Misadventures of a Valedictorian

by M. F. Wild

  I squeezed her hand, silently asking her to tell me if it was too much. She threaded her fingers through mine and whimpered with pleasure. That was enough to spur me on.

  I fucked her in steady strokes. Each one tested my resolve to hold out and make this good for her. I’d promised her I would. I couldn’t fail her, especially since she’d been a virgin until a moment ago. But for the first time I was grateful that Travis was here as backup if I lost control. She’d get hers, one way or the other.

  Travis was stroking his dick now, and I was wondering where he planned to put it. I recognized the lust in his gaze when he lifted his head.

  “Turn her around, Hayward. Let me have some of that ass.”

  I cursed silently. I didn’t want to fucking share her, but I knew I probably had to. I pulled Clare up into my arms. She melded against my chest, her eyes soft and hazy.

  I kissed her softly. “You okay?”

  I couldn’t hide the concern in my tone. Travis would have to go home unsatisfied if that was what she wanted. But where I expected fear in her eyes, I only saw soft resignation.

  She sighed against my lips. “I’m good, I promise.”

  “Thank fuck,” Travis breathed, stroking his cock a little faster and stepping back.

  Carefully I turned us so I was lying on the desk and she was straddling me. I shoved my cock deep into her tissues again, and she sighed like I belonged there.

  Then Travis was behind her, lubing her with his spit and lining himself up to her ass. I held her tight, bracing her for what was about to be another intense invasion.

  I flashed him a warning look, silently demanding he be gentle with her. He nodded, and then he slowly claimed her. I held her tight and kissed her fiercely. She tensed, and her high-pitched moan was muffled between our mouths. Then she relaxed a little and shifted her hips like she was experimenting with this new situation.

  The pressure was intense. I wasn’t thrilled that Travis’s dick was in my girl, but it did take the pleasure off the charts. We took turns, thrusting, whispering praises to her. Because she was incredible, taking both of us like a champ.

  “Yes, oh God, yes.” Her voice was shaky and desperate. She was so close. Fuck, so was I.

  Then we were merciless, going at her with all we had. She screamed, shaking from head to toe, and Travis stilled his motions with a strangled sound and one last punch of his hips.

  I still hadn’t come, but the orgasm was crawling up my spine.

  Travis slipped out of her, and stumbled back. “Damn, Clare…”

  I took that opportunity to drive into Clare harder and faster until she clenched around me. Nothing had ever felt this good. “Fuck, yeah. Come for me. One more time. Squeeze my dick the way you do, Clare.”

  A broken cry left her lips, and a second later, I came hard, pushing up into her as far as I could go. She collapsed in a weak pile against my chest.

  Travis trashed the condom and zipped his pants up. “Clare, it’s a goddamn shame we didn’t find you earlier. We were ten and O. We could have celebrated this way every time. Your ass…fuck.”

  I let out a tired exhale. “Enough, Travis. I’ll catch you later.”

  “Sure thing. I’ll see you later, Clare,” he said with a wink before leaving us alone.

  No, he goddamn wouldn’t. I stayed nestled inside her, my arms holding her against me.

  “What are you thinking about?” she whispered, feathering her fingertips down my cheek, her light blue eyes wide and still so innocent.

  “I don’t want to let you go yet,” I admitted, too blitzed from coming so hard to think twice about what I was saying.

  But what did it matter? Mandy was in the past, and before long we’d graduate and be off to college, on to a completely different life than the one we’d known here. Maybe for the first time in my life I could say what I was really thinking and own it.

  “Feels good to hear you say that,” she murmured, like she wanted to say more or hear more.

  “Not as good as this felt.” I thrust up inside her gently. Bliss. Her pussy was pure fucking bliss.

  As she bit her lip, her cunt rippled down my length. “That felt good too.”

  I fought the urge to drive into her again, to keep her riding me until I was fully hard again. Keeping my grip firm on her hips, I stilled and breathed deeply through my nose.

  “Were you okay with…Travis? I didn’t plan for things to play out that way when I brought you here.”

  She shrugged. “It was fun. I mean, it was really intense. The sensations. And even though we weren’t alone, somehow I felt like it was just us.”

  “I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’ve never enjoyed watching someone come as much as I did tonight with you. You’re incredible.”

  Silence fell as I realized how that must have sounded to her. I’d fucked plenty of girls, but I was the only man, other than Travis, she’d been with in any way. I didn’t know how else to tell her how special she was in the current context, though. I cursed inwardly and then decided not to worry about it. We’d had fun. She’d come. More importantly, somehow through all of this we’d found each other…discovered what sex could be like between us. Two strangers who wouldn’t have given each other a second glance before.

  I finally lifted her enough to pull out. I’d grown softer, but not completely. I could have fucked her for hours…all night long if we had a more private place. But I had to get back to the guys to finish celebrating with them. And she’d be sore if I took her as long and hard as I wanted to. I could hardly believe this had been her first time, but I was glad that if anyone had shared the experience with me, it was Travis. He loved women as much, if not more, than I did.

  I was already replaying the night in my mind, tucking a dozen intoxicating moments into my memory for later. As I finished dressing, I felt her gaze hot on me.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

  “Nothing, babe.” I forced the goofy grin off my face. I went to her and kissed her one last time. One last memory… “I’ll see you around, okay?”

  Warmth glittered in her pretty blue eyes. “See you around.”

  * * *

  After Eric left, I dressed quickly. Oddly, I didn’t feel quite as dirty as I should have. I liked the idea of Eric’s sweat against my skin. Even Travis’s. He smelled different than Eric, felt different. And his mouth… I flushed at the thought.

  Then I started to wonder what Eric’s mouth would feel like on my pussy. Would he plunge his tongue and fingers inside me if given another chance? My belly clenched low, and I almost regretted my reaction to the vision. I’d be craving those sensations until…until we found a chance to meet again. If he truly wanted to, maybe that would be soon. Maybe before the school year was over. I wouldn’t feel this way again until I found someone else to ease that ache.

  Already, I knew Eric was the only one I wanted inside me again. Unless he happened to have Travis with him. Then I’d probably have to consider them both.

  I stepped out into the hallway, and closed Coach’s door behind me with a click. Outside of the office, the brief haven where I’d lost my virginity and shared a few precious moments with the unofficial love of my life, everything felt different. The fluorescent ceiling lights illuminating the hallway seemed to highlight what I’d done the way a black light revealed the secrets of a crime scene. My wilted, slightly damp clothes. My unruly hair. The sheen of dried perspiration against my skin. Would someone be able to see it on me, what I’d done?

  I’d risked everything. My school record. Maybe college. My reputation, though it was socially unremarkable, would have become remarkable in all the wrong ways. But I’d gone into this willingly. More than willingly. All the years of secretly loving Eric had culminated with this night where my fantasies could play out. And so many of them had.

  A door opened down the hall, and a rush of female voices and bodies started toward me—the cheerleading squad, dressed in their stylish clothes. Their hair was done up in
tight buns and ponytails, their faces vibrantly made up. Mandy Keller was at the forefront, leading the rest down the hallway toward me. I leaned against the office door, forcing my body flat against it, wishing I could disappear inside that small haven again until they passed.

  Mandy and the girls passed me one by one. A few of them gave me bored sidelong glances. Mandy didn’t. I didn’t exist to her, and for good reason. She was beautiful and popular. At the top of the desirable female food chain at Ridgeville High. That’s why she’d been with Eric. Yes, Eric had had her. I couldn’t deny that was true.

  He’d fucked her too.

  He’d seen her come.

  The door at the other end of the hall closed behind them, leaving silence. All I could do was smile.

  Chapter Two

  Clare

  Six months later…

  “Pomp and Circumstance” blared through the speakers in the auditorium as I led the senior class down the long center aisle. Once we reached the end, the line parted and my classmates took their seats among the rows of metal folding chairs. Leaving them, I headed up a small set of stairs, taking my appointed place on stage. While everyone settled into their chairs, I braved a nervous glance at my classmates, my focus settling on the only face I’d thought about in months.

  Eric’s.

  Sometimes I wondered if it had all been a dream. It had been six long months since we parted ways in the coach’s office, but I could still remember how incredible his thick cock felt thrusting inside me, fucking me into a blissful oblivion. I had given him my innocence, and in exchange, he and his best friend had introduced me to a world of pleasure unlike anything I could have ever imagined.

  I couldn't fathom how anything could ever top that. The delicious memory of the way he and Travis had filled me up was enough to make my pussy constantly ache for another round. But we were graduating now. I wasn’t sure what the summer would hold before we all left for college.

  While Principal Morris addressed our senior class, I gave one last look at the note cards in my hand. I didn’t want to take any chances. This speech was simply too important for me to mess up.

  Suddenly, all the hairs on my arm stood on end as a rush of energy hit me. Holding my breath, I slowly lifted my head and glanced out across the crowd.

  One look.

  That’s all it took for Eric Hayward’s potent stare to pin me to my chair.

  “It gives me great pleasure to introduce this year’s valedictorian, Miss Clare Winston.” The principal announcing my name severed our powerful connection.

  Rattled with nervous energy, I stood and smoothed down my gown. As I crossed the stage to stand behind the podium, I could feel Eric’s dark gaze follow, stripping me naked with his eyes. Shuffling my note cards in front of me, I forced a smile, took a deep breath, and addressed the full auditorium. Through each word I spoke, I silently coached myself not to look at him. But the longer I stood, the harder it became. Turning my head, I gave in to the overwhelming temptation.

  Once my eyes locked to his, the large audience of parents and students seemed to fade away. A knowing look passed over his features, making every inch of my skin prickle with desire. When he slowly licked his lips, my clit throbbed, aching for his mouth.

  A heated blush spread across my body. Gripping the sides of the podium, I braced myself, feeling my knees weaken. I took a deep breath and continued on with my speech. As I delivered the last line, I looked directly at Eric.

  “And so I leave you tonight with this challenge, as you set out into the world. Never stop chasing your dreams. One day, they may come true.”

  I realized now the whole thing could have referenced Eric and my feelings for him. He was my dream, but he was also an impossible future.

  The sudden applause in the room broke our hypnotic spell, robbing me of our special connection. Keeping my head down, I took my seat beside the other speakers and focused on the scratched wooden floor in front of me.

  Had he known I was talking about him? Could we ever be together again the way we had been?

  The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur. I barely remembered lining up to receive my diploma. When we were done, loud cheers erupted and my classmates celebrated by throwing their caps high into the air. I didn’t bother joining in. Their gleeful celebration was just another painful reminder of how I never quite fit in at this school.

  The once-calm scene suddenly became chaotic as families made their way from their seats to find the graduates. I scanned the large auditorium and spotted Eric just as a bright flash illuminated his handsome face. His family beamed with pride as they posed for pictures and captured the moment. More pain radiated through my chest.

  No one had come to congratulate me. My father’s date with a bottle of Tito’s trumped watching his only daughter graduate at the top of her class. My mother’s sudden death in a car accident three years ago had shattered him. In a way, I lost both of them that night. For a long time, I’d held out hope he would heal enough to be a parent to me, but that never happened. Even though I’d learned to accept being disappointed, the pain of his absence tonight was almost unbearable. Unforgivable.

  “Clare!” Megan, one of my best friends, ran toward me and threw her arms around my neck. When she pulled away, she was still bouncing with excitement.

  “We did it! We’re done with this miserable school forever.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at her little dance. She grabbed my hands and squeezed, squealing with delight.

  “Just think, four weeks from now, you and I will be lying on the beach. No parents. No rules. Aren’t you excited?”

  Excited wasn’t the word. I’d been counting down the days until our summer getaway for months. Booking the trip had taken a huge cut out of my savings account. I didn’t care, though. I would just have to work extra hard this summer at my waitressing job. Hopefully, if the country club clients tipped the way I expected, I’d have my balance built back up in no time at all.

  Just as I was about to speak, Megan’s mother shouted her name and waved her over.

  “Shit, I’ve got to go back to my family. You’re going to Travis’s graduation party later, right?” She raised her eyebrow at me.

  I hesitated with my answer, chewing on my bottom lip as I thought about what to say. The entire school had been buzzing about Travis’s party all week. But after what had happened between us, I didn’t know how to act around him. How would I start a conversation after what we’d done?

  Megan would kill me if I said no. I wanted to tell her everything that had happened, but this wasn’t the time or place for those kinds of confessions.

  “Uh…yeah, I’ll probably stop by for a little while,” I lied. I had absolutely no intention of going to that party.

  “Yay! I’ll see you there.” She gave me another hug before running back to her waiting parents.

  When I scanned the room once more, I caught Eric staring at me. His smoldering gaze sent another wave of desire rushing through my body. Excitement filled my chest when I realized he was heading toward me. But before he could cross the aisle, a pair of arms flew around his neck. Mandy was suddenly between us, pulling his face to hers, tugging at his sandy brown hair as she kissed him full on the lips. Stunned, I blinked hard, as if the image before me would somehow disappear like a mirage. But it didn’t. My chest tightened and I looked away, not expecting their kiss to hurt me so much.

  It wasn’t like I didn’t know their history. They had broken up earlier in the year, not long before our little rendezvous. They weren’t officially an item, but seeing them touch like that made me think she still meant something to him. I’d hoped for another chance to be with him, but now I realized how foolish I had been to believe I’d ever get that chance. Some part of me always knew he’d never settle for someone like me when he could have a bombshell like her. God, I’d been such an idiot to think I ever stood a chance.

  Dropping my head in defeat, I hurried in the opposite direction and shoved open the exit d
oor. I wiggled between people gathered there and turned down the adjacent hallway, grateful to find it vacant. Now that I was alone, I could finally let out the tears I’d been holding back. I was so upset, I didn’t even pay attention to where I was going. I just kept walking deeper into the school. As I rounded the next corner, my body collided with a solid wall of muscle.

  “Clare?”

  Through my tears, I looked up into Travis’s handsome face. His spicy smell invaded my nose, settling me instantly. I hadn’t forgotten his scent.

  His brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

  His question hit me hard. I wasn’t remotely okay. I was alone on the most important day of my life. I wanted to forget everything. There was only one way I could do that. I eyed him hard, allowing the idea to swirl in my head.

  Fuck Eric Hayward.

  Without hesitation, I grabbed hold of Travis’s graduation gown and pulled him toward me, crashing my lips to his just as Mandy had to Eric. At first, he didn’t return my kiss, and I worried that my forcefulness had caught him off guard. But as quickly as the doubt entered my mind, his erection was pressing against me, confirming that he was definitely on board with my plan.

  I dropped my hand and cupped his hardness to show him how greedy I was to have it. Travis groaned into my mouth, shoving me back against the wall as he deepened our kiss. I wanted more. I wanted him to make me forget the person I really ached for. Eric. I was playing a sick and twisted game I knew I would probably regret, but right now I needed to come more than I needed to breathe.

  Before I could blink, Travis had pulled me inside a nearby storage closet, slamming the door shut behind him. Through the darkness we fumbled, stripping off each other’s gowns and the clothes underneath. The only bit of light was what seeped in beneath the door, revealing my ripped panties beside my feet. Honestly, I was relieved that I couldn’t see Travis’s face. It made it easier to pretend he was Eric. I knew that would be the only way I could get through this.