Spring Break – Chap 3: Sat Afternoon by Sunadmire
This series of stories follows Dirk and Steve, who are 20-year-old second year students at the University of Stellenbosch during their spring break, which is late September to early October in South Africa.
This chapter can be read as a standalone story. However, some readers may find it useful to read the earlier chapters first to better understand the events of this chapter.
Matric refers to Grade 12 or the final year in school, equivalent to senior year in the US, a year during which scholars turn 18 years old. Several interprovincial school sport tournaments (South African Championships or SA’s in short) take place during the winter break (July). This is the story of what happened during the most recent winter break.
All characters are 18 or above.
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Acknowledgements: I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. I take responsibility for any error that remains.
I also want to thank bbcbarry9033 for giving valuable feedback after an initial read-through. A word of appreciation is also due to members of the ‘Author’s hangout’ for suggestions on how to deal with history.
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Previously: Dirk and Steve were travelling the 1,800 kilometers (1,120 mi) from Stellenbosch to Tzaneen by car. The radio wasn’t working and they decided to tell each other stories of their past sexual encounters to pass the time.
It was a two-day trip and they completed the first two out of three driving stretches of the first day in order to overnight in Bloemfontein which is almost 1,000 kilometers (620 mi) from Stellenbosch. During the first stretch, Steve told Dirk about the sex he had with Juliette, a lactating young mother (Chapter 1). During the second stretch, Dirk told Steve how he took the virginity of his best friend’s sister (Chapter 2).
The two travelers were ready for the third and final stretch of the day towards Bloemfontein in Dirk’s red VW City Golf.
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The two men went through the same seat-switching ritual as they did at the start of the second part of the trip. Dirk almost hooked his knees behind his ears when he shifted into the cramped space behind the steering wheel that Steve vacated at the end of the last stretch. As he moved his seat backwards to create more leg room and rhetorically mumbled something about big guys and small cars.
Steve was pulling his seat way forward to afford his feet a resting place on the footboard. He took his time to position his orthopedic support for his back.
Dirk was eager to get Steve going on another story. If it was as hot as Steve’s previous story about the lactating mother, then he would be in for another treat. Steve was still busy sorting their new snack purchases when he prompted him to begin. “Why don’t you tell me about your first sex?”
Steve wasn’t very enthusiastic about the idea. “That story wouldn’t last until the first off-ramp. I have very little recollection of the event because I was semi-drunk by the time we went to bed. It happened at the after-party of the matric ball, which was less than a month after I turned eighteen. The girl, she turned eighteen in February, had some previous experience, while I wasn’t too sure about what to do. She took the initiative and sucked me off. When she got me to the edge, she mounted me cowgirl style and helped my hands to her breasts. She rode me until I came, bareback.
“We drank on the occasion, but she must have spiked my bubbly and slipped in a Viagra as well. I fell asleep shortly after I came and woke up the next morning alone and naked with my pubic hair in a mess from cum that leaked from her when she dismounted. I searched for her with a pounding headache and raging boner and found her in bed in the arms her friend’s boyfriend — her best friend knocked out at the other side of the bed. I went back to the room to freshen up with a shower, got dressed and went home.
“I can try to color it in a bit more, but that is the whole story. A case of ‘wham-bam-thank-you-man’. I don’t even think she came, at least not from me.”
“Why would she put up with you if you are inexperienced and drunk?” Dirk was caught unprepared for this turn of events and tried to buy time to think of an alternative theme.
Steve gave it a bit of thought before he answered. “She was the one who got me tipsy in the first place. I guess that she and the boyfriend actually wanted to sleep with each other from the beginning and spiked her friend as well.”
Dirk was still puzzled. “Why screw you if she was interested in sex with another guy?”
This question bugged Steve in the past and he figured that he had an idea. “I think she just wanted to fuck a guy who was still a virgin, something on a bucket list like in my case. And I believe girls think I am large because my genitals are more pronounced on my small stature although I am average down there.” Steve’s ego couldn’t let his honesty about his size get away with it. “Actually, somewhat bigger than average.” He gave a quick look in Dirk’s direction when he remembered that Dirk has a significant larger member than him.
“You are such an extrovert, how come you ended up with her?” The whole situation was strange for Dirk.
“I wasn’t always this extroverted. I was one of the youngest and the shortest boys in the class and it got on top of me. If I had been more outgoing at school, I wouldn’t have been unattached during rage. My encounter with Juliette changed everything, it gave me an emotional boost.
Dirk realized that the idea wasn’t going to fly and thought of a different theme. “What about… the most recent?”
Steve started to smile. “You say the most recent? There is a story there and I think you’ll love it.
“It happened during this past winter holiday. I was alone at home because Mom worked during the day, marking exam papers, and Sis was selected to represent the Free State schools netball team at the SA’s in Nelspruit, only to be back on the Friday. At first, I thought it was a big mistake and that I should have accepted your invitation to go to Tzaneen with you instead.
“I was tired after the exams and did not feel like visiting my old school pals, in any case. Many of them were no longer in Bloemfontein and those who still lived there, worked during the day. I was totally bored for the first few days and got out of bed late in the morning. When I was awake, I played Final Fantasy on my PlayStation to pass the time. Remember those accounts that we played with at the beginning of the year?”
Dirk smiled when he recalled the weekend of non-stop play and nodded his head.
“It snowed on the Drakensberg on the Wednesday and it became shivering cold to make matters worse. Nobody dared to go outside, and those who did brave the cold, were dressed like Eskimos; the more layers you wore, the better.
“By Thursday, not even Final Fantasy could interest me any longer and I couldn’t wait for Sis to be home again. The tournament ended Thursday afternoon with the closing ceremony during the evening. The Free State team’s bus departed shortly after the ceremony, planning to drive through the night. I was just too grateful when they let me know just after ten on the Friday morning that they were at the drop-off point and I had to pick her up.