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(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>>>>> <<<<>>>> 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! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 53