A literotic sexstories: 4 – Senior Year by robstenson
Eleventh grade was incredibly non-descript. I did a lot of the same things I imagine most teenage boys did in the early 2000s in a big city – smoking pot, drinking when I could get my hands on alcohol, and just trying to get action wherever and whenever I could.
I was still carrying on my sexual relationship with Mrs. Curtis, one of the Phys. Ed. Teachers at my school, during the school year, and I have to admit that she was the best fuck I had probably had to that point. By the time I was seventeen and finishing eleventh grade, I had probably slept with around twenty or so different girls and women. I never really thought about why at the time, but thinking back, I have eventually understood that women talk, and the blessing in my pants was something a small number of experienced young women were after. None of them compared to my experiences with Mrs. Curtis, though, not even the threesome I had had with my best friend’s sister and one of her friends. I think a big part of it was the risk of getting caught – we almost always were going at it on school property somewhere, save for the odd time where we met in one of our cars.
Summer had approached entirely too quickly – I spent most of my three months off working for my dad, doing whatever needed to be done around the office. I was essentially the coffee bitch and ended up filling in as the secretary for a month after the one who worked there abruptly quit without reason.
I never was one to look forward to the first day of school, and this year was barely different. The allure of being a senior was moderately enticing, and getting to have a senior’s common area with couches and tables to hang out in before school and during spare periods was pretty relaxing. Other than that, though, I was really not looking forward to the promise of spending most of the nine months learning about stuff that wouldn’t even be relevant to my educational path beyond high school. Above all, however, I was least looking forward to going through another school year without a girlfriend. I had been with a few women multiple times, not really bouncing between women, but sticking with one for a few weeks or a month, and I was genuinely starting to feel like I was missing something.
Sex is always welcome in my life, but most of my guy friends had been going steady with someone for at least half a year at this point, and I was starting to feel like a bit of an extra wheel whenever we’d go places. We would have dinner for five or seven, and most of my guy friends were too busy most of the time. By the time September rolled around, I was feeling pre-emptively dejected about how I would fare as a senior.
As I parked across the street from school on orientation day, picking up my schedule and books, my heart jumped a few beats. There was Emily, my first girlfriend. The girl who had taken my virginity and shared most of my first experiences with the fairer sex.
“Oh my God, Rob!” she screamed as she ran up to me, hugging me tightly like she hadn’t been gone the last eighteen months.
I was at a complete loss for words. This was the girl who meant everything to me. This was the girl I first thought I loved, though in reality, she was just the first female to accept me into her bed, so that probably played a big part in those feelings.
“What are you doing here?” I finally managed to spit out.
“Nice to see you too, Rob,” she rolled her eyes at me. “I convinced my parents to let me finish school at home so I would have an easier time applying to universities. They agreed that it would also be nice if I could graduate with the friends I’ve had for most of my life.”
“I’m so happy to see you, you have no idea,” I was beaming at her.
“Look, I’m on my way home, but let me know if you want to get together,” she proposed.
“Is that ok with your parents? The last time your mom saw me…” I mumbled, remembering the awkward situation that led to Emily being taken out of school in tenth grade.
“Look, Rob, they know I’m turning eighteen in a few months, and they know they can’t stop me from being promiscuous. They really like you do, my dad always thought you were super polite and respectful. Part of the condition for me being allowed to be at school again is that I put school first, but they’re fine with me having a boyfriend – it’s probably better than me sleeping around.”
“I’d love to see you, then. I’ve really missed you, Emily… you have no idea how much.”
Grabbing my hand in hers, she began writing on it, “Here’s my new cell phone number. Text me later, and maybe you can come over for dinner tonight. I’ll try to smooth things out with my mom before you come over!”
I hug her again, and she lifts her head, kissing me lightly on the lips, before running off to catch up to Alexa, her ride home.
I went into the school and got my schedule, saying hello to some friends on the way and meeting a few of the new faculty members. I grabbed some pre-application forms for university, and made my way to the gym.
Knocking on the door, I poked my head inside to see Mrs. Curtis chatting with some student I didn’t recognize, as well as two older people I imagine where this girl’s parents.
“Oh and this my star athlete, Rob!” Mrs. Curtis said, with sarcasm that this family couldn’t detect.
“Hey, Mrs. Curtis, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something,” I tell her, backing out of the room and apologizing to the family.
“No need, young man,” the father addressed me. “We need to get going as it is – Mrs. Curtis, it was nice to meet you, and I look forward to helping you with any lacrosse teams I can!”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Stevens. Have a great day!” She follows them to the door, closing it behind them. She clicks the lock shut, and slowly turns around biting her lip.
“Look, Mrs. Curtis, as much as I’d definitely love to right now, there’s a more important reason I came down to the gym. Emily is back in town, and is finishing school as a senior here.”
“Yes, I heard about that, Rob. Are you going to try to get back together?”
“I think she wants to – I just ran into her across the street, and… I don’t know, I just feel like this is something I should maybe not be doing if I have a steady girlfriend. Especially since you’re the reason she’s been gone.”
“I’m still sorry about that, Rob. I think it’s worked out pretty well for the both of us in the meantime, though. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Melanie, we both know that what goes on here is fucking incredible. That’s not my concern. I can’t be having sex with you if me and Emily get back together.”
“Are you back together yet?” she asked me, pulling at my cock through my trousers.
“Well, not technically, I guess, but today isn’t really a good day to be doing this sort of thing is it? There could be new students touring the building, or you may get called to go meet someone.”
“So you’re not technically dating again, yet. And judging by Mr. Hard in your pants, he doesn’t seem to think it makes a difference either way.”
“You can’t seriously expect me to keep fucking you the entire school year if I do end up having a serious girlfriend!”
“I don’t expect you to, Rob. Right now, though” she trailed off, dropping to her knees and unzipping my pants.
Grabbing her under the arms, I lifted her back up gazing down into her eyes.
“Mrs. Curtis. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, because what we’ve had has been better than anything else I’ve had, but I don’t think I can do this. I think I might actually have feelings for her, and I can’t just do something like this without feeling bad about it.”
Her hand snaked its way into my pants, circling my hard cock to the best of her ability.
“Look, Rob, I know things are going to have to change. But… maybe we could just have one last time? Right now. I need it, and you obviously need it,” she responds, once again dropping to her knees.
As my head enters her mouth, I look down at her, her eyes locked onto mine, fucking me with them as well as she’s fucking me with her mouth.
“This is the last time, then. You promise?” I ask her, not entirely sure if I even care as the suction feels heavenly.
“We’ll see,” she grins up at me, before taking my cock into her throat.
“Mrs. Curtis to the front desk please, Mrs. Curtis to the front desk.” She’s being paged over the PA system.
“Fucking timing,” she pouts after pulling my cock out of her mouth.
Pulling me by my cock behind her, she drops her pants and leans over the chair, picking up the phone. Looking at me, she tilts her head to ask what I’m waiting for.
Lining up my cock with her pussy, I slide it along, spreading some wetness to make sure it goes in smoothly.
“This is Mrs. Curtis – I’m kind of indisposed at the moment,” she says into the phone, looking back at me and licking her lips. “I realize you need me at the front desk, but I’m having – OW. As I was saying, I’m having some female issues and need a few minutes in my office to compose myself. I will be up as soon as I can, thank you!”
Looking back, she smacks my arm – retaliation for pinching her nipples through her shirt.
“You should probably be wearing a bra then,” I laugh, as I shove my cock into her now soaked pussy.
“Oh fuck, this is what I’ve been missing all summer,” she moans.
I gently ease myself in about halfway, allowing her to reorient herself to my size. Pulling her hair, I grab her neck, and bite hard on her ear.
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