by Ted Evans
Just thinking about it wasn’t good enough for me. I slid one finger inside of her with my tongue on her clit. There was resistance, but she was wet enough, and I was too excited. I squeezed my cock around the base, before I stood up. I lifted up her thigh as I rose, bracing her body with mine against the wall.
“Hey,” I called to her softly.
She looked up at me, hand falling from her mouth. Her eyes were wet; cheeks flushed, lips bruised from my rough kisses, her expression dazed. I pushed aside the pride I felt because I was the reason she looked that way.
“Tell me you want this,” I said.
I waited, a little worried she would say no. In the next second, I was relieved when she nodded quickly.
“I want this, please, just make the ache stop.” Her words were like a balm to me and I sighed in relief.
“It’s going to hurt a little,” I warned.
Her hands clutched my shoulder, and I reached a hand down to position my cock. Just to tease us both, I rubbed the head of my dick on her clit. Then, I pressed against her entrance, and I paused. I ducked down my head, kissed her, the hand not holding my dick caressed one of her nipples to distract her. She slowly relaxed against me, letting out a groan, as her arms came around my shoulders.
When she was sufficiently ready, I pushed forward. I felt her tense as her walls parted around the head of my cock. She shuddered, whimpering, as I drove through some resistance until I was completely seated inside of her. Her small cry of pain tore through me, but I knew what I did next would make the slight pain worth it. And she’d never have to feel that pain ever again once it was gone.
I gave her a few seconds to get adjusted. I held myself still until she sighed with a new sound and I started to thrust my hips into her. I might only be 18, but I’ve had a good deal of practice in the last few years. The strokes were deep, slow, as I let her walls get used to the penetration and relax around me. The tension in her body lessened as well. After I made sure she was ready for something a little more intense, a sense of urgency grew in me, and I started to pick up my pace. I rolled my hips, made my thrusts faster, harder, and so much deeper. She was tight around me, and the scent of her perfume intensified as her skin heated up until all I could smell was her sex and the scent of her perfume. For a moment, I faltered as some brand new emotion rose within me. When her walls squeezed around me a shudder ran through my body and the emotion washed away.
“Is it good?” I asked, still trying to be careful.
She answered me with a groan that I took as a yes. I moved a little more languidly, but harder, which made her groan again. I had to press my head into her shoulder to muffle my own groan in response to hers. My cock slid in and out of her, rubbing against her walls slickly, bringing us both pleasure. I could feel some strain in my back and my thighs, and I thought of the two of us finding a room with a bed after this so we could do it all over again in comfort. I’d like to explore her fantastic body a little more, find out what that scent was maybe. With her lips right at my ear, I could hear the little gasps and moans that she tried to muffle as she clung to me with her arms around my shoulder and her leg wrapped around my hips. I was completely surrounded by this mysterious girl, and it added to my excitement.
Then, I felt it. Like electricity had shot into my spine, running up and down, then into my balls. I bit down on the skin of her neck, being careful not to leave a mark as I slammed into her. I felt her body shudder in my arms as she came at last, and I groaned in relief. Her walls were getting tighter and tighter around my cock, convulsing around me, and I gave a couple of sporadic thrusts and came, shooting deep inside of her.
I held her with the palms of my hands under ass as our bodies started to relax. We were still naked; my cock was still inside her. My body felt tired and achy, but the good kind of tired and achy. As she panted against my neck, I thought she felt the same.
I hesitated. I wanted to ask her to leave the party with me and go up to bedroom. I could ditch the guys outside the closet, find my room and continue. I leaned down when she opened her eyes, and kissed her. I was too busy kissing her to notice the noise outside increase until I heard someone banging on the closet door. We both went still.
“Hey! Evan, dude, you better get out of there! Someone called the cops!”
Fuck!
I pulled back, both of us shuddering as my cock slid out of her. Now that I was paying attention, I realized it had gotten very loud outside. I wasn’t sure who it was that had warned us, but I’d have to find him and thank him later. It wasn’t the first time I threw a party where someone called the cops, and it was always every man for himself.
“Oh crap,” I heard her mutter.
We started grabbing for our clothes, quickly pulling them on. My pants had fallen to my knees, but I was better off. With the dim light, it was harder for her than it was for me. I opened the closet to step outside and heard and saw people running around in panic. My friend stood close by, looking anxiously at the closet and he glared at me when I opened the door.
“Dude, hurry up!” He hissed. “We gotta leave!”
“What happened,” I said back, ignoring him.
He shrugged, looking frustrated. “Who knows? It’s probably one of the neighbors around here, it was getting kind of loud outside, but whatever. You know the drill. If we don’t get out now, we’re dead meat.”
Of course, I knew. This wasn’t my first time running from the cops. I turned around to say something to her, but the closet door was wide open, and I could see she wasn’t inside.
Shit!
I looked around, but I couldn’t see her. The crowd had lessened a bit as I followed my friend out of the room. It was too late; though, I didn’t see her.
She was gone.
Chapter Three
Anita
The cafeteria, as usual, was loud. Students grouped with their friends and classmates at the tables around the room, chatting loudly, and my friend Hayley and I were the same.
“I’m so jealous,” Hayley muttered, pouting at me from across the table. “How did you end up in a closet with Evan? I was at another party and had some drunk guy hit on me and grab my ass, then had his girlfriend giving me shit when I tried to complain because she thought I was going after her man. As if I’m that kind of girl.”
Her nose wrinkled in irritation. Hayley was my closest friend. Just like Evan, we’d gone through high school together, though it wasn’t until our sophomore year when we were grouped for a project that we realized we had a lot in common and became friends. She was the first real best friend I’d ever had, and we shared pretty much everything.
So, of course, I told her about last night.
“It felt amazing,” I said, sighing. “Best thing I’ve ever felt. So much better than doing it myself, too.”
I didn’t mean to admit that out loud, and the moment I realized I’d said it, even before Hayley started giggling, my face burned in a fierce blush.
We both had our food in front of us, but we were too busy talking to eat. Luckily, there was some distance between our tables and the others, and there were loud murmurs in the room, or we’d be starting awkward rumors.
“How was it, though?” She asked, once she’d regained control of herself. “Was it as magical as you always thought?”
I shrugged, keeping my head down, but my lips twitched into a smile. “Hayley, it was so much more amazing than that. I mean, there was a little pain, but then everything just felt so amazing, I thought I was going to burst, and then it felt like I did and it was so good…”
Hayley rolled her eyes. “I’ve been there; you don’t have to keep telling me.”
Unlike me, up until last night, Hayley wasn’t so shy. She was attractive, with light brown hair and matching eyes. Puberty was good to her, and in our junior year, she’d grown ample curves that had boys paying attention to her. Another reason I was probably unnoticed, was because compared to her, I faded into the background. My body wasn’t bad, but I wa
s shy, so I was almost always dressed in something baggy.
I lifted my head up, pushed the hair I’d dyed back to my original dark color over my shoulder and nudged the bridge of my glasses higher up my nose over my bright blue eyes.
“Anyway, you know what happened afterward. The cops showed up; we had to leave.” I grimaced. “Ugh, it was so embarrassing. We would have been found completely naked if someone hadn't warned us, we didn’t notice at all. I didn’t even put on my underwear, just got everything I could on, got my shoes, and ran out of there.”
“So, does he know who you are?”
My eyebrows shot up. “You mean Evan?” I snorted. “Of course not. And I panicked and left without saying anything, so now, I need to find a way to get him to recognize me. Somehow.”
I didn’t know if that night meant anything to him as it did to me. I lost my virginity, but more than that, my first time went to the guy I’d been dreaming about for a few years now. Even if he told me it meant nothing, I knew I couldn’t just go up to him and say, he we had sex want to do it again? Not when I was back to, well, me.
“Just tell Evan the truth,” Hayley said, shrugging. “That you were the girl he fucked in the closet of his parent’s house during a party last Friday.”
I grimaced. “No way. It’s not even a secret, the rumor has been going around that it happened, and he’s not looking for the girl. You must have heard it, too, right? How people are saying it was either not that good or nothing happened?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what kids are like. Hell, I heard once that he pulled a college girl in there, you know? Just ignore what people say and go for it.”
I sighed, slowly shaking my head. “If he doesn’t want to know who it was, then I can't force it. He never looks at me, anyway.”
Hayley opened her pretty, plump mouth to say something but stopped. The sound around us changed, and I looked up to see it was because Evan was coming by. He passed right by our table, and as if to prove me right, he didn’t spare our table a glance, like we weren’t even there. Instead, his eyes passed over us as he checked out the cheerleaders some tables away from us.
I turned back to Hayley with a wry look, and she shrugged, pouting.
“I have to make him notice me,” I said, not willing to give up just yet. “It’s fine if he approaches me. I’ll find a way.”
I thought of how gentle he’d been that night, and knew I would regret it if I didn’t at least try something.
Chapter Four
Evan
A few weeks later…
“Evan Stewart,” I whispered as I bent my head to the girl in the seat next tome.
She nodded, “I know.”
I wanted to ask how she knew, but I didn’t get the chance. She didn’t introduce herself and then she flipped her dark brown hair to the side and stood up as the principal’s door flung open. He didn’t even say a word before she started to stride towards him.
“Ms. Johnson. Mr. Stewart in here now.”
Fuck!
His glasses were foggy, and I had a feeling I knew why I was being called in here. I’d been stupid. Out late and partying and ignoring my final exams. The same thing that I did every year. But this year was important. I’d been kicked out of my private school and the only school that would accept me was a public school, I didn’t have any other choices. My mom cringed at my behavior and hit the bottle. The same way that she always did whenever there was a crisis, and lately there’d been one too many.
I didn’t have brains like my sister. No, my only ticket out of my household and to get into college was football. It was what I lived and breathed for at the moment. And nothing was going to get in the way of those dreams. Even my finals.
“Sit down the pair of you,” he demanded as he shut the door behind us and I noticed that as she sat down, she clung on to her bag as if her life depended on it.
She wasn’t much to look at from the front but that ass…my head slanted to the side as I saw her ass perfectly squeezing on to the chair. Damn! I could sit back and watch that all day long.
“Stewart!”
Principal Hopkins reprimanded me as I completely lost focus while I kept thinking about her ass. I was more of a tits and eyes kind of guy, and her blue eyes sent me into a trance as she looked at me for a split second. I need to get more sleep, but with the noise in my house at times it’s impossible, so I stay out late pretending that none of it’s happening but then I’m not a great pretender at the best of times.
“Yes.”
He pointed to the chair, “I thought that I told you to sit down.”
I nodded like a good little choir boy.
“Sure.”
I took a seat as he took a deep breath and then adjusted his glasses, the silence in the room grew thicker. Just like my cock which needed to stop thinking about Ms. Johnson’s ass. Somehow, I managed to keep my face still at that thought. I definitely should get some points for that shit.
He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish in a bowl, and instead of putting us out of our misery, he took off his glasses and then wiped them. I watched as he gently stroked the sides and then as he stared with a menacing air at the lenses. He was at the end of his tether with me, but I didn’t care. I was the quarterback, the star of the team and all I wanted to do was look at her. See if maybe she was thinking the same thing as me, or not?
I think the principal has the wrong job. He would be better as a police officer trying to get someone to confess to a crime. The antique clock chimed above his head. That was the only sound in the room and I hated the fact that he was trying to make us feel as if we were in an interrogation room or something. It didn’t work, anyway, because I was too caught up in making my hard-on go away, which I was failing at badly with the object of my dicks affection so close. I needed to concentrate on something else, even if it was only the clock above his head. Which was nowhere near her ass. Crap! I thought about it, and once again, I shifted in the chair trying to hide my discomfort from them both, and I decided that the only thing that would make it go away would be to think of math problems. But even that wasn’t working.
The principal put on his glasses and then his eyes shifted from me to her and then back to her and then me.
With an irritated sigh, he opened his mouth to speak but said nothing and I looked at her, and she met my gaze. I smiled, and she looked away. I was disappointed when she broke the spell that I created every single time a girl gazed into my glittering green eyes. I found myself even more disappointed when she didn’t return the smile.
Fuck!
When did I become such a dork? Wanting attention from a girl, wasn’t something that I’d ever felt before. Not once. I didn’t have to, they gave it to me before I could even think about it. Ever since I hit puberty, it was almost as if I’d become a magnet. One that attracted the opposite sex in a heartbeat.
“I have a confession to make,” she said, and it caught the principal’s attention and stopped the tense atmosphere which made time stand still and it felt as if, at some point, even the clock had gone mute. I hated coming in here, the threat of being kicked out of another school meant that my only future would be to stay at home. With my drunk mom.
Hell no!
‘Stewart, the rich quarterback love magnet.’ Everyone needed a nickname in high school, and that just happened to be mine. Not, ‘Stewart, the miserable kid with the alcoholic mom and cheating dad, who’d been kicked out of one too many schools.’
I was too popular and had too much cash to be labeled what I was behind closed doors. Everyone only saw what they wanted to see in high school at times; I wondered if it was a blessing or simply a curse.
“Yes, Ms. Johnson go on.”
He wasn’t cleaning his glasses now and his eyes pinned her to her chair with an intense gaze. His eyes were fixed on hers, and then it was as if a lightbulb went off over my head. I wondered, for a single second, if it was her? The girl from the closet! No, surely not, I would rem
ember, right? Then again, I’d been so focused on football and everything else lately, that maybe I just hadn’t noticed that her eyes were very similar to that girl’s. Maybe that was why I couldn’t be sure it was her.
But that girl’s hair had been blond, this girl’s hair was brown. I knew girls liked to dye their hair a lot now, but would she make such a change so quickly? Was it possible? She cleared her throat and that drew my attention back to reality.
Her eyes fluttered as she spoke. “I copied his paper during the math test. I know the reason that we’re here. And I’m the one that should be punished.”
Holy crap!
I understood exactly why we were here now. That math test a couple of days ago, right after that party, when the recruiter from the state university showed up with an offer I couldn’t refuse and had raised my hopes. I’d been too busy floating on air to really care about a stupid test.
“Stewart is it true?”
I opened my mouth, but then Mr. Hopkins answered for me.
“Of course, it`s not true. The idea of someone with a 4.0 GPA copying from someone who has an average of...”
He started flipping through some papers, but I answered for him.
“2.75 average,” I sighed.
He dismissed my response and said, “There`s a digit that shouldn`t be there. The ´seven is a little optimistic, don´t you think?”
“Anyway, I´m the one that copied him,¨ she continued, and it was clear that as much as she was persistent, it was obvious that she was lying. But, why?
“Ms. Johnson are you still going to continue with this lie?”
First, she nodded, and then she shook her head in the negative, then she nodded yes again. Obviously, she wasn’t sure how to answer that one.
“I did it. I own up to it. I´m the one that should be punished,” she stood up, and I knew she was taking the blame, and like a coward, I sat there. I said nothing. It was as if my mouth zipped shut as she shot me a cold stare. A warning gaze as if to dare me to get up.
“The consequences of cheating are high. I will not be taking this lightly,” Mr. Hopkins said with annoyance. He wanted me to confess or to at least put me down, or even better kick me out of the school. The idea of not being able to do either seemed to upset him. To annoy him. I wasn’t the least bit sad for him, but the only thing on my mind was, why?