The DT Files

The DT Files

412: Fire! (7)

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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I know, I've done this so many times, but I think this time there will be some smut. At least, I hope so, lol!

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"Ugh, bladder can't wait for a descent hour," Daria complained. She sighed and got out of what was once Penny Lane's bed and headed for the bathroom. She was wondering if this had been a bad time for her to have to spend the night here, seeing that Jane and tom were having problems.

She noticed that the door was cracked and the light of a night light was shining through. Chalking it up to one of the Lane siblings being only awake enough to turn the light on, Daria pressed forward. However, when she opened the door, her eyes widened and her face flushed.

There, standing at the toilet, naked, was Trent. What made the situation even more embarrassing for Daria was the fact that Trent was at full mast, and he was stroking himself. Her brain tried to yell at the rest of her body to move, but her feet would listen to her brain's pleas. She watched as he started grunting in pleasure and his cock blasted its white discharge into the bowl.

This sight seemed to kick start Daria. She quickly ran form the door and back into Penny's room. Trent got his boxers and pants back on and headed out, not noticing that the door was opened wider than he had left it.

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"I did not see that, "I did not see that, I did not see that, "I did not see that!" Daria chanted in a mantra. She tried to calm herself down, but it was quickly becoming a futile task. "He must be at least 8...gah!" Daria fumed, her mouth running away with itself. She buried her face into the pillow. She couldn't believe that she had seen that.

Her thoughts then turned to what Amy had told her about the Barksdale libido. Amy had warned her that once a Barksdale was introduced to sex, they would want more and more of it. It wasn't that the Barksdale women were promiscuous, it was that their drives were at or near the level of most men. Although, Amy had made a snide remark about Rita being more willing to spread her legs quicker, but Daria had ignored it.

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"Hey Daria, I think Tom's up with Jane," Trent greeted.

She couldn't speak. Ever since she seen Trent pleasure himself, her thoughts were more on him. Hell, she had found herself comparing Tom to Trent when she and Tom had been talking about dictators in Penny's room.

"You ok?"

"Huh, oh, yeah," Daria finally answered, distractedly.

"Something wrong?"

Daria sighed, "Sorry. I...uh...you should have kept the bathroom door shut."

"Hmmmm?"

"When I stayed here a couple of weeks ago, I saw you...uh...pleasuring yourself," she said, her face feeling as if it were on fire.

"That's why the door was opened as much as it was. Thought I had pulled it to," Trent mused with a grin.

"Uh, you're not..."

"That wasn't the first time a girl's caught me rubbing one out."

Daria blushed even more from the way he had said that.

"It's alright," he said, still smiling. "Of course, I haven't had anyone catch me doing that since I was a senior."

"Not Monique?"

"I kept myself mostly clothed around her. I wasn't too sure how many guys she had slept with."

"I'm just glad that...well...damn, this is awkward."

"Hey," he said and put a hand on her shoulder, "I'm not mad."
Just his hand on her should made liquid fire flow through her veins. She could feel her nipples hardening and a warmth building between her legs.

"Tell Jane I'll see her later," Daria said, wanting to get back home quickly for the first time in her life. She needed to get a cold shower and get as far from Trent as she could get.

"You ok, you look feverish," he said, now touching her forehead. Her thoughts wandered to the thought of wishing that hand was under her shirt. Her face jumped another couple of degrees.

"No, I'm not coming down with something," she said, pulling away from him.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I traumatized you with...well, you know."

"It's ok, it was my fault. I didn't knock because the door was opened."

"No, I didn't close the stupid door," he said, coming closer to her.

"No, I shouldn't have had that last class of water before going to bed."

She tried to move away again, but felt that she was against the door. She tried to turn the knob, but Trent's hand on hers stopped her.

"I don't want things to be awkward between us."

"I..." she began, but with him being so close and the images of him from that night still swimming through her head, she was having a hard time thinking.

"First time seeing a guy naked?"

"Yeah," she answered, wishing his grip on her hand would loosen so she could open the door.

"Hmmmm, you need a cold shower, don't you?"

"More like a dip in the Arctic Ocean," she said and put her other hand over her mouth. Trent smiled.

"You liked what you saw," he said as more as a statement.

"I plead the fifth," she answered.

"If you needed to use the bathroom that badly, you could have helped me you know," he replied with a teasing smile.

Now she was about ready to tear Trent's hand off of hers and rip open the door. He pressed her firmly against the door and stroked her cheek. Now knowing that she might be interested, he leaned in closer.

"How close are you to your 18tgh birthday?"

"Just a couple of months," she answered.

Trent grinned, "Cool," he said and kissed her. The dam of restraint broke and she found herself kissing back. Trent smiled and continued kissing her, but he was finding it hard to continue this due to the height difference.

She let out a little squeak as she was picked up bridal style by Trent. He continued kissing her and she contentedly sighed.

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The two fell onto the couch down in the basement. Trent decided that if this was going to happened, and he was hoping it would, it was going to happen in the basement.

Hot?" he asked as Daria pulled away and tossed her jacked off.

"Your fault," she growled and resumed kissing him. His hands slowly crept under her shirt. He didn't know how far she wanted to go so he'd take this next step slowly. She rolled her eyes at him and removed her shirt.

She sighed as her back hit the couch and Trent laid atop of her, his own shirt now discarded. He unclasped her bra and removed it, tossing it onto the floor with her jacked and shirt. She gasped, feeling his mouth on her left nipple. She found herself wrapping an arm around his head and running her fingers through his unkempt hair. She felt his cock poking her through his jeans. He lifted up off of her for a moment and loosened his belt and kicked off his pants. He also removed her boots and socks.

"Stop me if you don't want this," he advised in a growl.

"Just be gentle, it's my first time," she replied. With that, boxers, skirt, and panties were the last to hit the floor.

She gasped again, feeling two of his fingers inside of her. For a minute or two, he started stretching her out, readying her for him. Her hips rose up, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of her. He pulled out and licked his fingers clean of her juice.

Laying a top of her, he slowly entered her. She panted, feeling his cock stretching her further. His cock head bumped against her hymen. He thrust forward, quickly, so that this part could be gotten over and done with. She whimpered, being a pain wimp made that deep penetration hurt. He held still, holding her and trying to get over it.

Eventually, he pulled out and pushed back in again. It still hurt, but there was a slight hint of pleasure. He began a moderate pace, and the longer it went on , the more pleasure she started to feel. He kept that pace, having done this before he had picked up a few tricks that allowed him to get the girl off several times before letting himself go.

The closer she got to orgasm, the slower he would move within her. She then came, arching her spine up at him. Trent stopped, letting her body thrash underneath him in pleasure. When she came back down, he started thrusting again, building her up again.
The scent of sex permeated the room as Trent continued to give her the ride of her life. She felt another, powerful, orgasm building within her body.

"Shit! Trent!"

He smirked. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and started slamming into her. She came again, and he continued to fuck her through it. The oversexed auburn cried out a third time and the grip her pussy gave his cock was Trent's undoing. The two grunted their mutual pleasure.

"Damn," Trent sighed out.

"Can we forget that damn project?" Daria requested.

"Yeah," Trent replied. The two heard the basement door open.

"Damn, who...Trent? You down here mating?"

"Get out of here Janie," Trent growled.

"Just wanted to ask if Daria had shown up? She was supposed to be here and..."

""You heard your brother, get out of here," Daria growled. Jane stood there, her mouth on the floor. Thinking she was dreaming, she went back up stairs and Trent and Daria exploded into laughter.