Confessions of a Teenage Slut

My Worst (Best) School Story (Chapter 4)

My Worst (Best) School Story (Chapter 4)

This collection is growing and I’ve almost caught up to present day! This story you’re about to read is from high school, after I was kicked out of my house. It’s my favorite because it’s pretty amusing.

One day, I was in detention, I don’t even remember why, but there was only one other student in the class. One of the really hot basketball players (what can I say, I like athletes!) The teacher left the room for some reason and we sat in silence. He kept eyeing me as we waited for our two hours to be up.

Finally, after about the sixth time, I was tired of being eye raped, so I turned to him and spoke.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer, and it won’t annoy me every five minutes!”

He looked down sheepishly.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing anything.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking over and sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Seriously? How did you not notice that you were raping me with your eyes?!”

“What? “ He looked up suddenly, startled.

“Well, it’s pretty obvious you want more from me than you will admit. You were practically ready just looking at me!”

“Um…. No I wasn’t.”

“Oh really? Then what would you do if I kissed you?”

“I’d punch you dude. I don’t have a problem with gays, but I’m not like you. I don’t like guys.”

I lowered my head until I could feel his breath on my lips and looked him right in the eye.

“Punch me.”

He bit his lip and looked away from my gaze. I put my hand on the side of his face, lifting his lips even closer to mine.

“Punch me.”

I gently pressed my lips to his for just a second before barely pulling back.

“Punch me.”

He shifted uneasily and looked away again. I didn’t move; I barley breathed. Then he looked back up at me with eyes full of lust.

“Oh screw it.”

He reached his hand up and pulled my head down, crashing his lips to mine. I groaned at the intensity and slid off the desk, turning him so I could sit on his knees. I ran my hands through his hair and down his back. He emitted a satisfying moan and pulled me closer to him. I brought my hands from around his back to the front and unbuttoned his jeans. He shifted as I pulled them down, allowing me better access. He was very hard and let out a sexy groan when I stroked my fingers down him. I pulled my face away from his, and knelt down, licking his tip. His hips bucked and he let his head fall back, moaning softly.

I teased him a little before taking him fully in my mouth. He squirmed and pushed my head down.

I pulled back and he pushed it back down again. The process was repeated over and over until he was clenching my hair with his hands. I knew he was close.

*BRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG*

‘Great, nice timing,’ I thought.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he looked down at me in horror.

“Shit.”

He pushed me away from him, scrambling to get his pants back on. Then he was running out the door like he was being chased by a rabid dog.

“Oh well, your loss.” I said to the silent room. I gathered my things and headed out the door to my apartment.