A Mysterious Autumn in Aurora

It was an unusually cool and dry autumn that had descended over the community of Aurora. Located only a couple of miles south of the New York boarder in northern Pennsylvania, the changing colors of the trees and the crisp, cool fall air were truly something to behold. The fall festivals were in full swing, the kids were all rushed back to school, football season beginning and the leaves on the trees changing and falling with the whims of the wind.

At Aurora area high school, Kayla Campbell was just starting her junior year. She was a small petite little thing, no more than 5’-4” with straight black shoulder length hair and a very slender body to match her height. She had a bit of a reputation for fooling around with guys, especially after the summer she had just experienced.

Her parents were both unaware of her late night adventures with the boys of this little town, and it was Kayla’s intent to keep it that way. Her father, Joe Campbell was a kind, genuine man who worked as mechanic at the town auto body shop. A well built man, Joe was soft spoken and very intelligent. Kayla’s mother, Sarah Campbell, was short, like Kayla herself, but a full figured woman with long black hair she always had up in a bun. Sarah worked many days and nights at the hospital as a registered nurse as well as helping out at the local food pantry. Between their two schedules, Kayla, their only child, was left to fend for herself on most nights.

Kayla hadn't gotten as early a start on experimenting with boys like many of the girls she had grown up with had. Rumor and gossip in the small town of Aurora were both intoxicating and pervasive and many high school girls filled their days with it. While she didn't actively participate in spreading or discussing anyone else’s personal life, she did have ears and had grown up listening to others and their dirty deeds with a growing inquisitive interest.

The things Kayla heard at school about other girls and what they were doing in and outside of school, at first, shocked her. As Kayla matured however, her understanding of what was occurring and how her mind was picturing the acts in progress began to both entice and excite her.

Rumors of Sally Summers giving head to Joe Gamble, the starting running back of the football team, two years ago had proven true and especially scandalous for poor Sally, who had to endure several weeks of cat calls and ass pinches between classes. She was always such a sweet girl, very kind and good-natured, but had now developed a very severe form of social anxiety.

Just last year Jennifer Kane, an honors student and external bookworm, had been rumored to have an orgy with several members of the boy’s soccer team after one of their many losses. Though it was never definitely confirmed that that had occurred, she did start hearing her hair differently and had added a few more skirts and more revealing blouses to her wardrobe since that incident.

Of course the cheer-leading squad was saturated with sluts and whores and their exploits with various guys (and sometimes girls) from various teams were a staple of the school rumor mill. For having a grand total of 680 total students in this grade 9-12 high school, any inspired journalism student could have ran a weekly publication on the various scandals and tantalizing details of such events. Unfortunately for the salivating masses, and fortunately for those guilty sinners, no such journalism student presented themselves.

This new school year however (Kayla’s junior year) began significantly slower in the rumor department than many would have guessed. Most of the guilty parties who were “the regulars” had mostly all graduated last term. The new senior class had significantly less scandal attached to them.

Kayla was genuinely disappointed by this lack of material. Often she would spend her time at school sitting idly by and listening for the latest nugget of sex and debauchery. When she would glean what so-and-so did with what’s-his-name, she would fantasize about someone doing those sorts of things with, and in some cases to, her.

As such, she was unable to catch any new gossip. She so desperately wanted new additions to her fantasies. Her habit, as it was, included going home after school, rushing up to her room, keeping the lights of her room off, stripping all of her garments off and crawling under her bed sheets and her big purple fluffy comforter that must have weighted 30 pounds.

She would allow the darkness under those covers to create an arena for her minds imagination to spill out and grow all over her. Her hands would both, in unison, find their way sliding across her chest and down her stomach to her crotch. Every so often wetting the tips of her fingers with her mouth she would begin to rub her clit and slide her fingers over and around her bare, exposed pussy.

The rumors would fuel her sexual drive and she would imagine the boys from the soccer team taking turns with her, passing her back and forth as they grabbed her firm and ripe breasts and shoved their rock hard dicks in between her legs. She imagined taking a guys dick into her mouth and feeling the warmth of its essence fill her up as it slid both in and out of her. Sometimes, if the gossip was particularly juicy that day, she would gain that heightened sense of pleasure several times.

As the school year continued along, her imagination began to dry up and her excitement for her after school activity began to wither. Desperately wanting something new to excite her she let her memories of the previous summer be her inspiration.

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It had been a blur of a summer. Kayla’s guy she had been fooling around with had been one of those infamous graduated seniors. Greg Carlson was a good looking, well put together kid. Not a complete jock per say, he was an honors student first and foremost, but he was certainly able to hold his own in the locker room also. He was slightly over 6 foot tall with wavy blonde hair and a moderate muscular build. He had been a track star as well as a shortstop on the baseball team.

By the time she had started hooking up with Greg she had already touched and been toughed by several equally curious boys in the years preceding him. She had, by her own admission to herself, mastered the art of the hand job; she had given several very spirited blow-jobs and had lost her virginity in the parking lot of the city park late one Saturday night to Randall Hedges. Randall was her lab partner in science class and had a rather bad habit of letting his hands wander under the lab table, which Kayla, not the type of girl to miss the chance of new-found pleasures in brand new fantasies, obliged.

Kayla had discovered the erotic sense of “leading the guy on” could be a fascinating turn on. She couldn't stop herself sometimes, but every so often, when Greg had his hand up her shirt and his tongue lodged firmly in her mouth, she would slam on the breaks and say she was tired and wanted to go home. Greg would grit his teeth and mutter some expletives and then oblige her in driving her home, raging erection and all.

For a solid week she refused to touch his rock hard dick hidden just underneath his underwear. She allowed him to run his fingers anywhere and everywhere he wanted, often grabbing at her panties and pushing them aside to discover the mysteries that lay beneath. She, on the other hand, would undo his belt, lift his shirt, kiss his bare stomach and slide his pants down and, leaving Greg’s underwear right where they were, let her fingers trace little lines around his groin. When Greg would try to slide his underwear down, she would stop him, playfully shake her finger in his face and smile. With that oh-so-sweet giggly smile, she would tell him she wasn't ready to see it quite yet. She would then proceed to run her fingers up and around and toward (but never on) his trembling cock. She would get soaking wet just watching him squirm under the light scratches and accurately placed fingertips around his crotch.

Not intending to risk the fun, Kayla informed her friends that she intended to shove all of his cock into her mouth after the Baseball game that Friday night. Both her friends giggled with raised eyebrows and excited imaginations upon hearing this and wished her well in her attempts to take all seven inches of Greg Carlson (Kayla had done a crude measurement using the side of her hand one of those nights).

As she dressed for the game Friday afternoon, she imagined sucking Greg’s dick and hearing his reaction to the sudden attention paid to his quivering member. Despite the weather report of an abnormally chilly night, she decided a short blue denim skirt with a black string thong was going to be the most provocatively enticing choice this evening. Her tight fitting black school spirit shirt, which clung to her perfectly in her imagination, would match that skirt perfectly. She decided to go with her 2 year old grey converse all-stars with a pair of short black socks to complete the look and she would let her straight black hair fall free, playfully, around her face. At the last moment and without much thought to the consequences, she flung off her bra and threw on the black shirt. Her breasts were exceptionally noticeable in this tight fitting cotton shirt and her erect nipples in the cold night air would be all but obvious. She didn't mind who saw them tonight, most likely everyone, so long as Greg took notice.

Kayla had gotten her license a few short months ago and she had been given a shaky but pretty reliable car from her dad. It wasn't going to win any awards for style or aesthetics, but it would get you from point A to B every time, which is all her dad cared about. Kayla was more pleased with the spacious backseat and the fold-down-flat front seats.

So she darted quickly down the stairs, around the kitchen counters, grabbed the keys out of the change bowl by the sink, and flung herself out the side door toward her homely car. She enjoyed watching Greg play baseball in the summer, mostly because it allowed her plenty of time to imagine all the naughty interchanges between the two of them that would occur later those evenings. As he would round the bases or field fly balls, she would sit in the stands, pondering the raunchy things they would soon discover they could to with one another.

Once Greg’s game concluded that Friday evening, Kayla rushed down the bleachers to the field to congratulate her man. Usually Greg and Kayla would meet face to face through a section of chain link fence right next to the dugout after his games. He would flash his genuine smile, the one that would tell anyone who saw it that they were lucky to be alive, and it would melt Kayla’s heart every time.

Yet, this time, as he approached their section of fence, he did not look up and smile. He did not look up, nor did he smile. He kept his head down, walked up to and right on past their section of fence and kept going. Kayla’s heart sank and her mind raced. ‘Why didn't he look at me?’ ‘Is he mad at me?’ ‘Have I done something wrong?’

Clearly agitated and very confused, she sprinted down the length of the fence to

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