. I’m not sure she even paid any attention – she certainly didn’t cheer or even seem to be inwardly rooting for any of the boys or the team. She didn’t seem to care who won. She said she just had something for the outfits and the sweating and the grunting. It never carried any magic for me, though I couldn’t help admitting several of the boys were awful cute.

Besides being totally uninterested in the sport, the other thing that made Allie’s numerous encounters with the wrestling boys somewhat odd, and thus lended it even greater notoriety, was the fact that she was a remarkably introverted girl. I’m not sure she’d ever really even held a conversation with any of the boys she fucked. Allie was known as a shy girl. And so, because she never acknowledged the scandalous trysts in public, I think at least half the students disbelieved the gossip outright.

Allie made me do the seducing – or recruiting – each time, and each time she made me watch. The first time, when she fucked Nick, the 130-pound senior, she convinced me to invite him to fuck her. She told me just what to say, and after some pitiful pleading on her part, I agreed. I walked straight up to Nick at his locker and told him, “Allie Michaels has a crush on you, and she wants to know if you will sleep with her.”

Nick nearly dropped his books. He immediately assumed I was joking, that his buddies had put me up to it. No one in their right mind would believe Allie to be capable of involvement in such a plot. And though I had quietly been somewhat promiscuous, my reputation was pretty untarnished itself. But that isn’t why Nick knew he could trust me. He knew better because we’d hooked up a few times during our sophomore year.

“Are you for real?” Nick asked.

“Yeah. I’m not shitting,” I assured him. “She’s dead serious.”

That’s when Nick saw Allie peaking around the corner about 50 feet away, and that’s when he first allowed himself to entertain the notion that we might not be involved in a prank after all.

“I don’t get it,” said Nick, still looking over my shoulder at Allie. I didn’t bother to check, but I imagine she was coyly looking back at him from down the hall. “What am I supposed to say?”

“I guess you should just say yes or no,” I replied. “I mean, you either want to fuck her or you don’t.”

“It’s that simple?” Nick asked. “I just say yes and we have sex?”

“You go to Allie’s house after school today. You have sex. You leave,” I explained. “Oh, and I will be there, too. But you don’t get to touch me.”

Nick’s eyes finally returned to my face. “Shhhhit,” he said. “I don’t know about this…”

“Don’t you think she’s hot?” I asked.

“Well, sure,” Nick said, glancing back up at Allie. “She’s cute. I mean, all the guys think she’s cute. She’s got something going on.” He looked back at me again. “But it’s just so weird. I can’t believe you’re serious.”

“Believe it. We’ll be waiting at my car in the parking lot after the last bell,” I said.

“You mean right after school?” Nick said. “Shit, I have wrestling practice, I can’t go then.”

“You can be late to practice,” I told him. “Allie says she’ll make it worth your while.”

Nick was still blushing. “Okay, okay,” he conceded. “I’ll be there.”

“Good,” I said. “Don’t tell your friends. If it looks like anyone is onto this, you lose your chance,” I told him. “And you can’t tell them afterwards, either,” I said, knowing that was asking too much. He assured me it would be kept confidential. I didn’t believe him, but at least I’d covered that base.


Allie rode up front with me, Nick rode in the back. No one talked. Not a word the whole way to Allie’s house.

Her folks weren’t home, and wouldn’t be home for hours. Allie disappeared and left me standing with Nick in the living room for a minute. He looked at me, sheepishly, and said he still couldn’t believe this was happening. He said he was waiting for “the guys” to jump out laughing at him. I assured him he was the only guy around.

Allie returned from upstairs holding a bottle of whiskey. She took a swig off it and handed it to Nick. He took a sip and passed it to me. I set it down. I didn’t think alcohol was a sensible ingredient to add to this seemingly senseless affair I’d been asked to chaperone.

“So…” Nick said.

“So take your clothes off,” Allie said. Those were her first words since Nick arrived at my car after school.

“I’ll be in the other room,” I announced.

Allie turned to me. “No. I want you to stay here. I want you to be here.”

I was surprised. I had agreed to stay for her safety, but I didn’t think that required me being in the same room. Surely she could yell out if Nick had gotten out of hand, assuming that was why she wanted an escort.

“I really don’t want to watch,” I said squarely. “No offense, it’s just not my thing.”

“You don’t have to watch,” Allie said. “Just please don’t leave the room.”

I sat down and picked up a book from the coffee table. I never even opened it.

Nick stood still for a moment. Allie saw he was being bashful, so she took her shirt off, revealing a lace bra cupping her two small but plump breasts. Nick stared straight at them for what he surely thought was a mere instant but was actually well over a second, then he glanced away nonchalantly.

A second later, Allie’s hands unclasped her bra and it was on the floor. Her small breasts, firm and perky as they naturally were, hardly moved a bit. Next, off came Allie’s pants. She kicked them away. She was wearing no socks, and her shoes she’d slipped off at the door.

Nick didn’t move. He just watched. He looked Allie up and down. She reveled in his gaze, now wearing nothing more than a pink, low-rise boy brief thong – basically a strap of fabric maybe 4 inches wide with a narrow crotch sewn across it – wrapping straight around her hips and plunging into the cleavage of her ass cheeks. She looked marvelous to me, and I think also to Nick. She was slightly skinny. Her hair was cut short and awkward, longer on one side than the other, dyed a slightly unnatural red. Her skin was pale and lightly freckled, but she was magnificent at that moment – the introverted girl who shed her shyness before our eyes.

“Now you,” Allie said to Nick.

He complied, somewhat clumsily. His shirt came off easily enough, exposing his hard pecks and abdomen. His skin was deeply tanned, with dark clumps of hair forming in a vertical line below, around and above his naval, and also around his brown nipples.

He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down around his ankles, revealing black boxer briefs that tightly hugged thick legs and a bulging penis. I have to admit I stirred a bit when I first saw the contents of Nick’s pants.

Nick had some trouble getting his jeans off over his feet, but he managed not to fall over in the attempt. After a few seconds of awkwardness, both Nick and Allie stood directly across from each other, staring. I couldn’t help watching.

Allie slipped her thumbs beneath the waist of her underwear and guided them down her legs, letting them fall from her knees to her ankles. She gently stepped out of them and left them on the floor.

“Look,” she said, staring straight ahead at Nick as he slowly approached her. “I don’t want to kiss or anything. I don’t want to suck your dick or whatever. I just want you to stick it in my pussy and fuck me. Before you come, I want you to pull out. Don’t you dare come inside me. Is that cool?”

I almost giggled. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Uh, sure, okay, whatever you want,” Nick said, happy to oblige the odd request.

“And don’t come on me, either,” Allie added. “This isn’t a porno.”

Allie stepped toward him and slipped his underwear off. His cock sprung right out. It was more impressive than I remembered. Not as big in any aspect as a couple I had touched, but bigger than most. His scrotum sagged freely behind it – they were perhaps the more impressive feature, seemingly filled with voluminous balls.

Allie wrapped her hand around Nick’s erect penis for a few seconds. She purred in delight, then, walking backwards, she used it to pull Nick toward the couch. She crawled onto her hands and knees on the couch and guided Nick in behind her. He clasped her hips with either hand and, with a bite of his lip, glided straight into Allie’s waiting, evidently well-lubricated cunt.

Allie moaned. “Fuck me!” she exclaimed.

Now I was hot. I could barely contain myself. I wanted to touch myself. I was getting wet. I’d never really watched other people have sex before. I’d been present before, but it was usually while I was having sex. And I’d certainly never watched a young slut lose her virginity. And of course I never would have dreamed it would happen in such a way. You simply don’t picture a girl willingly, at her own initiative, getting poked doggy style the first time she ever has sex. But there it was, happening before my very eyes.

The distinct sound of Nick’s pelvis slapping against Allie’s ass was exquisite. He began to thrust into Allie with abandon. By the tenth stroke, he was really getting into it, and so was Allie.

“That’s it,” she cried out. “Fuck that pussy! Fuck it good.” Allie gave herself a couple of firm spanks on the right ass cheek. Nick pumped harder.

By the thirtieth stroke, no more than half a minute into the event, Nick grunted and hunched over Allie. With a spasm, Nick extracted his cock from Allie’s pussy and grabbed it with his right hand. Allie flung herself around to watch, sitting her bottom right down on the couch, putting her face but a foot from Nick’s cock.

Nick held out a cupped left hand and shot his white sugar right into it, spurt after spurt. He ejaculated so hard, come splashed off of his hand and droplets scattered about the couch and the floor next to it. After about six or seven solid streams of come, Nick stopped stroking and collapsed onto the couch.

Experience had taught me that even guys younger than Nick were usually ashamed and embarrassed to come so quickly during intercourse, but Nick didn’t seem upset. Perhaps he didn’t care if Allie had been satisfied, but I think even more likely the strangeness of the whole event had lent a surreal air. Or maybe he just didn’t know coming in 30 seconds made one a poor lover.

In any case, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“Is that all you have to offer,” I asked? “That’s the first time this girl ever had sex, and that’s all you can give her?”

“Leave him alone,” Allie protested. “I thought it was great.”

Sure, she had seemed to enjoy the brief episode, but brief it had been indeed. And she surely had not experienced an orgasm.

“I’m sorry,” Nick said, finally duly embarrassed. “But it’s the first time I ever had sex, too.”

He escaped to the bathroom with his clothes, then reappeared just long enough to tell Allie he’d enjoyed the fuck, apologize again, say thank you, and ask me for a ride back to school so he could attend wrestling practice, albeit late and somewhat fatigued.



In the first month, Allie never fucked any of the boys more than once – not in a given session, and not in a separate session.