*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Autumn Jones alarm clock buzzed beside her as she reached over and hit the dismiss button. Tiny specks of light flooded in through her curtains and she could hear her father outside on the lawn mower giving the lawn its first trim of the season. 

She sleepily dragged herself out of bed and stumbled into her bathroom. She brushed her red hair back from her face, looking at the pale freckle faced girl staring back at her. 

Her pale skin was dusted with light freckles, and her emerald green eyes gave her a unique look. She had long slender arms, and long thick legs. Her breasts were small, but perky in her loose fitting tank that she slept in the night before. Her hips were wide, and her but nice and round from numerous squats and exercises at track practice. 

She brushed her teeth and ran a brush through her hair, throwing it into a pony tail high on her head. Walking back into her room, she grabbed her gym bag, and dug out her track shorts and the cropped t-shirt she always wore to practice. 

"Hey sweetie, do you need a ride home from practice?" Gina, her mother, asked her as she grabbed a slice of toast in the kitchen. 

"Nope, Dustin and I are going to a movie after," she smiled at her mother.

Just then, her father walked in. 

"You know I don't like him, Autty. You can do way better, and not to mention with your track scholarship just around the corner, you need to focus on College this summer." 

Autumn rolled her eyes before grabbing her gym bag, giving her parents a quick hug, and running outside.

Practice that day was rough, and Coach Henderson ran them hard. Autumn's clothes were sticking to her with sweat as she sat on the bleachers waiting for Dustin. 

"Hey Autumn, what's up?" 

Autumn looked up to see Spencer walking towards her. Spencer had known Autumn since 3rd grade, and everyone except Autumn knew he had the biggest crush for her. 

"Not much, Spence, just waiting for Dustin to get here," Autumn replied, moving her bag to allow Spencer to sit down beside her. 

The two sat and talked about the colleges they wanted to apply to, and twenty minutes later Dustin finally pulled up. 

"Hey Babe! Sorry I'm late, got held up at work," Dustin said, jogging towards the pair. 

Spencer muttered something that sounded like a goodbye, before glaring at Dustin and taking off. 

"That's alright, I was just talking to Spence."

"You know he likes you," Dustin spat, cutting her off.

"He wants in your pants."

"He's not like that, besides only you can get in my pants." Autumn grinned and playfully bit his lower lip. 

Dustin smiled, grabbing her pony tail, pulling her head back, and trailing tiny kisses down her neck. 

Little did they know, Spencer was watching from his car in the parking lot, a tingling in his groin. He watched as the two made out, Dustin's hand slowly inching into Autumn's track shorts. He could see she was enjoying this. 

He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. He pictured that Autumn's soft, fit body was pressed against his instead. He could feel her tiny perky breasts pressed against his upper stomach, her nipples erect. He could smell her hair, after a workout smelling of sweat and vanilla. 

He ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing her nipples on the way down. Her breath slowing, her hands exploring him at the same time. 

As he kissed her, tasting her raspberry lip gloss, his hands slid into her shorts. He could feel the smallest amount of soft hair, and lower her soft lips, moist with anticipation. Slowly, he lowered her so that she was sitting on the bench. 

Grabbing her shorts and panties, he pulled them off excitedly. "Wow," he thought to himself. A small strip of bright red hair pointed his mouth in the right direction. He made slow small circles, and her juices were so sweet. She moaned, appreciating the amazing torture he was putting her through. 

Clumsily, he unbuttoned his jeans, his cock sprung forth, hard from the taste of her. Her lips closed around him, and felt amazing, her hair soft in his hand, guiding her up and down the long shaft. She pulled away, and turned around, placing her knee on the upper bench. 

Slowly, he pushed into her. Soft and moist, she was very tight around him. Her soft moans almost pushed him over the edge, and his pace quickened. Leaning forward, he rubbed her soft and wet clit. Her moans grew louder, and he could feel himself reaching an orgasm. 

He slapped her ass, leaving bright red marks on her light skin. Thrusting into her he could feel it, he was cumming, really cumming. 

He could feel the warm liquid on the hand he had been using to get off. His eyes opened. Looking around, Dustin and Autumn were gone. Reaching into the glove compartment, and taking out a napkin, he cleaned himself off. 

One day, maybe, he could have the real Autumn.