Take it Easy – Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do by zxnoregretsxz69 – Part 1B
“I will, mijo. Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you too, señora Delgado.” I followed my friends out the door.
“Dude, why do you have to flirt with every woman or girl that you meet?” Adam asked me, only half-joking.
“I like to grant their wishes of being hit on by an incredibly charming and good-looking stranger.” I answered, not really paying attention.
I walked over to my car and Ashton hopped in, as she had done on the way over. I started driving back to school. When we reached a red light, however, Ashton siezed me and pulled me in for a kiss. I was surprised, but I rolled with it and got caught up in the kiss until someone honked from behind us, alerting me that the light had changed.
I reluctantly broke off the kiss so I could drive as I quoted Albert Einstein. “‘Any man who can drive safely and kiss a pretty girl simply isn’t giving the kiss the attention it deserves.'” I’ve been known to spout random quotes and pieces of trivia, but they’re not usually quite that relevant to the situation at hand.
Ashton sighed. “Fine, I’ll ask. How do you know that?”
I shrugged. My brain absorbs information very well, especially unimportant information. Since there’s no way I can really explain that to my friends, I don’t even try to anymore.
“Sorry for ruining your post-kiss bliss.” I said. “I know it can take a while to come down from the high created by kissing me. I suppose I’m like cocaine in that way.”
“Oh, my god. You are such a narcissist it’s surreal.” Ashton had her face in her hands.
I smirked and kept driving. We arrived at school and headed off to PE. Although most people hate PE, I actually love it. Since most of the people in the class are very out-of-shape, I feel like an Olympian most of the time. The same goes for Jake and David, who are in my class, though they’d never say it because they’re too “humble”.
Unfortunately, the boring first-day rules applied to PE, too. We all sat in the bleachers, so I lounged, obnoxiously stretching out to take up four rows. Coach Kantorek, or Coach K, as he wants to be called, went over the rules and gave us a bunch of safety forms to get signed.
“Christ, that was boring.” David moaned. Jake and I voiced our agreement and said goodbye as we headed our seperate ways. Next period, I went through the motions again in math, trying my best to stay awake.
Finally, the bell rang and I could go to my favorite class, art. I’ve been in art as many years as possible, so Ms. Archer knows me well. Ms. Archer is, without a doubt, the best teacher I’ve ever had. She was born to hippie parents, so she’s super chill, but she’s also one of the best artists I’ve ever seen. Also, it helps that she’s young and pretty. She’s a little on the short side, but makes up for it with killer curves.
“Hi, Ms. Archer!” I walked in with a smile on my face.
“Aaron Moody! My favorite student.” She came around her desk and hugged me. “How was your summer?”
“Great. I painted a lot.”
“You’ll have to show me sometime!” She declared.
“I will.” I promised.
I sat down in the middle of the room and waited to see who else was in my class. To my surprise, Ashton and Lana walked in together.
“Aaron?” Lana asked.
“Yeah, it’s me. What, you don’t think I’m cool enough to be an artiste?” I teased her.
“No… I’m just surprised, that’s all.”
“So am I. You never mentioned that you like art.” I scolded her.
“Ashton, Aaron, who’s your friend?” Ms. Archer interrupted.
“Ms. Archer, this is Lana. She just moved here from New York.” Ashton introduced the two of them and then she and Lana sat on either side of me.
While we waited for class to start, we began the ritual of watching the people come in. One reason that I’ve always liked art class is that it provides an opportunity for people who are considered “weird” or “goth” or whatever to be treated equally. In art, it doesn’t matter how you dress; everyone in the class wants to be there because they have a passion for the subject, so we are all the same in that way.
Ms. Archer began. “Hello class, I’m Ms. Archer. I assume you all know the rules, so today I’ll allow you some free time to unwind after that long day of boredom.”
She winked at me and sat behind her desk to work on a clay mask that she was painting.
I pulled out my sketchpad and started doodling. After I drew a fish with a man’s muscular torso, Adam’s face with a pig’s nose, and a Ferrari crashing into a Lamborghini, the bell rang and I started packing up. When I glanced over at Lana, I saw that she had been drawing on her own sketchpad.
“Hey, Lana, can I look at that?”
“Um… Yeah, sure.” She shyly replied.
It was a pencil drawing of me; Lana had captured my features perfectly. My brow was furrowed in concentration, my hair messy and spiked, my shirt just tight enough to show my muscular shoulders and chest, the tendons in my hand and forearm taut as I gripped the pencil. I was suitably impressed.
“Lana, this is awesome!” I grinned at her.
“Thanks.” A broad smile crept onto her face. Everyone likes hearing that their work is appreciated.
“I can’t wait to see what else you can do.” I remarked while she put her sketchpad away.
After Lana left for soccer, Ashton and I made our way down the hall.
“Hey, I forgot something in the dance locker room. Can you come with me to get it?” She asked me.
“Yeah, sure.” I said. I wasn’t in any hurry to be home (Nicole was getting a ride from a friend), so I walked her to the locker room. When we got there, though, I hovered hesitantly by the door.
“There’s no one in there.” She laughed. “You can come in.”
“Boldly go where no man has gone before…” I muttered as I followed her in.
“I have a confession to make.” She said, grinning mischievously. “I didn’t forget anything.”
“I knew– !” I stopped as Ashton covered my mouth with hers. When she ran her hand up and down my crotch, I knew she was in a hurry.
She pushed me down onto one of the benches and grabbed my rock-hard dick through my jeans.
“I never got to pay you back for yesterday morning.” She said seductively while she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. I threw her shirt open and admired her bra-covered chest.
“Y’know, our propensity toward public fornication is gonna get us in a LOT of trouble one of these days.” I sighed as she took my cock into her mouth.
She stopped bobbing for a second and gave me a look.
“Sorry. I’ll stop talking now.” I mimed zipping my mouth shut, locking it, and throwing away the key.
Ashton was taking her time, sucking and stroking away. I leaned back and let her work her magic. She would occasionally move down from my cock and focus her mouth’s attention on my balls, which felt amazing.
Suddenly, she popped my dick out of her mouth. I made a very sad face, but this was quickly replaced by a broad smile when she pulled down her yoga pants to display her thong-covered ass.
“Do you like my new underwear?” She asked with a shake of her butt.
“I don’t know. Let me feel.” I grabbed a handful of her ass and pretended to think about it. “Actually, y’know who it would look better on?”
“Who?” She asked suspiciously.
“The floor.” I pulled it off and threw it on the floor by her pants.
“Yep.” I took a second to appraise her naked lower half. “Definitely looks better on the floor.”
With that, I lifted her onto the bench and climbed on top of her in a missionary-like position. I inserted the head of my cock into her dripping-wet pussy and slowly started pushing it in. Ashton gasped and grabbed the back of my head to kiss me fiercely.
Continuing the theme of taking it slowly, I controlled the pace of my thrusts so that I could go deep, but also hit Ashton’s G-spot on every thrust. When I saw her firm breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust, I had to get a feel.
I cupped a breast in each hand and circled her raised nipples with each thumb. Ashton hissed in pleasure, trying to keep the volume down to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Suddenly, I decided to switch positions: I pulled Ashton up from the bench and guided her over to the wall.
I lifted her leg up near her head, grateful for her flexibility, and she put her foot on the wall to support herself. She began grinding against me, making circular motions with her ass. Once again, I started thrusting in and out. This time, though, I slowly increased in intensity and speed, penetrating her deeply and quickly.
She let out a small, satisfied groan each time my cock stuffed itself all the way in. The slapping sound from my hips connecting with her ass became louder and louder until it seemed deafening in the small, echoey room.
Ashton’s pussy started to feel even hotter and tighter, so I kept thrusting, trying to force her to a screaming climax.
“Uhh… Fuck!” She moaned with the side of her face pressed up against the wall. “Aaaaaaahhhhh!!”
Her juices dripped down her legs and mine in a heavy flow. Just when I thought she was done, she started contracting and groaning again.
“Fuck me, Aaron…!” She hissed through her clenched teeth.
“Roger that, ma’am!” I grunted, trying to think about distinctly non-sexy things in order to prolong the arrival of my own orgasm.
Soon, I couldn’t take it anymore; I pulled out and turned us both around so my back was against the wall and Ashton was facing me. She got to her knees and started sucking. Within a few seconds, I exploded into her mouth. She took all my cum, swallowing it as quickly as I could give it to her.
Unfortunately, my prediction about getting caught came true far too early. Jesse entered the locker room and stopped dead when she saw Ashton still kneeling in front of me, cleaning off my dick with her mouth.
“Hey, Jess. Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here in just a few minutes.” I said as if she had walked in on us having a conversation. Ashton kept her back to Jesse to avoid revealing our secret.
“Ok…” Jesse backed out of the room. I could see that she had glanced at my cock with a slight glint of approval in her eyes: it was still pretty much at full size.
After Jesse left, Ashton anxiously looked at me. “Do you think she knew it was me?”
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