She pauses for a second like she’s mulling it over, but I already know her answer before she turns to look at me and says, “yeah, ok, let’s try it.”
“You can always tell me to stop if you don’t like it,” I whisper and kiss the top of her spine. She shivers. Yep, I’ve got this.
I keep gently rubbing her ass until I’m sure she’s not expecting it and then I slap her across her left butt cheek. She flinches, but she doesn’t object. I give her a few seconds to make up her mind before I swat her right cheek. She arches her back so her butt’s more in the air. She’s into it. I smack her again and this time I hear her moan. I’m holding back a snicker at this situation, but it is kind of turning me on to know that I’ve got this bitchy cheerleader at my mercy, and she’s fuckin’ loving it. A couple more smacks and I glance up to Mr. Flores’ desk to see a ruler in his pencil cup. I pick it up and run it down Kelsey’s back from the top of her neck to the crack of her ass. She moans as it glides over her skin.
“I’m gonna spank you with this now, Kels,” I say.
She doesn’t object, doesn’t protest at all. I swat her on the butt and she flinches, but then she moans. She’s really getting into this. A few more smacks and the skin of her ass is all pink and warm. Ok, now I’m hot. Becky loves doing this kind of shit with me, but it’s got me all fired up to see that someone as bossy as Kelsey likes it too.
I put the ruler down and slide my fingers over her sex. “You liked that, didn’t you, Kelsey?” I say softly.
“Yes,” she says, her breath already rapid and heavy.
“I can feel it,” I say, sliding two fingers inside her. Holy shit! This is the wettest she’s ever been. She was super turned on by the spanking. I’ll have to remember that for later.
“James,” she pants, “fuck me now.”
“You want me to fuck you?” I tease. “Well, maybe if you ask nice.”
“Please, will you fuck me? Pretty please?” She cutely replies.
“Hmm,” I sigh, “I don’t know. You might have to convince me.”
My eyes shoot open with surprise whens she hops off the desk and drops to her knees in front of me. She’s got my pants unzipped in an instant and she’s sliding her tongue up and down my cock. She takes me into her mouth and pushes me deep down her throat. She’s got a level of desperate enthusiasm that she sure didn’t have when she sucked my dick in the locker room earlier tonight. She’s aggressively going for it like it’s a contest and I have to stop her because I feel like I might not be able to last much longer.
“Up on the desk,” I command, grabbing a condom from my pocket. “Face down how you were before.”
She happily obeys and spreads her legs wide so her torso is pressed into the wood. She wiggles her hips and I snicker as I slide the condom on and position myself behind her. I’m a lot larger than the average guy, so I usually try to be gentle and go slow with girls, but I know Kelsey likes it fast and rough, so I slam into her and she starts moaning right away. I grab her hips and totally plow her. She’s moaning and panting into the desk with every thrust.
“You like it, Kelsey?” I grunt as I continue to ram her.
“Oh! Fuck yes!” She moans loudly.
“You like it when I fuck you from behind like this?” I breathe.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” She pants. “Fuck me! Mmm, harder!”
I pump her a little harder, worried at first that it might be too hard. I’m considering this a punishment fuck, but I’m not a total asshole and I’m not trying to hurt the girl.
“Oh, yeah!” She’s moaning over and over. I can feel her start quivering inside and I know she’s right on the edge. I spank her ass hard and she completely loses it. She screams out my name so loud that I’m sure the security guard is going to burst in the door at any moment.
Her outburst and the wanton way she’s grinding back into me has me quickly reaching the peak and I moan loudly as I come, pumping her a few final times as hard and deep as I can.
I prop myself up on the desk and lean over her. “You did really good, Kels,” I praise. “If you like getting spanked and fucked, we can do that again.”
“I really liked it,” she says with a big sigh. She certainly looks relaxed and I nearly laugh out loud at her change of mood.
“Alright, I’ll add that to the line up,” I nod. “Get your clothes back on, you screamed so loud I’m sure they thought you were being murdered in here.”
She laughs and slides her panties and dress back on while I toss the condom in the trashcan—that’s sure to be an interesting discovery for the janitors. I zip up my pants and take her hand as we return to the dance downstairs. Now that she’s sated by sex, she’s all loose and fun, not her usual uptight self. She lets up on me about dancing with her and I promise to give her another little spanking tonight when I take her back home.
Chapter 3 - Lola
I’m sitting up in bed in my gray pajama pants and a pink camisole reading Frederick Douglass’ autobiography for my AP American History class. Yes, I’m that big of a nerd that I’m actually reading ahead. My mom has long since gone to bed, so the house is silent as I await James’ signal. A small patch of lawn separates our houses, so I can see his place clearly from my window. His bedroom is directly across from mine and he always shines a flashlight in three short bursts when he wants to come over after our parents are asleep. Finally, I see the signal and come to the window. He’s not in his bedroom, he’s right downstairs in his dress pants with his maroon shirt unbuttoned. I tell myself that I don’t notice it, but I can see the curves of all the muscles in his abdomen through his wifebeater. He’s looking up at me like I’m Juliet and I smile broadly as I give him a thumbs up. I giggle and then nod to him before creeping into the basement and letting him inside.
“Hey, babe,” he whispers as he gives me a big hug.
Babe? He usually just calls me “kid” or “Lo” so this “babe” thing is new. I decide that I like it.
I usher him in and he flops down on the couch. I take a seat beside him and he pulls my legs up so my feet are on his lap.
“Fuck! I’m wiped out,” he exhales in an exhausted sigh as he runs his fingers through his soft, wavy hair. I’d kind of like to run my fingers through his hair. Wait, what?! I must be really tired or just losing my mind.
“I’d imagine so much fucking could make anybody tired,” I reply. His shirt’s sliding back off his arms and his muscular shoulder is exposed. I don’t know why these things are catching my eye tonight and it kind of freaks me out.
“It wasn’t really that much,” he chuckles, “just a couple times.”
“Really?” I giggle. A couple? “I figured after the dance, but what was the other one? Did you end up getting more than just a blowjob in the locker room?”
“Yes I did, but not in the locker room,” he grins.
“No way!” I laugh, but take care not to make it too loud. My mom is asleep upstairs right now and I don’t want her to get mad at James for coming over so late.
“I fucked her upstairs in Flores’ classroom,” he says with a proud smile. “Spanked her too,” he adds.
“No you did not!” I gasp.
“I totally did,” he nods. “She was bitching about me dancing with you and she was being all annoying, so I took her up there and told her I was gonna punish her. I spanked her with a ruler a little bit and then I fucked her. I had to do something to shut her up!”
“You spanked her with a ruler?! Didn’t that hurt?” I ask with total shock.
“Yeah, but she digs that kind of shit. Some of these girls get really turned on when you tie them up or spank them and stuff,” he explains. “I gave her a little attitude adjustment, calmed her down. She was spanked and fucked and she shut the fuck up after that,” he says with a cheeky grin.
“So, you figured you’d fuck the bossy out of her?” I chuckle. “Or did you just fuck her until she was too tired to keep bitching at you?”
“A little of both,” he laughs. �
��She’ll sleep well tonight.”
I crinkle my nose again and he laughs. He’s always so amused at the way his sex talk makes me squirm.
“How many times can you even do it in one night?” I honestly inquire. I’ve never had sex and James is practically an expert, so he always answers my questions, no matter how naive or silly—though I do sometimes get embarrassed asking him things like this. “It seems like there has to be some kind of limit on it. You can’t just go on and on forever, right?”
He throws his head back and laughs.
“Fine, never mind!” I flush. “It’s a stupid question. Forget I asked.”
“Ok, no, sorry,” he struggles to contain his snickers, “it’s a serious question and I should give it a serious answer.” He smiles at me reassuringly, trying to make me feel less sheepish about the whole thing. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“A lot of factors. The girl, positions, energy level, how turned on you are, shit like that,” he shrugs.
“But, you can do it a lot, right?” I wonder. “Because you always seem to be doing it and you don’t seem to ever get tired.”
“Yeah, kid, I can do it a lot,” he smirks and gives me a little wink, “but even I get tired sometimes.”
I have to smile at this admission. He’s usually like Superman to me, the ability to charm the pants off of any girl and fuck like some kind of mythical sex god, at least according to what I’ve heard. James has quite the rep at our school—in our whole town—and his penis seems to be worth ten times its weight in gold to the women around here. I’m kind of surprised to hear him admit that he can get tired like a mortal man.
“What?” He smiles when he sees me grinning.
“Nothing,” I giggle.
“What?” He says with a mischievous grin as he narrows his eyes at me. He sits up and crawls on the couch towards me like a lion stalking his prey. He wants to pounce and he’s daring me to wind him up so he can jump at me.
“I just think it’s funny that some bitchy cheerleader totally wore out James Laird, world-class sexpert,” I tease.
He lunges onto me and sits on my legs, pinning me down to the couch as he mercilessly tickles me. I’m trying my best to be quiet, but I’m gasping for air through hushed laughs as I try to grab onto his hands. He catches both my little wrists and pins my hands above my head. I pretend to struggle, but I’m still laughing too hard.
“I’m sorry, what was that you were saying?” He grins, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, the whole thing about how Kelsey Vaughn was too much for you?” I defiantly tease.
He lays into me again, his hands grabbing at my sides and tickling my ribs until I’m nearly crying with laughter.
“You better watch yourself, little girl,” he playfully growls, “or else I’ll tear off these pants and show you just how exhausting a good fuck can be.”
“James!” I squeal. He’s always making threats like this and I’m always all pink cheeks and giggles when I try to think of how to reply.
He lets go of my wrists and raises an eyebrow at me. “Anything else you wanted to add?”
I know he’s going to tickle the crap out of me, but I can’t resist. “If you did rip my clothes off, you’d probably pass out on top of me before you could even get started. Maybe you’re losing your stamina, buddy.”
He dives onto me, using his weight to completely pin me to the couch. He’s relentless, making sure to hit every ticklish zone. He tickles me like this whenever I tease him, so he knows all my most ticklish spots and he’s going after every one of them right now.
I’m gasping for air between laughs and trying my best to swat his hands away as he continues. I start raising my hips in hopes that I can buck him off me, but he’s so much bigger than me that he barely moves.
He finally stops and looks at me with a big, cocky grin. He’s won this round and he knows it.
I try to buck him off again and he raises an eyebrow and winks at me. “You keep moving those hips like that and I might forget you’re my best friend.”
“You couldn’t even get it up right now!” I tease, knowing that another tickle attack could be coming.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a devilish smile as he grabs my hand and puts it against his crotch.
“Aaah!” I gasp and start cracking up. “Are you hard right now, dude?!”
“Nope, I’m that big even when I’m soft,” he beams. “Why do you ask, Lola? Do you want me to get hard right now?” He whispers with exaggerated sensuality.
“No!” I giggle. My face is probably completely flushed from laughing and now this. “Besides, I’m not exactly the most erotic sight at the moment, so you’d probably have some trouble getting there.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he grins, cocking his head to the side and looking me up and down. I feel my heart flutter as his eyes scan my body. “I can see this,” he says, tracing his finger around my bellybutton from where my shirt rode up when he was tickling me. “Those are looking just lovely, too,” he nods, motioning to my breasts. “That’s probably enough to get me going for another round.”
I cover my face and laugh. The prospect of James finding my body attractive, of James getting aroused in such close proximity to me … it makes me feel all fluttery and shy.
When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me and smiling—but not the naughty little smile of before, a new, warm, sweet smile. I’m captivated by his hazel eyes and how they look greener in the low light of the basement. A few tendrils of his hair have come loose and they’re dangling in front of his face in a way that’s messy and sexy like one of those male models. I guess I can sort of see why all the girls go so crazy for him.
“Mmm, I’m tired, Lo,” he sighs and lowers himself onto me until he’s lying on top of me.
His nose brushes against my neck and his breath is warm against my skin. I’ve never had a boyfriend, I’ve only ever kissed two people, but the sensation of having a boy on top of me like this makes my heart speed up. He’s so firm and toned and I can feel his abs against me. My arms seem to move up to his shoulders of their own volition and my legs instinctively part until they’re on either side of his body. I’m surprised with how much I’m enjoying the feeling of his body against me like this, especially because this isn’t actually in a sexual context. We’re just friends. He’s just flopped onto me like this because he’s tired, not because he has some subconscious desire to be close to me … right?
As I consider this, I’m also forced to confront the fact that, maybe just maybe, it’s me who has the subconscious desire. I know that everyone thinks James is hot shit and, while I’ve always thought of him as more of a big-brother type, I can’t deny that I’ve always been curious about the epic tales of his sexual prowess I’ve heard from the older girls.
I feel all warm and fuzzy when he leans over me and lovingly presses his forehead to mine. The tips of our noses touch and it feels sweet and intimate. For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me and I’m surprised at how much I secretly wish he would. He smells nice, he’s warm and I bet his lips are soft. I’m not sure how this runaway train of lustful thoughts started, but it’s like my view of him is shifting and I’m starting to see why he’s so popular with the ladies.
“I wish I could stay here,” he whispers, rotating me a little so he can cuddle me in his arms as we both recline on the couch. “We haven’t done that in a while.”
“I think once you became the Hugh Hefner of the school, my mom felt a little weird about letting you spend the night in my room,” I smirk.
“Yeah, I get her logic,” he relents, “but sometimes I miss the way we used to put sleeping bags on the floor and pass out playing Sega.”
“I miss that too,” I smile and curl into him. “I always have the most fun when I’m with you.
“Same here,” he sweetly replies, giving me another one of those adoring looks that make me want to grab him and kiss him like something out of a movie.
For a m
oment, we just look at each other. My eyes scan his handsome face, from his square jaw to his high cheekbones to his straight nose to his pouty lips and finally into those beautiful hazel eyes. He reaches out and caresses my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip. I really, really, really want to kiss him right now and that thought thoroughly freaks me out. I shouldn’t want to kiss him. He’s my best friend. We used to play LEGO together in my back yard.
“Well, kid, it’s past three,” he says, looking at the clock on the wall. “I should probably let you get some sleep before your mom finds us both passed out down here in the morning.”
I smile and nod. “You still want to hang out tomorrow?”
“For sure,” he warmly replies. “Just call me when you’re awake and I can come over.”
“Ok,” I say. There’s a slight pinch of longing in my voice. I really do wish James could sleep over tonight and I really do miss the two-person slumber parties we had when we were kids. It’s a bummer that growing up has put an end to nice little activities like that.
I get up and walk him to the door and he hugs me, but his arms hold me tighter around my waist and his nose nuzzles into my neck. When we part, he kisses my cheek, which he’s done several times before, but this kiss lands very near to the corner of my mouth. For a split second, I think about turning my head just an inch or two and kissing him for real, but I quickly dismiss it. James is my friend. F-R-I-E-N-D! Kissing would make shit get too real.
I close the door and go back up to my bedroom. I crash back onto my bed and take a deep breath. My mind is racing with thoughts of James, questions of morality, confusion and vivid memories of the contentment I felt when he was cuddling with me. While my head might be spinning, my body feels nice and relaxed and I’m a little surprised by how easily I fall asleep that night.
James and I hang out all weekend and we’re noticeably more affectionate that normal, but by Sunday, we’re back in our comfort zone as best friends. I find that I still think about his body against me sometimes, particularly right before I got to bed, but with each passing evening, I’m better able to quarantine it off in my mind.
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