Ready for Your Present? (Complete - 09 Feb 2026)

[quirkydeadpan]

Part 7

Sam stood in the locker room doorway. "Well, here's a towel. I'll leave now, so you can get yourself sorted. I need to go tidy a bit and lock up everything. Then, we can see about getting you home."

After everything that had happened, Sam was very horny, and wanted nothing more than to 'help' the poor teenager with his shower—maybe she'd let him have his way with her, if only he'd make a move?—but she knew that he'd already been through a lot and deserved at least some privacy and dignity.

A little while later, Sam returned to the locker room. She reached behind her head and readjusted her hair. Too dazed to dry off or dress after his halfhearted second shower, Arlo sat with his back against the shower wall, stock-still except for his raw, red penis pointing skyward, again rock-hard and pulsing. The tile was damp and cold, and he was shivering a little.

Sam disrobed, first removing her shoes and putting her socks inside and placing them under a bench. Then, she took off her top and leggings and put them on top of the bench. She pulled her sports bra over her head and off and tossed it on the pile of clothes.

Arlo could see her cute, perfect breasts and rosy areolae. Her belly-button piercing glinted in the fluorescent light and her toenails were nicely painted to match her fingernails. His penis surged with libido.

Sam grasped the lacy waistband of her boy-shorts and lowered them to her ankles. As she stepped out of them and added them to the pile, Arlo couldn't help but notice the curve of her tight butt and her hypnotizing light blonde pubic hair, in a neatly trimmed triangle above her labia.

Arlo had to will himself not to explode again right then and there, especially because his penis still hurt. He likely had a friction burn, if not several. Sam walked toward him, brimming with desire, and soon enough, she was standing over him. She wanted so badly to taste him, and she wanted to feel him inside of her even more.

"I'm sorry about today. You know how curious young girls get. Think of it as a teachable moment they'll always remember, and one you'll not soon forget." She paused, and a twinkle formed in her mischievous eyes. "But I'm willing to make it up to you. You definitely deserve a reward for being such a trooper."

"Happy birthday, love," she remembered. "Ready for your present?"

Without correcting her, Arlo nodded meekly, confused whether he could finally assert himself or this was yet another test to endure.

"I'll try to be gentle." Sam lowered her tight vagina toward his rigid, throbbing penis.

Just before the couple's genitals made their initial contact, Arlo cried out, "Stop! I have a girlfriend!"

Sam was not promiscuous, more of a serial monogamist with occasional casual flings when she wasn't seeing anyone, but she had never been rejected sexually before. She was taken aback, because she knew she was attractive—to men, and sometimes women—and good at sex. She raised herself into a standing position.

Arlo slumped down, wanting to disappear. He was so confused... and horny. His brain felt broken.

"I'm sorry. You're very pretty and all, but..." He continued quietly, "Well... I mean, she's not my girlfriend, exactly. I'd like her to be. My best friend, Hazel. We've known each other since elementary school. I've been saving myself for her. Get my phone, I'll show you."

"I knew you were a virgin!"

Pulling himself back into an upright, seated position, Arlo looked as dejected as he felt.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm not trying to take the mickey. You're a good lad, from what I can tell, fit too, and any bird would be lucky to have you. Just, I could tell that before today, you'd never—You were having trouble dealing with all the... attention. I shouldn't have been so forward just now. Sorry."

Arlo seemed slightly less upset, or maybe he was just exhausted.

"You definitely did far better than I would've at your age." She winked, then got sentimental for a moment. "Though, I wish we'd met in... er, more normal circumstances. You seem like you'd be a great boyfriend."

Sam retrieved her boy-shorts and sports bra and put them back on. Then, she went to the locker where she had one of the older teen girls place his belongings earlier, after finding his backpack stuffed in a trash can, and retrieved his phone. She asked him for the passcode—he'd have to remember to change it later—and she unlocked it. Sure enough, an adorable picture of Arlo and Hazel was the home screen background.

"Ginger? Oh, someone's got a type," she teased, then laughed, remembering Molly, the redhead with glasses, who had flashed Arlo her vulva, right before Sam had her turn and brought him to a particularly intense and messy climax earlier. "Hazel, was it? She looks lovely. But if it doesn't work out, give me a ring, hey?" she said, adding her name and number to his contacts.

Again emboldened by her libido, she moved closer and crouched. "Now, how about we show young Hazel exactly what she's been missing out on?"

Before Arlo could object or cover himself, Sam aimed the phone camera at his raging erection and snapped a photo. He could only look on, horrified, as she texted the incriminating nude and a cheeky, birthday-themed message to Hazel—I know it's my birthday, but you deserve a present, too! He was so glad he hadn't shot off again right then. That would've been even worse. The first time today was already embarrassing enough.

Sam put Arlo's phone and the rest of his things on another bench, finished dressing, and walked over to him.

Extending a hand, she said, "Well, come on then, Arlo, dear. Let's get you dried off and some clothes on you before you catch your death."

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Hazel had just got home and dropped her jacket and backpack on her bed. Sat on the edge of the mattress, she took off her shoes. It had been a long and momentous day. Maybe she should go take a shower and try to relax a little? She was surprised Arlo hadn't texted yet. She knew he'd left school early, and was sure they'd get together later to celebrate his birthday. Maybe he was off doing something fun with his parents?

Later, in her bathroom, about to remove her bathrobe and step into the shower, Hazel's heart skipped a beat when she saw she had a text notification from Arlo. She couldn't help but daydream for a moment. Maybe he was finally going to ask her to be his girlfriend?