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Remus High - 2
by Phrotozoa (address withheld)
***
Averie takes yet another boy's virginity in school.
(mf-teens, youths, 1st, oral)
***
This was the third time we had learned when man landed
on the moon, (July 20, 1969....) and at this point,
everyone in the class was completely DONE with Social
Studies class. It wasn't the fact that the material
being presented was boring; far from it. In fact, the
substitute had received lesson plans from our regular
teacher to talk about mass governmental rebellions with
us for two of the seven days he was out. However, this
was the fifth day, and not only was the class bored,
but tired also. Social Studies was Period 9 on a 10
Period day, so by that point, we were exhausted. Some
of us had even started bringing pillows to class. Yeah,
it was that bad.
However, it wasn't because of that class that I'd come
to remember 9th grade that week; it was because of
Avery.
Avery sat one row behind me and to my left, which meant
that I couldn't very well turn around and stare without
making it obvious. However, I got horny just thinking
about her, and often that was enough. Avery was tall,
but not too tall. She had the deepest eyes you could
possibly imagine; you could stare into them for hours
and then not remember what color they were. Her golden-
brown hair came down to her ass when she was standing,
and it was so smooth and silky that when she turned her
head you could watch the shockwave run down it. Not
only that but her teeth were perfect; so white that you
could literally see your reflection in them if you
wanted. Which I did. Very much.
Anyway, recently she had gotten into the habit of
wearing miniskirts more often than jeans, which was
fine by me. She had also gotten into the habit of
knowing exactly how to close her legs in just a way
that I couldn't see a thing from my chair in Social
Studies. Which wasn't fine by me.
"Dean?" I heard the teacher ask.
"Shit." I thought to myself. That was definitely my
name, and I definitely didn't know the answer. In fact
I definitely didn't know the question.
"Dean... The date?" Hazarding a guess, I wildly stabbed
out. "July 20th?"
I guess the sub was satisfied because she didn't call
on me again for the rest of the day, which was just as
well because as Averie walked past me to sharpen her
pencil, her hip rubbed against my head. Well, I was a
goner. Glancing over at her, I realized that her skirt
was more mini-er than normal. This alone just finished
me off, but as she walked past me again she bumped up
against me again, and that basically confiscated my
day. I was now completely mindless; just panting for
her like any freshman boy would do for a girl that did
that to him.
She sat back down, but I noticed that she was
considerably less conscious of where her legs were, so
I had a great view right up that tiny denim thing right
up to her panties. I wasn't expecting her to be wearing
any less; no girl in their right mind would wear a
skirt like that without panties to school; it was an
expulsion waiting to happen. Even so, I wished I had
seen more.
Suddenly a buzzing sound blasted my ears out; looking
up, I guess I had just been too interesting in what
Avery's pussy would look like wrapped around my dick
that I hadn't realized it was the end of the period.
Emerging from the classroom with my books covering my
crotch (to keep my dignity) I scuffled over to my
locker, getting my homework ready for Study Hall, last
period. A slight vibration nudged my leg, and looking
around to make sure there were no teachers, I took my
phone out of my pocket to see who was calling.
With a sigh, I realized it was only Sam, my life-long
friend. Not sure what I had been expecting, I read the
message.
<<<<< Sam>>>>>
<<<<<Meet @ band room; need math HW>>>>>
I turned to walk to the music rooms.
***
I arrived at the band room with my math book and
notepad in hand, and as I glanced around from Sam, I
felt someone squeeze my shoulder from behind. Startled,
I whirled around to find Sam standing there, right next
to Averie.
(Now, I've never really been good with girls, so at
this point I probably mumbled something along the lines
of "ghooorhgndddhhhh...")
"ghooorhgndddhhhh..." I mumbled, then immediately
cursed my bad English skills when it came to the
opposite sex.
"Here," Sam showed me; "In the torture chamber."
The torture chamber was our name for the windowless,
airtight, soundproof practice room that the band used
for one-on-one lessons. Everyone joked that the school
could be bombed and the people inside the Torture
Chamber wouldn't even notice.
But that's not what was on my mind at that point. What
WAS on my mind was the fact that Avery had shed her
knitted over-coat and her tits stuck out of the white
fabric below. And I was happy.
I handed my homework to Sam to copy, meanwhile keeping
an eye on the girl standing 6 inches to my left.
Sam suddenly stood up. "Aw, shit... Broke my point.
I'll be right back, don't lock the door."
He strode out of the room, and closed the door behind
himself. My stomach did a flip and landed somewhere
near the back of my brain. "Uhermm... Well, hi." I
tried, cursing myself again for a lack of social
skills.
"Hi." She replied.
"So, um, why are you here? I mean, I don't mind... I
mean, well, what I really mean--" She cut me off and
touched my arm, and put one finger to my lips.
Slowly, she said, (in a highly sexy voice, by the way)
"Lock the door."
So I did. The second it closed, I heard a small
*whiiiizzzh* of the air being vacuumed out of the space
between the doorframe and the wall to airtight it, and
felt a tough pressure slide over my chest and up to my
face. Avery's face was two inches from my face now. She
looked me deep in the eye, and asked me "Do you love
me?"
I think I nodded, or something, but at least she got
the picture because she grabbed my head and pulled in
onto hers and for a split second, I was beyond Elysium:
I clutched her back, holding her body against mine as
our lips interlocked. The intensity I felt was like
nothing I had ever felt before; it was a mixture of
orgasmic feelings and adrenaline, coursing through my
body and into hers, and through her body and into mine.
Then she threw me against a wall and began to reach her
fingers into my pants. Unwilling to leave the kiss but
wanting to explore new places, I grabbed her skirt and
ripped it off her body. Her pinkish-red panties were
wet and dripping against my hand, and just as I felt
that she reached my cock.
Pre-cum shot through her fingers as she pulled me into
a kiss again.
I pulled on her panties and they came away. She grabbed
my jeans and boxers and they fell away just as easily.
Kneeling down, she began to suck me. I started to push
in and out of her mouth in time with her own strokes
until much to my disapproval she stopped. Lying down on
a wooden bench that was placed in the room, she spread
her legs and took off her shirt. A bra hadn't
restrained her tits today, so I immediately got down on
her and started to lick her, starting with her boobs
and moving over to her mouth where we fell into another
kiss.
Avery began to hump me, faster and faster until
suddenly we both inhaled abruptly as her clit and my
dick touched. Slowly massaging her clit, she grabbed my
cock and started to bring it toward her slit. And then,
without warning, she shoved herself onto me, and she
let out a shriek.
Slowly at first, I began to pump in and out of my dream
girl, savoring every second of the pure bliss. Her
walls started to squeeze, and without warning, she let
loose a whole tub's worth of cum. Now, in higher
ecstasy than ever before, she began to scream every
time I pumped into her and I began to move faster and
faster, instinctively impatient for my own orgasm.
Pushing faster and faster, pump after pump, I finally
felt that final surge come on. Pushing in for one final
shove, I let my cum flow deep into her, flooding her
with both of our fluids.
Sam knocked on the door again.
"Guys, this isn't funny, if you don't open up now, I'll
call the principal. I need that homework!"
***
All events in this story came out of my mind
completely. If they have any similarities to your life,
not only do I envy you intensely but I'm sure so does
everyone else. Anyway, that's it. Look out for part
three!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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