I was kinky and she knew it, so she left the sneakers on while she flattened me onto my back and climbed aboard in a sixty-nine. And then the first half of my cock was engulfed in her mouth while she split her legs over my face and we settled into our comfortable routine.
Her lips were a powerful suction as she moved up and down my shaft. Neither of us had any experience except each other, but I’d bet everything I owned that my Monica was the best cocksucker in school. I let her do her thing while I hungrily slurped up every drop of fluid coming out of her steaming pussy. Meanwhile, my hands roved around, alternately petting her naked thighs and rubbing my palms against the tight globes of her ass.
More than once, I had to stop and just grab onto her hips, clenching my torso while trying to stave off my imminent orgasm. She let me calm down and back away from the edge twice, perhaps out of respect for my desire to last a few minutes longer or perhaps out of selfish want for me to keep eating her out.
Either way, the third time I got to the edge (and after I’d gotten her to cum again as well), she didn’t back off and instead jacked me even faster until I was erupting, spewing gob after gob of white lava into her sucking mouth.
She swallowed every drop. And once she’d caught her breath she turned around and molded her naked body against mine while we took a short break.
I glanced at the clock, we had 30 minutes if Danielle’s promise held up. But the longer we waited the riskier it became. And so before I’d completely recovered I rolled us over and planted a tender kiss on Monica’s panting lips.
She beamed up at me, one hand coming up to caress my face. No words came out but the adoration was evident in her deep, dark eyes.
“Do you want to?” I asked her softly. I had a pained but hopeful expression on my face. If she said no, I would back off immediately.
“Yes…” she breathed.
My cock hardened almost immediately. My body instinctively rolled towards her and readied itself to mount her.
“I want to, but we won’t,” she continued. Her gaze was serious.
My lips pressed together and I closed my eyes in dejection. I rolled away, flat on my back with my gaze pointed towards the ceiling.
“Hey, Prom night’s in just a few months,” she was caressing my cheek again.
“Months…” I whimpered.
“Wait for me, baby,” she pleaded. “It’ll be worth it.”
I nodded. Her hand reached down and felt my hardness, unflagging in its appreciation for her naked body, no matter what her words were saying. “Come on, big boy. We’ve got some time and I want to feel you spurt between my big tits.”
***
When Monday arrived, the entire football team was welcomed to school like heroes. Each and every student stood to the side as Nate and I came down the hall, and a few even started a smattering of applause.
I caught the looks from a gaggle of Junior Varsity cheerleaders. They were young, but they were very cute. Further down the hallway were the Volleyball chicks: tall, skinny, and all smiles for us. Even the nerd girls, the ones who spent more time with lab equipment than on their appearance, shyly blushed when they found I was looking at them.
Everybody loved us.
Well, almost everybody. There were the anarchists who openly despised high school sports and the stoners who were just so out of it they could care less. And then there were the ‘Heights’ chicks.
The gaggle of prissy girls were all from the ‘Heights’ side of town. You could always recognize them because they went out of their way to make sure you included the word ‘Heights’ after the city name where we lived. Despite being hero jocks, our parents lived in houses that weren’t quite worth $5 million and therefore we weren’t even worth their time, at least on an ordinary day.
But this day, this Monday after winning the Rivalry Game and getting the game ball, I was puffed up like a rooster. I strutted along and pointedly fixed my gaze at Amber, quite possibly the hottest girl in school, and only a Junior.
5’10”, blonde, blue eyes, big rack, all on a trim, lithe body. I mean, we’re talking Barbie doll proportions here. Blessed with a model pretty face, she would have given Cherys a run for her money in the attractiveness department if it weren’t for the bitchy attitude that ruined the look.
In my opinion, Amber was the only really good looking one in the whole bunch. The rest were just rich, as if expensive designer clothes made up for their average appearance.
She glanced up as we approached, more an unconscious peek when seeing a moving object in the corner of her eye than any active desire to look at me. With her oversized Chanel sunglasses, I wouldn’t have even noticed except for the fact that I was staring straight at her. Beautiful blondes with big tits and short skirts have that effect on me.
Anyways, Amber was already swiveling back to her friends when she belatedly realized I was actually looking her up and down, the way an interested male always evaluates a pretty girl.
Damn she was a fiiine looking chick. And after getting shut out by Monica over the weekend and basking in my current hero-worship, I was feeling a little cocky. And besides, she was just a Junior, not one of the alpha-female bitchy Seniors.
Amber quickly broke my reverie. “What the hell are you looking at?” she hissed, the blank stare of her black sunglasses coldly ripping through my self-confidence.
Witty words failed me. I kind of stuttered, “N-n-nothing.” And then in an attempt to salvage what dignity I had left, I continued down the hallway towards my next class. Nate knew better than to comment.
Fortunately, we bumped into Monica and Ellie just a minute later. Both girls gleefully giggled and ran up to us.
“Hi baby!” Monica leapt into my arms for a searing kiss. I don’t know if seeing the throngs of students following us turned her on, or she was just establishing her territory in front of everybody. Either way, her tongue was massaging some point a few inches down my throat.
Ellie and Nate just hung back, giving each other awkward grins. Not that they were awkward around each other. We’d all been in the same circle of friends throughout High School and they even dated briefly last year. It’s just that they were used to such displays of affection between their respective best friends, that’s all.
They patiently waited us out, and then the first bell rang and it was time to move along. Monica and Nate said goodbye and walked off together. They shared the same first period. Ellie and I had our first period together, and we headed along per usual.
Now I’d known Ellie for years. After all, we were the same age, from the same part of town. We’d been going to the same schools since first grade and I’d been crushing on her big sister Cherys since the fourth grade. I was even one of the first people to start calling her ‘Ellie’ instead of ‘Elemis’ in Middle School.
And in all that time, we’d probably walked to a few thousand classes together, just comfortable friendly walks. And TODAY was the first day in history that Ellie reached out and held my hand as we walked along.
She did it so casually and so easily that I didn’t even realize it for thirty seconds or so. But when I made the first instinct to let go, she just gripped my hand harder.
There are many times in a boy’s life where he’s trying to process too many things at once and the brain just kind of… locks up. Like Windows freezing and even mashing CTRL-ALT-DEL doesn’t help. So the entire way to class and even partway into the room itself, Ellie held my hand while I did nothing to stop her. And when she finally let go of me to get to her seat, I had to admit, I missed the warmth and fuzzy affectionate feelings that had come with her touch. I found myself looking at her longingly as she put down her book bag and got herself settled.
Halfway through the class that followed, my mind started wandering. Ellie was in a typically short skirt today, her desk two chairs ahead of me and to the right. From here, I could see the soft curves of her legs and a pleasant image came unbidden to my mind: It was the vision of Ellie in her cheerleading uniform, shaking her ass at me before the big game. And then her sweet voice was in my head… “I’d let him in me if he ever stopped to ask.”
I found that my hands were sweaty as I gripped the deskchair. And then as Ellie turned around and looked right at me, I realized that I was trembling.
But then I noticed that EVERYONE in the room was looking at me, and I nearly went into a full-blown panic.
And then our teacher’s voice cut in. “David? Do you know the answer?”
Oh, hell. He was calling on me? What was the question?
What class was this again?
***
My hormones were raging out of control. Ellie kept flirting with me non-stop ALL FUCKING DAY. I was beginning to realize she seriously wanted to jump my bones for some reason, and not just teasing or playing around the way we’d been doing for years.
I wasn’t able to find any private time alone with Monica to relieve my sexual tension and after school we had football practice. Last Friday’s heroes or not, there was still another game coming up this week.
I got home totally and utterly exhausted. It had been a stressful Monday, and to make matters worse, just when I was about to fall asleep, quietly ecstatic moans began fluttering through my bedroom wall.
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