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CHAPTER ONE

Smallville, The Kent Farm, The Loft, Night.

Clark had felt quite good about how his life was going as he climbed up the stairs to his loft. He had not only made the football team, but was going to be the starting quarterback. It had been an uphill battle, but he had even gotten his father's tacit and conditional approval. The rest of his teammates were still a bit of a problem, but nothing he didn't think he could overcome. The new coach was even an okay guy. Things with Chloe were a little awkward, as he had to quit The Torch to make time for football, but he knew she would get over it in time. He reached the top of the stairs and, after an uncertain pause greeted Chloe with some surprise, not just because he hadn't been expecting her, but also because she appeared to only be wearing his football jersey. She invited him to sit on the sofa with her and he joined her almost reluctantly. She'd been acting a little strange all day and there was a look in her eye that made him quite nervous.

He didn't sit next to her, but she scooted closer after she told him, that she had quit The Torch and that he was now her priority. She then continued to make him a very suggestive offer on how to relieve his stress. He'd had to grab her hand before it slid onto his crotch. He'd gotten a little panicked at that point, but before he could do anything else she'd straddled his lap. Despite his confusion, he was still a teenage male and she was a pretty teenage girl, and his dick started to stir against the pressure of her buttocks. He didn't know if she felt it or he gave her some other indication of interest, but the next thing he knew she professed her love for him and was kissing him and it was no friendly peck on the cheek either. His confusion and her passion led to a moment of wide-eyed frozen shock where his lips accommodated hers without any conscious decision from him, sharing the kiss.

His wits finally returned and he gently pushed her back breaking the kiss. She smiled at him as he tried to find the words to gently ask her if she'd lost her mind. Her smile brightened even further. "I've got something else for you." She told him and leaned to the side to grab something off the armrest of the sofa. Her movement ground her against his crotch making his dick twitch. He hadn't really thought of Chloe in sexual terms before, due to the depths of their friendship, but dressed and acting as she was, he had little choice. She was actually quite cute and sexy, and she did feel quite good on his lap. The situation was getting way out of hand. He didn't know what was wrong with Chloe, but he somehow had to get her dressed and home before it went any further. She had a small box in her hand which she flipped open before taking his hand. "I know your Dad wouldn't let you buy one so..." she told him and slipped something onto his finger.

A red haze flashed across his vision and he looked at his hand as she let it go. "And I thought, the starting quarterback should have a class ring." She continued as he shook himself. "I should take this off." He thought looking at the ring and its glittering red stone, knowing its effect on him, but he also became spectacularly aware of the fact that he had a beautiful, nubile girl straddling his lap who had just offered to do anything he wanted, and there were things he wanted. He narrowed his eyes and a quick x-ray confirmed she was indeed wearing only his football jersey. She did seem quite up for it and so, literally, was he. His dick had stirred before, now it leapt to attention. He licked his lips. "You did say anything, didn't you?" he enquired with a speculative little grin. "Yes, Clark. Anything you want... anything." She confirmed, her voice sultry and her eyes bright. "It would almost be rude to refuse such a generous offer, and one should never be rude to ones friends." He rationalized as he reached for her waist.

He felt her soft skin give a little under his fingers as he gripped her just above her hips and pulled her forward and against him. She draped her arms over his shoulder, her fingers winding into his hair as he captured her lips in a hungry, tongue-twisting kiss. They sucked at each other lips, heads twisting and mouths locking. His tongue dueled with hers and then she surrendered, letting him explore the inside of her mouth. Her breasts flattened and rubbed against his chest. He could feel the hard peaks of her nipples as hot points surrounded by the warm pillows of her breasts through the thin material of the jersey and his t-shirt. She undulated again him as they tongue wrestled and his erection was making his boxers and jeans feel a few sizes too small. His shifted his grip to fondle her tight little ass and she moaned into his mouth and pressed back into his hands.

A small part of his mind was shrieking that it was Chloe, his friend, on his lap and that something had to be wrong with her and that he was taking advantage of her and that he should stop. With, his desire fully aroused and the Red Kryptonite removing his inhibitions, it never stood a chance as it was drowned out by the combined voice of his body and the rest of his mind telling him that he was about to get laid. He nipped at her full, kiss-swollen lower lip before breaking the kiss. "That was nice." She told him smiling broadly. "You taste like strawberries." He informed her, still slowly fondling her buttocks. "Lip gloss." She explained simply. I thought you were naturally sweet." He complimented her and he liked the little blooms of color his words brought to her cheeks. "Why don't you lift your arms and we'll see if we can make you a little more comfortable?" he suggested with a slow wink. She made a mock show of considering his request and then she threw her hands in the air with a cute, tinkling little laugh.

He slid his hands from her ass to her thighs, testing the smooth skin and the firm muscles underneath before sliding his hands back up under the hem of the jersey. She wriggled slightly as he slid his hands up her body under the jersey, pulling it up as he went. Her skin was sumptuously soft and smooth and she appeared to be just a little ticklish. He tested his theory by dancing his fingertips along her sides and she wriggled harder, which felt great as she ground against the bulge of his cock. She tried to stifle her giggles, but wasn't very successful. Her giggles petered out and became soft sighs and murmurs when his hands found and cupped her breasts. Each of her breasts were just a little more than a handful as he weighed and fondled them, squeezing the warm, firm, but pliant flesh. His thumbs found her hard peaks of her nipples on the slightly raised mushroom cap of her areola, noting the slightly rougher texture before he began flicking and rolling them. She arched her back and pressed into his hands. Her eyes were half closed and her straight, white teeth worried at her lower lip as her head swayed slightly from side to side while she made appreciative noise.

This was indeed Chloe on his lap. The same Chloe he had known for almost all his life, but also a Chloe he had never seen before or even guessed existed. They said love was blind, but apparently so was friendship. He reluctantly abandoned her breasts and dragged the jersey up and off over her head. He let his eyes roam over body appreciatively. She had been hiding a sexy, trim figure, maybe not gym-buff, but well toned and curvy. Her skin looked smooth and inviting. Her breast were round globes, not excessively large, but pert and perfectly proportioned to her lithe frame. They were topped, slightly above centre by the pale pink silver dollar, slightly raised areola which in turn, had long pointed, upward pointing nipples about the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger. Chloe was in fact a beautiful woman. "When had that happened?" he asked himself and reached forward to cup, caress, fondle and squeeze the warm flesh of her firm breast. Seeing what he felt made a difference, making his cock twitch in his pants and press against Chloe's crotch. His hands seemed quite tanned against the pale skin of her breasts and he could clearly see the flush his actions were creating on her skin. She moaned and pressed her breasts into his hands as well as pressing down and grinding against his throbbing penis.

He buried his face in her breasts. Her skin smelled of vanilla and a spicy, scent he couldn't quite place, but which intrigued him greatly. He found and suckled at her left nipple and she rolled her shoulders to press more of her tit-flesh into his mouth. He felt her hand in his hair tightened and she almost had to pull him off her breast. He kept her plump nipple held tightly between his lips a she pulled him back, stretching it before letting it go. "I think we need to get you more comfortable too." She suggested, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans before dragging his t-shirt out of them and up his body. She shifted back, getting off the sofa and onto her feet. She leaned forward as she lifted his t-shirt clear of his torso and Clark let his breath hiss out in approval as she pressed her warm lips against the taut muscles of his stomach, followed by the wet lapping of her tongue. She worked her way up his front as she lifted his tee. She paused her progress to lavish wet, warm attention on his nipples and then he lifted his arms and she pulled the tee up his arms and off over his head.

He cupped her face with both his hands and drew her into a long hard, hungry kiss. He let her break the kiss and watched as she moved back and onto her knees. "Lift your ass." She told him, her voicing telling him in no uncertain terms that it was in his best interest to do as she suggested. She dragged both his jeans and boxers off his hips. She pulled his boxers clear of his erection and pulled them and his jeans down his thighs and over his knees. He liked the way she looked at his throbbing cock. It twitched and bobbed towards her as if paying homage to her rapt, fascinated attention. "Why don't you give it a little kiss, Chloe?" he suggested, reaching forward and smoothing her hair back from her face. He was bemused to see the red stone on the ring she had placed on his finger glint as she moved forward and did what he told her.

Her hand was smooth, soft and warm as she wrapped it around his base as she placed a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. She moved her lips back and the small of his back tightened and he let out a heavy breath as she blew a hot breath on his head and slowly let the tip of her tongue lightly lave it. "Would you like me to suck it?" she asked in a honey sweet voice as her hand squeezed him slightly. "If you insist." He told her and laced his fingers hind his neck, leaning back. It was a show of indifference, but it also help him resist the temptation to grab her head and ram his cock into her mouth. He didn't want to spoil this. His mind was working at a mile-a-minute as he considered the fantasies he could make reality if he played this right, one of them already happening as Chloe slid her lips over his cock and slowly began to work them down.

Her lips dragged warm pressure along the pulsing skin of his erection as the liquid heat of her mouth and swirling tongue surrounded him. He let out a soft groan as the sensation of pleasure snaked up his spine. Her hand shifted up as her mouth lowered down until he felt his dick press against the back of her mouth and the entrance to her throat. She tried to take more of him, but started to gag and coughing backed off hurriedly. "Sorry. I'm not very good at this. I've only done it once before." She apologized. "Don't be, Chloe. That, was great, just keep doing what you're doing." He told her with a broad grin and she smiled brightly back at him. He was a little curious as to who else she had perform oral sex on, but it was a fleeting thought, and soon gone. This was his first blowjob, and he really didn't care if she could deep throat him or not, it just felt wonderful. She returned to what she had been doing with enthusiasm, her hand jacking the part of his cock she couldn't fit in her mouth. Clark was in heaven as Chloe sucked his cock and occasionally fondled his balls sending tingling pleasure radiating into his belly and up into his chest. He made her gag a little again when he couldn't stop his hips from bucking, but she adjusted without comment. She even made a few more attempts to take more of him in, but without success before focusing her full attention on pleasuring the part she could. He encouraged her, telling her how talented she was and how amazing it felt. He could feel her breasts brush against his thighs as her head continued to bob up and down, breathing heavily through her nose.

Clark gritted his teeth as he felt his balls start to churn and his sack tighten with the need for release and it was with great reluctance and a colossal force of will he reached for her head and pulled her sucking mouth off his cock. "Damn, Chloe. You sure this is only your second time?" he asked, taking deep breaths to steady himself. The skin of his dick tingled as her saliva cooled on it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and he could see shy pride in her eyes at his praise. He griped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and drew her back up onto the sofa. He started to draw her into a kiss and then stopped, remembering where her mouth had just been. "It not like he'd cum in her mouth." He thought and brought her lips to his. He couldn't really taste any difference and kissed her harder, exploring her mouth and teeth while fencing with her tongue.

She hadn't let go of his cock and he felt her rising up on her knees. Apparently it was not just what he wanted or she was able to read his mind. He felt her rub the head of his cock through her folds. He could feel heat radiating from her and her folds were moist, warm and slippery. He felt her shudder and moan into his mouth as she rubbed him against the silky little pearl of her clit. He sucked at her lower lip for a moment before breaking their kiss, but he kept her close, her nose only about half an inch from hers. "Go ahead, do it." He told her softly as she settled him at her entrance and he lightly gripped her waist while keeping his eyes glued to hers. She relaxed her thighs and slowly sank down on him.

Clark fought to keep his hips still as her hot, tight and slick flesh surrounded him, reluctantly stretching to accept him. Her channel clutched at him as her resistant flesh dragged along his shaft with delightful, fiery friction. He saw her blink rapidly as she processed his invasion and then her eyes fluttered closed. He felt her quiver slightly and her head dropped onto his shoulder. He heard her groan and her teeth test the muscle on his shoulder and she settled on his lap. She drew in a ragged breath and her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hot little points. He could feel himself pressed up against something inside her. He could feel the pulse of her blood through her flesh as it gripped him snugly. He thought she had gone all the way down and relaxed his grip on her waist. She gasped and he grunted as he felt pressure on the tip of his cock. She gave a little cry and he felt the pressure abate, but was now held in an even tighter grip.

She was breathing heavily, a soft whimper escaping her lips and he wrapped his arms around her, simply holding her as she shivered against him. He felt the tightness relax slightly. His cock throbbed against the tight fist of her channel as she lifted her head. She looked a little distressed and dazed. "Oh my, that was something. I didn't realize how big you were. You're all the way... All the way inside me... It feels... No ones... I..." she tried to explain, but he kissed her into silence. He could feel her sex shift around him, adjusting and massaging him pleasurably at the same time. He wanted to move, feel the friction of his shaft knifing through her tight flesh, but he bided his time. It would be even better if she did it. He watched the discomfort fade from her features and he felt her grow wet with lubricating cream. He slid his hands from her hips and cupped her ass, lifting her slightly. She grimaced, but made no move to stop him and he slowly lowered her. He grasped her ass cheeks a bit more firmly and guided her hips in a rocking motion, which made him slide back and forth inside her.

After a few moments, the tightness around her eyes and the set of her jaw softened. Chloe started to move on her own, going beyond his guidance, rocking harder and adding a twist and roll to her hips, tentatively at first, but soon growing in confidence. Clark had had no idea it would feel this good to be inside a girl, to feel her tight channel drag and clutch along his shaft with its firm, hot, moist, slippery grip. He had thought her mouth was heaven, but this was nirvana, paradise, winning the lottery and Christmas all rolled into one. Her movements became more enthusiastic and she only winced once or twice more as he pushed through, what he guessed was her cervix, if what he could remember of his sex ed was to be trusted, but things like memories and thoughts were being over-ridden and scattered to the winds of his enjoyment of the pleasure she was giving him.

Her hands gripped at his shoulder and the back of his neck, her breathing heavy, but a steady rhythm linked to her travels up and down his shaft. She breathed in as she rose and exhaled when she plunged down. His hips rose to meet her, adding force to their collision and the wet slapping sound of their bodies meeting seemed to echo in the silence of the barn. They kissed hungrily, but in short bursts as their mouths were needed to drag sufficient air to fuel their exertions. He nipped, sucked and pulled at her kiss-swollen lower lip and she did the same to his, tongues following to salve any hurts they might have caused. Words tumbled from her mouth, encouragements and praises, pleas and admonishments and even profanities mixed together in a symphony of pleasure.

The muscles of his stomach and his ass cheeks, tensed as he felt his balls start to tighten and lift. "Too soon!" he thought. He wanted more, wanted it to last longer, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her or his own thrusting hips. The next time she plunged down, he slammed up, his hands shifting to her waist and pulling her down with him as his ass settled back to the sofa cushions. He tried to hold his cry behind gritted teeth, but as his back arched and he threw his head back it burst from him and up into the rafters in an echo of his seed rushing from his spurting cock up into her. The delectable knot that had built inside him to collect and contain the pleasure their coupling created, unraveled and the release of pressure was a joyful cascade of wild energy. Intense, nerve jangling pleasure, riding on that wild, electric energy raced up his spine, keeping it bent and tense. The pleasure burst into his mind with hammering force in rolling waves, which left him stunned, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he stared up at the rafters, not seeing them.

His cry stuttered to an end as the jerking of his hips and the pulsing of his cock began to wane in intensity, only to let out a heavy grunt as Chloe's snatch clenched and locked around his in a strong squeezing spasm and he heard her let out a loud sharp gasp followed by rapid panting and a sort of whining moan. He lifted his head to find her wide eyed and slack jawed, her body quivering as her hands clutched at his shoulders. He could feel her rippling around him with liquid heat and pressure. Each ripple was accompanied by a shudder from her body, that vibrated her against him as she pressed hard against his chest and torso. She glistened with sweat and he could have sworn she actually glowered in the soft light of the loft.

Clark hadn't even considered where she had been in term of reaching a climax, being too wrapped up in the enjoyment of his first penetrative sexual experience and the spine-tingling orgasm it had created. He was quite happy for her that she had and just a touch proud too, although he couldn't rightly say what he had done to give it to her. Her sex continued to milk him as if she intended to drain him, which she did. His cock still twitched and surged in response, but without expelling much of anything, and then she limply collapsed forward, resting her head on his shoulder, her heavy breathing tickling his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him and they stayed like that, letting their breathing slowly return to normal.

Lightly kissing her shoulder, he looked down her back and he could see the heavy ring on the index finger of his left hand. Its red stone seemed to glow, ever so slightly, obviously a trick of the light. Something nagged at the back of his mind, but he quickly dismissed it as Chloe began to show signs of life by nuzzling at his neck.