In Love with Georgie

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My problem with Georgie is that every time I see her I get a hard-on, which is very embarrassing. I just didn't know where to look: I see Georgie in the high school we attend and all of a sudden my penis is rock hard. It pushes against my trousers and I just have to sit down. I'm frightened that she'll notice! It isn't just her I'm frightened of: what will the teachers think if they see the outline of a stiffy through the fabric of my pants? That's a thought not worth contemplating...

You see, Georgie isn't just clever, bright, charming, kind, thoughtful, and pretty. She's damned sexy too! the sexiest girl in the world - I'm sure that everyone knows that! She has blonde shoulder-length hair with blue eyes. Her face sparkles with a broad smile. And her face wasn't the only sexy thing about her! She has a wonderful figure. It's the sort of figure that makes you say "Wow!" From her perfect neck down to her shapely ankles, it is perfection all the way! Her breasts are apple-like and perky. Her thighs are slender and her legs are long. She keeps her midriff bare, just like Britney Spears used to, and her navel is everything it should be. The folds around it and the tautness of her stomach couldn't be bettered.

I'm in love with Georgie!

Actually, it is worse than that.

I'm totally and utterly besotted by her.

I think about her all the time. Every time I see a picture of a pretty girl, I'd think of Georgie. Every time there is a pretty face on television, I think of Georgie. Even when I watch the Powderpuff Girls I'd think of Georgie. And every time I think of Georgie, I get a raging hard-on.

I don't think Georgie even notices me. I'm almost too shy to speak to her. The one time I did speak to her, which was to hand her a book she'd dropped in the corridor, it was so embarrassing that I just went red in the face and couldn't speak straight. My penis sprung up from something slightly stirring (I'd been watching her stride along the corridor) into something very big. I was sure that she was looking straight at the bulge in my crotch. Oh My God! That would be worse than that!

I saw Georgie every day. She is in the same math class as me. She studied English with me, too. When we share the same class, I always sit where I could see her. When she turns her head my heart jumps in my chest; when she scratches the back of her long and swan-like neck with her delicate fingers, my breath gets short and my chest tightens. When she stands up to go to the front of the class to write on the blackboard, my penis springs to life. It's all I can do not to put my hands inside my pants and jerk off. Now that would be embarrassing! And she is clever at everything she studied. Wasn't there anything she wasn't good at?

The worst is games!

OK! The girls and boys do different games. The girls do hockey and stuff, while the boys do football, basketball and stuff. I like games, although I'm no school champion. I'm always one of those who help the team score, but not one of those who get selected to represent the school. But I always get to see Georgie during games, even if she is playing hockey or something and I'm doing other stuff.

Gym kit always makes a girl look extra sexy, and in Georgie's case it sort of pushed the sexometer right off the scale! Where some girls might make the meter go red, she pushes the mercury right through the top! There I'd be in my shorts with nothing to hide my huge bulge and everyone could see I have this massive hard-on. In fact, my best friend, Rachel, notices it as we are walking back together to the changing rooms.

She giggles.

"Just look at the size of that!" she exclaims.

I frown. "It's very embarrassing!" .

"Isn't that just what happens to boys when you get older? You get erections all the time!"

"It's not all the time," I confess.

"No?" Rachel wonders with a smile. "It seems like it's all the time to me. This isn't the first time I've noticed you with such a big bulge in your shorts. It must be the hormones. Look what it's doing to me!"

I look at Rachel, though I'd already noticed how much she is flowering. She is damned pretty too. Not as sexy and pretty as Georgie, but damned well nearly as much.

She is skinnier than Georgie, with a smaller bosom and thinner thighs. And she doesn't dress nearly as sexily. She prefers to wear baggy sweat-shirts and shorts. She wears tee-shirts when it’s warm and you can see the outline of her nipples in the cotton. And they are little gems, pressing against the fabric.

Rachel is my friend from way back. Right from when we are young. I have friends who are boys all right, but even when I'm a toddler I liked the company of girls as well. Anyway, I don't think of Rachel the way I do Georgie. I'm not in love with her like I am with Georgie.

And speaking of whom, there is Georgie again, coming out of the shower wearing only a towel round her and her hair dripping wet. She stands outside the girls' changing rooms, chatting with Lucy, one of her friends, while pulling the towel up over her breasts. Then she goes back into the girls' changing room, followed by Lucy who is pulling her top off over her head as she follows her.

My penis gets even stiffer. The glans pushes painfully against my shorts and it is even possible to see the shape of it through the cotton.

"Goodness!" said Rachel with a huge grin. "It's Georgie, isn't it!"

"What!"

"It's seeing Georgie that makes your penis so stiff!"

I smile sheepishly. "I just can't help it!"

It's at the weekend that I visit Rachel at her home. She and her parents live in this really nice house just a few hundred yards from me with my sister and Mum and Dad. So I often go round to see her. We are sitting on her bed, listening to pop records by people like John Bon Jovi, Elton John and Nora Jones. Rachel and I both like to keep up with the pop scene, though neither of us likes our music too hard or extreme. I'm not too keen on Heavy Metal, though I quite like the Darkness. They make original, exciting music that's not like anything anyone's ever made before. As far as dance music is concerned, I quite like Beyonce, but I'm not a big fan of rap or techno. There aren't any tunes you can hum to. So, there we are, Rachel and I, listening to Jamie Cullum, while Rachel tucked her Amy Winehouse CD back in its case.

Then Rachel mentions Georgie - and, like one of Pavlov's dogs, my penis immediately becomes stiff, and Rachel sees it.

"It's funny the effect Georgie has on you, Terry,"

"What do you mean?" I ask with alarm, knowing exactly what she meant.

"I mean the way every time you think of Georgie your penis gets erect like that. Look! It's got stiff again. Why's that?"

"You noticed?"

"Who couldn't?"

"Is it that bad?"

"Well, let's see it," says Rachel with a smile. "It certainly looks pretty big, but I can't be sure."

"You want to see my penis?" I asked aghast.

"Well, it won't be the first I've seen - I've seen loads already!"

Of course, this is true. Rachel has already has sex with Jeremy and Nick more than half a dozen times, not to mention the other boys she'd has sex with only once, like Frank, Gary and Al. She tells me about these occasions. Sometimes, she'd take down her pants, so she could show me how deeply Jeremy penetrated her, or show the bite marks that David has left on the lips of her smooth vulva. So I tug down my jeans and with Rachel helping, I pull my boxers down, and there I'm in just my fashionable white socks and Diana Kraal tee-shirt, with an erect penis sticking out vertically from my groin up to and beyond the line of my belly-button.

"Jesus! That's the biggest stiffy I've ever seen!"

"Really?" I ask with some pride.

"It's much bigger than Frank's. And Al's might be long, but it's not got the body of yours. And it doesn't throb like yours does!" She puts a hand on the midpoint of my penis and squeezes it softly. It twitches agitatedly and the veins stand up even more prominently.

"And it's thinking about Georgie that makes it so stiff, is it?" asks Rachel with a grin.

Even the mention of Georgie's name makes it stiffen even more. My glans is straining at the end and the foreskin is pulled all the way down. Rachel delightedly pumps my penis.

"Every time!"

"So, what do you like about Georgie? What makes her so special?"

"I don't know," I reply watching my penis and Rachel's hand.

She takes the length of the penis from the bottom to the top, pulling her hand up all the way, cupping it slightly and then pulling it down.

"Is it her face? Her tits? Her eyes? Her smile?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I cried, as my thighs tremble and my testicles swell close to bursting and my buttocks tighten. "It's all those things! Everything! There isn't anything about Georgie that isn't a turn-on."

Rachel a drop of saliva fall onto the tip of my glans, lets it drip down to lubricate my penis. With more saliva she pumps my penis more energetically. She grins as it get even stiffer. Suddenly she pulls her tee-shirt off over her head and revealing her smallish, but perfectly formed breasts, with their stiff nipples standing out as erect as my big toe

"It'd be a shame to waste this!"

"What do you mean, Rachel?" I ask with alarm, knowing precisely what she means, and she takes down her shorts and panties both together, to stand naked in front of me. She takes off her wire-framed glasses, and places them on the bedside table.

"It's a shame for a hard-on like that to be wasted, Terry. It serves a valuable purpose and I intend to use it for that purpose."

I'm not a virgin. Well, not really. Though I wonder whether it really counted that time me and Mark took turns on Katy. She only did it because she wanted to hit double digits before she is sixteen. I wondered whether it counted that time when I poked Janine after Nick's party. She'd been doing it with everyone else at the party and it is just my turn, following Phil and afterwards would be Gavin, waiting patiently with his hands gripping his penis through the fabric of his shorts. And the only other time is with my sister. But that didn't count at all because she is family and we only did it because she wanted to see what it felt like. Anyway, we were both too young for it to really count.

So, perhaps this time with Rachel is the first proper time. But perhaps it wasn't really a proper time, anyway. It isn't as if we are lovers or anything. She is just my best friend and she is helping me out. I'm sure that's what everyone does when they see their friend has got an erect penis that won't get soft. It'd be cruel to leave it, wouldn't it?

Rachel puts her mouth more fully on my penis, gripping it with her fist, pumping up and down while she simultaneously slid her head and lips up and down the length of it. Then she grins.

"It looks as ready as it'll ever be!"

Now she climbs on top of me as I lay on my back on the bed, still wearing my tee-shirt and socks, pushing up my tee-shirt and placing her hands palm-down on my chest. My penis is the only thing vertical about me. Everything else is horizontal.

She pulls herself up above my crotch and then gradually eases herself down onto my aching, stiff, throbbing penis. I feel it squeeze into her tight vagina, which is warm and moist and very ready. She doesn't let it go in all the way at first, but teases at it with her cunt lips, letting the knob of my glans enter just an inch or so. She lifts herself up slightly, so that it nearly leaves me, and again lowers herself.

My prick is as desperately anxious to get as deep inside the moist bath of her vaginal juices as she is, and I know how very wet Rachel gets. There have been several times in the past when she'd asked me to feel how damp her crotch is, so I'd put my fingers inside her panties. I know how very strongly they smell afterwards! But entering Rachel's cunt with my prick is a very different thing - after all, a penis is much more sensitive than fingers even though they are both enough to get Rachel to come.

The strange thing though is that while Rachel is on top of me, her head over me and her eyes gazing directly into mine, and her crotch lifting up and down with the same rhythm as my groin, she is talking all the time of Georgie and how beautiful and pretty and clever and accomplished she is. Rachel is making love with me, but is using Georgie to make me more passionate. It's almost as if Georgie is with us both at the same time.

"Georgie's got lovely blue eyes, hasn't she? Her smile is so warm. Her teeth are perfect! She's never needed a brace!"

All the while, I'm gasping grunts of appreciation and passion which became more pronounced with every virtue of Georgie's that Rachel could think of.

“And she has a beautiful body! Hasn’t she?”

Her voice becomes more contorted and guttural. She breaks into gasps as she fucks me, orgasming very easily and often. Of course, I already knew that, and not just from the times I'd fingered her vagina. And she is so loud! I’ve heard her make love with Nick. You could hear her cries from a long way away every time she orgasmed. And she did that over and over and over again. On one occasion, I'm sitting downstairs in the living room with Rachel's parents while upstairs in her bedroom she is having wild passionate and, above all, noisy sex. It went on for such a very long time. And in all that time, Mr and Mrs McKinley didn't say anything at all.

But I'm worried now.

Rachel's cries are very loud. They tore from inside her and burst forth like she is cheering on a football team. "Oh Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Yes! Rachel's tits are so? Yes! ? so round and pure? Yes! Yes! Uuurrrggghhhh! Aaaahhh!"

"You're very loud!" I hissed amongst my own grunts. "What about your Mum and Dad? What if they hear?"

"Uuurgghhh!" gasped Rachel. "My Mum and Dad? I don't think they'd mind. They've always wanted me to settle down with someone. They didn't like Jeremy anyway. He used to urinate on me and he left such an awful stain on the sheets."

"He did?"

Jeremy is such a harmless looking guy. You couldn't imagine him doing something like that!

But Rachel is back to her cries about Georgie.

"Wouldn't it be great if Georgie is doing this?" she said, as she lifts herself high up on my groin so that my penis almost totally slipped out of her - and then sliding all the way down so that the smooth flesh of her vulva presses against the pubic hairs of my crotch. "Imagine a naked Georgie on top of you, pumping away at you! Oh Yes! Yes! Aaarrgghhh! Uuuuhhh! Aaarhhh! Yes! Yes!"

"Are you alright, dear?" suddenly asked Rachel's Mum, Mrs McKinley, casually walking into Rachel's bedroom where we are making love.

I'm so embarrassed, but at least because my penis is so deep inside Rachel Mrs McKinley couldn't see anything she shouldn't. And because I'm wearing my tee-shirt, I'm not in the nude or anything (unlike Rachel, of course).

Rachel gasps again, slows her thrusts slightly. and turns her head round to face her Mum. She still slides her crotch up and down, but more to keep the connection going than to bring the lovemaking to a climax.

"I'm alright, Mum. Terry and I are just making love. That's all!"

Mrs McKinley smiles "Well, I'm glad about that, dear! Your father and I, we are worried about you and Terry. You know, you've been seeing one another for ever so long and not once making love with each other. It's not natural! But I'm glad that you've got a proper relationship."

So saying, she touches my balls and squeezes them slightly. I gasp almost as loudly as Rachel has been shrieking.

"Well, there's nothing to worry about here, is there dear - Terry's not lacking where it matters most!"

"Oh Mum!" says Rachel peevishly. "Can't you let us have some privacy?"

As she leaves, with the impression of her fingers still imprinted on my balls and with Rachel repeating Georgie's name over and over again, between her more guttural cries, I am at last able to come, my sperm comes out in huge volumes, spurting inside Rachel.

Rachel and I collapse into each other's arms on the bed. We are both panting from the huge exertion. My penis is still sticky and Rachel's vagina is still moist. A long pale trail trickled down the inside of Rachel's thigh as I put my fingers inside the thick lips and marvel at the wetness that coats its intricate walls. My penis twitched at the excitement of entering her again.

"You really do love Georgie, don't you?" Rachel’s head is resting on my shoulder.

That is all it takes - the mere thought of Georgie made my penis twitch, although I doubt there is much sperm left in my poor bruised testicles to be able to do very much.

"Georgie is the most wonderful, the sexiest, and the most gorgeous girl in the world!"

It's like a magic chant. My penis is up and ready almost instantly.

Rachel grins. "I knew that is all it would take!" and she runs her tongue down my long torso, pulling off at last my Diana Kraal tee-shirt.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to give you the best blow-job you've ever had! - and then if you want more, I'll let you fuck me till your balls explode!"

"I'm not sure I've got the energy or stamina"

"Bullshit! If you start getting soft, all I need to do to get you going again is remind you of Georgie!"