I had a huge crush on my beautiful schoolmate. But I was surprised how much I was really into her. *** 16- and 15-yo teens which I don't consider minors, but you might. The characters mentioned are true and the story is not far from it either :)

I was a quite regular guy on the high school. I attended a class with more girls then boys, which meant quite a feat for us guys. Almost all the girls were really pretty and worthy, so it didn't take long for pairs to be created among our class. I used to be a bit shameful, so I hardly made any steps toward the tender gender. And anyway, I had my own object of interest.

You see, when our class was in the 2nd grade (I was 16), there was one girl who just begun to attend the 1st grade. Let's call her J. The second I've seen her for the first time, I was struck. Oh, what a devilish angel she was. I guess her looks didn't seem any special to the other guys, but sure did to me. She was 15, not tall and not small for her age, with a great womanly figure already. The best feature I loved about her was her porcelain white skin in combination with completelly black hair. Perhaps aware of her visage style, she made the contrast stronger by wearing black nail and toenail polish. Not that she was some goth or emo weirdo, mind you, nothing like that. Just pure style, elegance, and beauty. She also wore seducive dresses, perhaps a little bit too much even, but of course, I had no complains at all. On the contrary, I had some great time watching her long pretty legs (really quite a feat for a 15 year old). One more thing to mention were her feet, which I guess started my slight toe fetish much later. She had the cutest feet, small and white, with really cute little toes. Her short big toe with black polish was enough to cause me some wet dreams. No, I'm not exaggerating in any way. Did I mention the pretty, wide smile? There was not the slightest flaw I could find on that girl.

She also had a friend and classmate, I don't remember her name. Taller than J and with long blond hair, she could be mistaked for a whore. Wearing even more seducive dresses than J and revealing her also perfect body, I imagine she must have legions of guys behind her back all the time. Whatever. It was J who was my main point of interest. Still, being so young (or should I say, being male), I often dreamed about having both of these girls in my bed. If I think about my high school times, my best memories are for these dreams. Damn, I must have a boring life! :)

Anyway. I met J qite often at school and soon learned that she is not exactly a good match for me, as we had little to talk about and all. So I ditched thought about going after her and I rather pursued other interests. Yet, for two years, I always kept watching her. She became quite an inspiration for me. Too bad I'm not a painter or sculptor, or maybe I'm lucky not to be, since I'd need a huge house to store all the art with her as my inspiration.

At the and of the 3rd grade, our class decided to have a farewell party of sorts, a week long trip in the woods. We also took our friends, and some lower grade students, including the two babes, were invited as well. Some 60 people total, we stayed in several big cottages. First evening there was a huge party at the fireplace. Seeing that J and her friend disappeared somewhere and the party turned into a drink excess, I left not long after midnight. I was alone in the room and soon fell to sleep.

Than I've heard the wooden door opening. I've opened my eyes and saw J sneaking, barefoot and wery sparsingly dressed, with an urchin smile on her face. She noticed I'm awake and sat down on the floor next to my bed. Widely smiling, she seemed a bit drunk, but her clear sight indicated she wasn't at all.

"Hey," she whispered, "Did I awake you?" I said she didn't. I wanted to ask if she doesn't know where her room is, but I immediatelly knew that's not the case, as she put her hand under my sheet and on my chest. I was a bit confused, but didn't resist, even when she begun to massage me. I invited her to my bed and she followed, taking a seat on my belly. No words were necessary. I touched her marvelous belly and thighs. It was great. After a minute, she silently called to the doors and in came J's friend and guess what - completelly nude. She joined us and started to massage J, definitelly being more interested in her than me. I've tried to touch her a few times, but she always put my hand on J's body. After a while, I begun to almost ignore her, though enjoying the presence of another perfect body.

I than took off J's bra and saw, that even her small breasts were as perfect as the rest of her. As I was about to touch them, she stopped me and suddenly, her face became rather sad. She came closer and with a curious look, she asked: "I know you have always liked me, why have you never asked me out?" In that moment, I didn't really know, much less could I answer. I said I was probably too shy. Her face turned even more said. "That's too bad, you know, I really liked you too, but I can't stand shame in guys." I said that was past and I'm quite different already. She seemed to be thinking for a while, then smiled a little and didn't say anything. We've had some nice foreplay with caressing. But when we vere both naked and about to 'do it', she begun to be thinking again, especially when she begun to gently rub my penis.

"You know, I really can't overcome it. Shame is such a turnoff for me... Just too much." I was too horny for this chat, so I kept saying that was the old me and the old me is gone. "Hm yeah," she said and looked at me with the most broken and sad look, "you like what we're doing here, right?" You're the best J, I said. I now felt I don't want to lose her. I'll be addicted on her, most likely forever. It was so strong suddenly. J smiled and kept on talking. "Well, we can have a... a deal. You can have me, like this, anytime you want. I can forgive you for being shy. But I don't think we can have regular sex, since I'm saving the best for my friend here." She meant the other girl. I guess I could live with that after all. "So you can be with us any time you want and we'll be here for you. But you mustn't betray us. You must not have sex with other women. You are ours." As crazy as it sounded, it was a offer I couldn't refuse. The two, and especially J, were all I could ever want anyway. And she had me totally in her power. So I agreed.

J than took my penis gently in her hand. "So what do we do with this? It's so much in the way... So much." She turned around to her friend. "What do you think?" Her friend said: "It's not going to work while he still has the dick. It's going to make him betray us. You can't trust." J looked at me with a sad face, nearly breaking my heart. "It's not going to work... Not unless you make a choice. It's either us, or this bodypart of yours. You can't have both... You need to chose. What do you treasure more? Oh please, tell me it's us, and not this penis of yours..." "Of course it's you," I said, "I need you more than anything else. Even my dick."

J smiled, happily. The girls then sat on both sides of my bed, both gently rubbing my dick and looking at me. "You've made us happy, deciding so... I knew you're the greatest. This is what we'll do. We'll believe you for a while, until we make some arrangements. We know some doctors who can help you keeping your promise. It's going to take just five days and we'll have your dick removed. So you can be with us, always." Her, telling me I can be always with the girls, was like a drug for me. Losing my dick seemed hardly as of any concern. I just nodded "See, you've made me happy. New let's make you feel good for the last time." She begun kissing my chest, slowly going lower, until she had my penis in her mouth and begun to give me oral. Her friend took care of my testicles and her hands massaged my lower body. When I was close to climax, J raised her head and said: "With this orgasm, you are signing the deal. It is your last squirt and you'll lose your penis in five days." She treated me with a beautiful smile. I squirt.

When I woke up, I wasn't sure whether it was all a dream, or reality. I sure wished it was the latter...