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   This work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for
people under the age of 18 or those offended by sexual situations.  If you
should not be reading this, please don't read it.

   (C) Copyright 2001 by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik.  Feel free to distribute
this story to any non-commercial forum with the author's name and
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   Shy - Part 2 - Jordan by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik msromianik@hotmail.com

   The wall felt cold against my back.  The heat from the inside of the
room warmed my body too much.  I watched the mass of bodies swaying to the
slow music.  The volume was so high that the bass pounded in my heart and
ears.  I gazed at couples kissing.  I saw the braver males place their
hands on the barely covered asses of the women.  I pressed a hand, cooled
from the wall, against my cheek; my face was burning hot.

   He stood in the doorway watching me, leaning casually against the
doorframe.  His eyes made me feel naked.  I liked that feeling.  A new song
came on, another slow one that was barely distinguishable from the last. 
He walked over to me, purposefully, confident.  I watched him walk, his
movements almost like those of a predator, and I was his prey.  He stood in
front of me and looked me up and down, a lazy smile on his face.  He
reached a clammy hand out to me, and I took it.  He led me to a gap in the
dancing couples and slid his arms around me, drawing me close.  His body
pressed softly against mine and his hips swayed in a slow, gentle rhythm.
He smelt of a musky aftershave that I couldn't identify.  His hands were on
my bare back, sliding over my skin, while my own rested casually just above
his waist.  I wasn't going to be the one to initiate anything.  He wanted
to be a hunter, and I wanted to let him fulfill his desire in more ways
than one.

   He pressed his mouth to my neck and kissed it lightly.  I felt a tingle
run down my spine.  His tongue ran across my jawline to my mouth.  He
pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I slid
my tongue against his as we kissed, gently at first, tentative, then
deeper, more confident.  He pulled me closer to him, my breasts pushing
against his chest.  I tightened my arms around him and let my hands drift
to cup his firm ass.  I felt my nipples stiffen as he probed my mouth with
his tongue.  We kept swaying to the music, our bodies synchronised.  He
moved a hand between us, oblivious to the other dancing couples, and kissed
me again.  He squeezed my breasts in his hand, brushing against my hard
nipples.  His touch pleased me and I sighed contentedly through our kiss. I
squeezed his ass, pushing his hips closer to mine and I felt his cock
against my thigh, hard and thick.  His hand moved to push against my pussy
through the material of my skirt and panties.  He cupped me gently,
squeezing at my center, which was becoming hotter and wetter.  I moved one
of my hands around between his legs and rubbed along the length of his cock
through his trousers.  I registered the look of surprise on his face when I
undid the zip and slid my hand inside.  His cock was hot and hard, the head
slick with precome.  I squeezed and stroked him as he cupped me.  He
shuddered a little as my hands worked on him, bringing his cock to full
size.  I squeezed his balls and then rubbed his cock hard.  He groaned
quietly and pushed himself against my hand.  His hand pressed against me
more firmly, more urgently.  I withdrew and zipped his trousers back up. 
He looked at me, clearly annoyed.  I leaned my mouth close to his ear.

   "Follow," I said and licked his earlobe.

   I walked away through the door and into the hallway beyond.  At the end
of that hallway I tried a door to a room on my left.  It wasn't locked, so
I walked into the shadows it contained.  I heard his footsteps behind me
and turned to see him close the door.  His body slammed into me as he
pushed me hard up against a wall, his mouth frantic on mine.  I returned
his kisses with equal lust and roamed my hands over him.  He squeezed my
breasts as I slid my hands over his thighs and his still hard cock.  He
cupped my ass beneath the skirt of my dress and moved around to slide his
fingers beneath my panties.  I kissed him urgently as he slid a finger
inside my pussy.  I clenched tightly around him as his finger slid in and
out of me, feeling the moisture of my pussy spread to my thighs.  I
unzipped him again and freed his cock from his trousers.  I stroked him
hard and fast and he pressed his face into my shoulder, uttering small
groans of pleasure.  My hand was covered in precome, and I pressed my hips
harder against the finger that was stroking my insides.

   I manoeuvred him around so that his back was against the wall, and then
I knelt before him.  The absence of his finger, any part of him, in my
pussy was scarcely bearable.  I ran my tongue down the length of his cock
and sucked gently on his balls.  He groaned again and then gasped as I
pushed his cock deep into my throat.  I pulled him back out partway and
sucked the head, tasting salty precome.  He felt soft as velvet and hard as
a rock.  I ran my tongue around the rim and then stroked up and down his
cock with my tongue while moving it in and out of my mouth.  I played with
his balls and he moaned again, louder this time.  His hands were on the
back of my head, pushing my mouth deeper on his cock.  I licked and sucked
him, moving faster and feeling him bob around in my mouth, jerked by the
muscles at the base of the shaft.  I withdrew my mouth from his cock.  It
glistened with saliva and precome, tempting.

   I stood up and pressed my mouth on him, my body against him.  He kissed
me roughly, biting my tongue.  His hands roamed over me and pulled my skirt
up to around my waist.  He groped my pussy, and his hand felt cold against
the hot fire that raged between my thighs.  He slid his hand under the thin
material of my panties, and in a motion that made me cry out in surprise,
he ripped them off, jerking my hips forward.  Two of his fingers plunged
into me, hard and fast, probing me, feeling wonderful.  His cock was wet
beneath my hand and his hips moved in time with my stroking.  He half
picked me up and pushed me down onto one of the classroom tables.  My back
was flat with one of his hands on my breasts, pinning me down.  My legs
hung off the side of the table and he parted them easily, paused to line up
his cock, and then slammed it hard and deep into my pussy.  I cried out as
his hardness filled me, feeling my pussy contract around it.  His left hand
caressed my breasts, no longer pinning me down, just adding to the intense
pleasure that I felt.  His other hand steadied himself against the table
while he slammed me.  My hips responded of their own accord, moving with
him to push him deeper and harder inside of me.  My pussy ached with
sensations and I felt my wetness on my thighs and his balls, slapping
audibly against my ass.

   I jammed my hand into my mouth and bit down hard to stop myself
screaming, scared that we would be heard and interrupted.  I was aware of
him trying to control the groans that were escaping his mouth between
ragged breaths as his cock slammed rapidly in and out of me.  I felt the
intense ache that signalled my orgasm reaching breaking point.  Somehow he
sensed this and fucked me deeper.  Both hands were on my hips now, pulling
me harder against him.  With a loud and long moan, I came around his cock.
My back arched, and he pushed me down again, still plunging into me.  My
body felt as though it were exploding, intensified by his ceaseless
movements.  He breathed hard and fast, echoing the movement of his cock
inside my clenching pussy.  I felt his body tense, and at this I wrapped my
legs around him and sat up, pushing him as deep in me as he could go.  He
moaned loudly and I pressed my mouth onto his to stop the escape of sound.
I felt the hot rush in my pussy as his balls began to empty.  His body
jerked as another shot filled me, and I moaned at the exquisite sensation.
Again and again he spurted into me until I heard a final groan of relief.
He buried his head in my shoulder and sighed loudly.  Then, with one hand
on my back and another in my hair, he kissed me as I felt his come start to
trickle down my thigh.

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