Windows freezing and even mashing CTRL-ALT-DEL doesn't help. So the entire way to class and even partway into the room itself, Ellie held my hand while I did nothing to stop her. And when she finally let go of me to get to her seat, I had to admit, I missed the warmth and fuzzy affectionate feelings that had come with her touch. I found myself looking at her Longingly as she put down her book bag and got herself settled.

Halfway through the class that followed, my mind started wandering.

Ellie was in a typically short skirt today, her desk two chairs ahead of me and to the right. From here, I could see the soft curves of her legs and a pleasant image came unbidden to my mind: It was the vision of Ellie in her cheerleading uniform, shaking her ass at me before the big game. And then her sweet voice was in my head...

“I'd let him in me if he ever stopped to ask."

I found that my hands were sweaty as I gripped the deskchair. And then as Ellie turned around and looked right at me, I realized that I was trembling.

But then I noticed that EVERYONE in the room was looking at me, and I nearly went into a full-blown panic

And then our teacher's voice cut in.

“David? Do you know the answer?"

Oh, hell. He was calling on me? What was the question?

What class was this again?

My hormones were raging out of control. Ellie kept flirting with me non-stop ALL FUCKING DAY. I was beginning to realize she seriously wanted to jump my bones for some reason, and not just teasing or playing around the way we'd been doing for years

I wasn't able to find any private time alone with Monica to relieve my sexual tension and after school we had football practice. Last Friday's heroes or not, there was still another game coming up this week.

I got home totally and utterly exhausted. It had been a stressful

Monday, and to make matters worse, just when I was about to fall asleep, quietly ecstatic moans began fluttering through my bedroom wall.

Ah, hell, Danielle and Cherys were still here. They wouldn't go back to school until tomorrow morning. I sighed wearily and the sexually-laced noise drifted towards me, I closed my eyes, willing the sound away for a few seconds. But it didn't do any good.

My mind filled up with visions of Cherys in all her nude splendid glory, and this time I started imagining Ellie as well. The two sisters were so similar, Cherys clearly the gorgeous goddess, but Ellie amazingly cute and sexy in her own right. In my mind's eye, I envisioned the two of them embracing each other the way Danielle and

Cherys were certainly doing next door. Three minutes Later, I barely got the box of tissues in time. But even after I'd unloaded my balls, sleep came only with great difficulty.

I was going to have a really hard time waiting until Prom night.

For the rest of the week, Ellie kept up the sexual pressure. My mind was torn between two resolutions: One, that she would eventually tire of messing with my head and things would just go back to normal; Two, that she wouldn't stop and inevitably, Ellie would seduce me.

My brain told me to hope for the first result. At least, when I was alone or with Monica I hoped for the first result. Only at these times could I think rationally and comprehend the concept of fidelity.

But every time I saw the cute girl and her tight ass, my hormones took over the decision-making and I could feel my mouth watering and my muscles tensing with desire to give in to my animal instincts and mate with her. Getting laid seemed to dominate my thinking.

WHO I had sex with was rapidly becoming Less important. And so I was secretly hoping Ellie would find a way to seduce me. Just give me the right excuse and I'd give into temptation.

Monica, so sexy and so loving, may or may not have realized just how fragile teenage fidelity really is. But she really was doing everything she could to keep her man satisfied and not take that chance. We were a happy couple and we used every trick in the book to sneak around our parents and find private places to get each other off.

My teenaged body was always ready and willing. And yet, there was something not quite... satisfying... about cumming so much without ever bursting inside the warm, wet receptacles where our dicks are meant, biologically, to ejaculate.

At least Danielle and Cherys were gone. I don't know how much more frazzled my mind would have been if they'd kept up their nightly sexual unions. But still, I found myself quite distracted, in more ways than one, when Game Night came around again.