a private education

mirror

author's note: set before the events depicted in "breakfast". Mike and El are living at their Catholic boarding school, where Mike has been sneaking into El's room almost every night in the girls' dormitory. He hasn't been able to convince her to have sex yet, so she's still a virgin, but he has persuaded her to let him fuck her in just about any hole that's not her pussy...

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It wasn't until he had gotten out of the shower in the locker room that Mike noticed he had forgotten his running shoes at El's.

He'd never had much interest in athletics, not until his sophomore year, when he realized that he was pretty good at running. It didn't require much skill, just quickness and endurance, and long legs, which Mike had in spades. Over time, he found himself enjoying it, and it helped make his once awkward and gangly body toned and lean instead.

Every Tuesdays and Thursdays the track team would meet at 7, before first period, to go on a morning run. Mike liked to get there even earlier and run warm-up laps by himself, but it was all for nothing this time without his running shoes.

He headed back over towards his locker, towel draped over his naked lower half, about to put his clothes back on and head back to El's for the shoes, when he ran smack dab into her instead.

She was already in her school uniform for the day, the typical Catholic boarding school fair, which was to say, a white button-up shirt, plaid pleated skirt, and white stockings. Which was to say, hot as fuck.

"You're such a dirty little slut, coming to surprise me in the guys' locker room..." Mike couldn't help teasing her, getting a rise out of her, watching her cheeks flame up every time he called her a dirty little slut, his dirty little slut, knowing full well by now that those words made her pussy wet as well as her cheeks red.

"Shut up," she snapped at him half-heartedly, not even really trying to fake being mad or turned-off anymore. Instead, she held something out to him, "You forgot your shoes."

"Thanks," he said, making as if to reach for them but grabbing hold of El's wrist instead. He pulled her suddenly flush against him, her hot little body pressed tight against his own, his knee in between her legs pushing them apart, his lips capturing her own, her mouth parting underneath the slide of his tongue against hers.

"Mike," El broke away, already panting lightly, "Your teammates..."

"No one comes in here before 7am except me," he replied, letting his towel fall onto the floor so that he was naked, grinding his already hard cock against the pleats of her Catholic schoolgirl skirt. "Speaking of cumming..."

He continued kissing her while walking her backwards towards the one spot where he knew he wanted them to be.

The giant, full length mirror at the back of the locker room.

It was perfect, he was facing the mirror so he could see everything, while El had her back to it.

Slowly, he unbuttoned her top and let it fall to the ground. He pushed the thin straps of her bra down her shoulders, exposing the creamy skin there. He started to lick and nip at her neck and down her shoulder, watching her wriggle against him helplessly in the mirror the whole time, grinding her little pleated skirt against his aching cock.

His hands snaked their way down to her ass, and he grabbed fistfuls of both of her soft ass cheeks over the skirt, while at the same time forcing her hips harder against his cock.

It wasn't enough though; he wanted skin-to-skin contact, so his hands bunched in her skirt, watching himself pull it up slowly in the mirror...and what he saw almost made him cum right then and there.