I sat in homeroom reading much ado about nothing by William Shakespeare when I suddenly felt my earphone yanked out of my ear by my best friend Ally. I glared up at her in annoyance for disrupting not only one of my favourite monologues in the play but an amazing song by Florence and the Machine.
“Seriously do you talk to anyone when I’m not here Tess?” she teased. “Yes. In fact I do,” I stubbornly replied. She gave me a pointed look “I mean besides the teacher.” The bell rang suddenly, signaling the end of homeroom. The conversation should have ended there because I knew Ally didn’t mean anything by it but for some reason today her teasing bothered me. As we started down the hallway to our first period classes I snapped, “Just because I keep to myself instead of slagging around with anything with a pulse doesn’t give you the right to start thinking you’re better than me.”
Ally’s face fell, and a momentary look of hurt flashed on her face before it was replaced by a steely resolve. If my blood hadn’t been boiling at this point I probably would have already been in tears asking for her to forgive me but today I was a hurricane and I intended to destroy everything in my path. “And just because I’m not socially retarded and guys are actually attracted to me doesn’t mean you have to be a jealous bitch about it!” She exclaimed. “Why the hell would I be jealous of you?” I screeched. Ally smirked; she knew she’d ticked a nerve, “because I’ve always been pretty and popular whereas you’re just the ugly duckling who’s never been kissed.” That did it. Ally knew exactly how I felt on that subject and looking around at the crowd we’d drawn I knew she said that just to embarrass me. I was a volcano ready to explode; I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears.
I threw a quick glance to my right and saw a guy from our homeroom that had every girl drooling over him since he moved here last month; I think his name was Josh. I looked back at Ally and smirked, “how’s this for never been kissed?” Before anyone had a chance to process what I was about to do I grabbed “possibly-Josh” by the collar of his shirt and crashed my lips to his. His lips tasted like cinnamon hearts and he smelled of old spice. The only thought I could process was he is a really good kisser, before I pulled away to see the shocked look on his face. You could have heard a pin drop as everyone stared at me in awe, I turned away from “possibly-Josh” and strutted away making sure to swing my hips as seductively as possible. As an afterthought I looked back and waved at the boy who now stared at me with a calculating look and gave the finger to my now ex-best friend.
The initial rush adrenaline stayed with me long enough to decide to cut class and I stomped all the way down the stairs to my third period English class which I knew was empty at this time. It was the perfect place to unwind because it had a pretty view of the woods outside our school so I shut the door and pulled down the blind on its small window to keep my presence unknown. I stood looking over the trees outside and slowly felt all of the anger and adrenaline rush out of my system. Tess what the hell have you done?! You just lost probably the only friend you have at this school and are now skipping class for the first time ever. It immediately became apparent to me that this was it – my life was over. I was never going to get a good job if they found out I’d skipped class, never mind even surviving the rest of my years at Rhodeburry High after the social suicide I’d just committed. Oh god what did Josh think? Not that I really cared but maybe I was a terrible kisser! Maybe after I left he told everyone how completely disgusting the experience was and in five minutes I’d gone from invisible to a social pariah.
Lost in my paranoid fear-filled thoughts I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary until I felt someone breathe on my neck. “That was a very naughty thing you did back there,” a deep husky voice whispered into my ear, instantly making my panties go wet. I was paralyzed. As Ally had so graciously mentioned earlier I was a class A virgin, right down to kissing up until this morning. A rough hand caressed its way up my arm sending chills running down my spine and making me knees go weak. At a dizzying speed I was turned around and roughly shoved up against the window behind me and saw the face that belonged to the incredibly sexy voice. It was Josh. As his stormy grey lust-filled eyes stared into my own brown ones I examined him properly for the first time. He had medium length dark brown hair that looked tousled and so soft my fingers were itching to run through it, he was about 5’ 11 and with my 5’6 stature I got an amazing view of the stubble on his perfectly carved jawline. He was slim yet athletically built with lean toned muscle on his arms and chest which was on display from his grey tight fitting shirt that had the sleeves pulled up to just below his elbow. His dark blue jeans were a good fit and a welcome change from the rest of the male population that seemed to think that their boxers were a hot commodity the rest of us were eager to see. And God thank you for those jeans because through them I could see his rather large member which practically had me salivating.
Oh my god what was wrong with me? I had never reacted this way to anyone before. Had never had much more than a school yard crush on the few boys who’d been nice to me through my years in school, since high school started I never even really paid attention to anyone let alone been attracted to them. But this bad boy who I hardly knew and with whom this was only my second interaction practically had me ready to jump his bones right here and now.
I suddenly remembered that he’d said something to me before I started eye-raping him. “What was that?” I mumbled hardly above a whisper. “I said that was a very naught thing you did back there. Leaving me all hot and bothered like that. Now you’ve got to finish the job.” He responded in his husky voice. I hardly had time to process what he meant before I felt his lips on mine, I gasped and his tongue plunged into my mouth exploring and leaving behind his hot cinnamon taste. My body instantly responded my fingers running through his hair and pulling his body impossibly close to mine. His hands slid from the small of my back down to my ass and pulled my legs around his waist. Without ever removing his lips from mine he walked us over to the teacher’s desk and pushed everything off its surface. He laid me down and said, “Tell me now if you aren’t up for this because soon I won’t be able to stop.” I almost whimpered at the loss of him even though he was holding himself up less than a few inches above me. Heatedly I almost pleaded, “Take me.” His eyes turned a shade darker and he started trailing kisses down my neck to my cleavage, I was wearing a button up blouse and he growled at me, “Take it off.” My fingers obediently started to fumble with the buttons but apparently I was taking too long so reached down and ripped my shirt open and off my body. His eyes roamed over my body and I almost had an urge to cover myself before he mumbled, “beautiful” and proceeded to undo my bra.
Working magic with both his mouth and his hands he licked and nipped at one of my nipples while massaging my other breast with his hand. This was like nothing I’d ever felt before and I involuntarily arched my back and moaned when he pinched my right nipple. To show him my appreciation and just how good he was making me feel I bucked my hips and ground against his lower regions, at this point my juices were all over the desk but I needed more. I pulled his face back to mine and engaged him in a hungry kiss where our tongues battled for dominance but pulled back suddenly and ordered him, “Fuck me. Now.”
Fire burned in his eyes as he ripped of his shirt and his muscles rippled showing off his abs that had me wanting to lick from his collar bone to down below the waist band of his jeans. And his jeans were the next thing to go along with his underwear; his huge member stood erect and my body squirmed on the desk impatiently filled with need for him. Torturously slow he pulled up my skirt to reveal my red lacey thong from Victoria’s Secret which were now soaked and proceeded to pull them down with teeth, sending another wave of ecstasy through my veins when they grazed my hot sex. When he shot my thong across the room he placed himself on top of me and rubbed himself along my throbbing clit, making me scream, “Please!” I gasped as he entered my virgin pussy and called out in pain as he slowly pulled in and out easing me into it and then the pleasure came and it became an animalistic need. “Harder! Faster baby please!” I cried out, and he pounded into me fast and hard bringing me soaring higher and higher with each thrust; I screamed and with one final thrust I reached my climax. His load moan mixed with my own sighs of pleasure as we both released our juices onto each other and the desk.
After calming down for a few minutes we got up and started to get dressed. As I went to leave the class room I heard his low chuckle and turned around, “The janitor will have fun cleaning this up.”
