Arthur the Senior

Chapter 1: The Bathroom

Eyes blinking fast, Arthur woke up. Still bleary-eyed, he checked his alarm clock. It was 5:30 in the morning. Groaning slightly, he stepped out of bed, one foot out of the other. He still had to clip his toenails. A cool breeze swept over him as he walked about his room. Only when he reached the mirror did he realize that he was completely naked. Scrambling, he found his pants and underwear lying near the foot of his bed. "Weird", he thought.

Going to school was no problem. His sister, D.W., was walking to school now. She was only in eighth grade. The bus proved to be too much for her. Sighing, he trudged up the steps to Lakwood High School. Buster waved at him at the end of the hallway. Feeling better, he went over to him.

"Ready for class?" asked Buster. "Nah not really," said Arthur. "Ah damn it. I forgot my fucking lunch again". Buster looked inside his backpack. "Are those....condoms?" At the bottom of the backpack, a packet of Trojans could be seen. Arthur quickly swiped the packet and put it in one of the pockets of his backpack. "Shhhh...." he said. "It's for later". Buster eyed him suspiciously. "Later meaning what?" Looking around nervously, Arthur whispered in his ear, "Francine and I are hooking up after lunch. But don't tell anyone." Buster seemed surprised. "What the fuck Arthur? Have you even done it before?" Arthur looked down. "No, but after today, I'm gonna become a man."

They went to class. Mr. Ratburn was old now. He was their math teacher. As Arthur sat down at his desk, he caught Francine's eye. She smiled slightly and winked at him. Feeling better, he opened his backpack and pulled out his textbook. This was going to be a great day.

Arthur sat at the lunch table with nothing in front of him. He was too nervous. The clock seemed to be going extra slow today. As he anxiously tapped his foot on the floor, he noticed George. He was eating by himself. Arthur contemplated whether or not to talk to him. After a few moments, he decided he should. Getting up from his table, he walked over to George. "Hey George." George nearly dropped his sandwich. "Oh, hey Arthur." Arthur sat down across from him. "So, what's up? You still working at your dad's woodshop?" George looked down at the floor. His hands were still holding his sandwich. "Uh yeah". His voice sounded faded. "You okay man? You sound off". George suddenly ran away from the table. Arthur sat for a moment confused, before a loud ring echoed through the room. Lunch had ended. George could wait. Arthur had better things to do now.

As the students made their way to their next class, Arthur saw Francine slip into the boy's bathroom. He made his way there too. Taking a few deep breaths, he stepped inside.

Francine was waiting for him by one of the sinks. "Hey Arthur", she said nervously. Arthur sauntered over to her. She had her hair tied into a bun and was looking really hot. "Uh hey Francine". They looked into each other's eyes for a few minutes, before Arthur broke the silence. "So uh are you ready for this? You can still say no if you're uncomfortable with it". Francine looked down for a second and looked back up. "No I'm ready. Let's do this".

Arthur placed his hand onto her body. He could feel her breasts through her shirt. They were soft. He moved his hand down to her waist and gently rubbed it. She let out a little sigh. He then moved his hand down to her skirt and reached into it. He could feel the elastic band of her underwear. "Are you wearing a lingerie?", he asked. "Oh yeah haha". Arthur reached into her underwear and felt hair. Navigating his fingers through the dense patch of hair, he found Francine's vulva. Stroking it lightly, he looked into her face to see her reaction. Her eyes were closed now and she was letting out small moans. Arthur finally inserted his middle finger into her vagina. At this, she let out an audible moan. Placing his other hand over her mouth, he quickly looked around to make sure no one heard her. Footsteps were at the door now. Ushering her into a stall, he waited with baited breath.

Mr. Ratburn had entered the bathroom. He didn't seem to notice them. He moved to the sink to wash his hands. Suddenly, Arthur felt the zipper of his jeans opening. Looking down, he saw Francine squatting on the floor. Knowing what was about to happen, he closed his eyes. He didn't feel anything yet, but a moment later, he felt a warm, wet mouth close on the top of his penis. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Francine sucking his penis. Nothing had ever felt better. Suddenly, Arthur realized something. The noises outside the stall had stopped. Hushing Francine, he peered through the crack in the bathroom stall. Mr. Ratburn was nowhere to be found. Panicking, Arthur looked under the stall next to him. He could see Ratburn's legs two stalls away from him. "Phew. He's only taking a shit".

Arthur had the most unique experience in the bathroom. It was a blur. One moment, he was inserting his penis into Francine's vagina on the toilet and the next moment he was fucking her against the bathroom wall. Then, another moment, he was licking her asshole. It was as if he was born to fuck her.

Buster was waiting for him outside. "You missed English". Arthur had a dreamy gaze on his face. Buster seemed kind of angry, but he ignored it. "Shut the fuck up Buster. I'm a man now".

A perplexed  Buster walked home. Arthur, still on a high from having sex, sat down on a bench. He imagined Francine bouncing up and down on his cock, moaning loudly the entire time. He imagined Mr. Ratburn not noticing anything while Francine was blowing his cock. As he fantasized, he noticed George staring at him. "Hey George!", he called. George immediately ran away down the street. "What the fuck?" Arthur said to himself. He couldn't help but think that something was wrong.