Spitroast

Linda was just eighteen, near the end of her senior year in high school. She had long brown hair, full, larger-than-average, but firm breasts, and a cute round ass. And she knew it. She was a Christian, though, and had taken a vow of chastity in spite of, or perhaps because of, the strong sexual urges she was beginning to feel.

Ben was cute, and Linda thought of him as her boyfriend, but she hadn’t put that in words—at least not with him—she didn’t want to encourage him to make intimate advances. She went out with Ben, but only in social settings or small groups, never alone. Ben was muscular and handsome, and there was sexual electricity between them. Linda felt drawn to him and wasn’t sure she would be able to hold herself back if they were alone and Ben approached her sexually.

Tonight, after dinner, she had a study date with Ben and their mutual friend Phil at Phil’s house. She assumed Phil’s parents would be there, and that Phil’s presence would prevent any intimacy with Ben. In truth, she felt attracted to Phil as well. Ben was dark-haired and well built, while Phil was taller, slender and blonde, but both boys—men now, really—appealed to her physically, and she liked them both well, though her feelings for Ben were stronger.

Phil met her at the door. “Hey, Linda. Ben’s already here. We’re studying in my room. Come on up.”

Susan entered, but hung back by the door. “I should say hi to your folks first.”

Phill grinned. “You’re so sweet. My folks are gone for the weekend. I’ll tell them you said hi, though.” He headed up the stairs then and, after a moment, Linda followed.

Ben was seated on an easy chair in front of Phil’s computer. He looked up and smiled as Linda entered, and she felt a familiar stirring inside, but fought to push it down. They were here to help each other with an assignment, to write an essay, each describing the film that had moved them the most, and why. As usual, none of them had started their essays yet.

“I haven’t even picked a movie,” Linda confessed.

“Watch this one with me,” Ben suggested, patting the top of the ottoman next to his chair and clicking a file on Phil’s computer. “I find it moves me. Really strongly.”

“Me too,” said Phil.“ Ben and I were just watching it, and I found it incredibly… stirring.”

“Okay,” Linda acquiesced, “I’m curious what you guys both find so moving.” She perched on the ottoman by Ben’s legs, and Phil sat on the floor next to her, leaning casually on her for balance. It felt cozy. In fact, it felt… intimate.

Phil’s monitor was a wide, high-definition flat screen that was good for movies. The sound was piped through his stereo, and the opening music was rich and warm, a slow, funky kind of jazz that Linda had never heard before. It made her feel languid. It was almost sensual.

“It start’s a little cheesy,” Ben warned, “but trust me, it builds.”

Linda sat patiently through the opening scene of a woman supervising two workmen who were fixing something under her sink. As the scene progressed, the camera lingered on the strong sweating bodies of the workmen in a way Linda found disturbing, but arousing. The woman in the film seemed uncomfortable as well, and began to adjust her clothing to loosen it.

There was a bit of awkward dialogue then, as the woman discovered she was out of cash and the men insisted they needed compensation for their labor. The music swelled as the woman put her arm on one man’s bicep and squeezed it, while the second man put his hand on the woman’s leg, stroking it. Linda found herself getting excited, and felt Ben’s arm brush against her hand while Phil leaned against her leg.

Linda’s heart was beating faster as the two men and the woman on the screen began to slowly undress each other. Their bodies were beautiful. The woman’s legs and breasts were stunning, and the men were sleek and muscular. Linda gaped as the woman popped her tits free and gasped as she sprung the first workman’s cock from his pants. Linda had never seen an erect male member before.