Beautiful Devil

Interesting Encounter

"Riley, you're late," Mr. Foland stated as I ran into my first hour class, and flung myself into my seat, out of breath from running the entire way. I'm pretty much always late to anything, I have no time management skills whatsoever, it's beyond my control and drives my mother absolutely crazy. I ran my fingers through my curly, aubrn hair trying to tame it's craziness that occurred after my run across the parking lot and through Clifton Highs' halls. Just as I was about to say something back to Mr. Foland, who anyone else who heard his voice to me would think he was being stern, but I know Mr. Foland well, we're close. He's pretty much the only adult I trust, so I could see beyond the stern teacher voice to the teasing smile in his eyes.

In walks a new student he's tall, but not crazy tall, has kinda shaggy blonde hair, pale skin, and red tinged, haunted blue eyes. I don't know how I'm able to tell that so fast but I can looking into his eyes makes me shiver. "You're Jessie I presume?" Asked Mr. Foland. The new kid didn't even spare him a glance, without looking at him, or even in his direction at all he replied, "Jussie. Not Jessie." "My apologies. Take a seat anywhere you'd like Jussie, I don't believe in making young adults sit where I want them to. At this Jussie finally looked at Mr. Foland with a crooked, mischievous smile on his face, as he walked to a seat in the very back.

Mr. Foland taught an elective psychology class. I'd always found it interesting. I might be interested in being a psychologist, Mr. Foland jokes that I'd be great at it but would constantly be showing up late to treat patients. He's probably right. I was trying to focus on Mr. Folands lesson, hes a great teacher that actually knows how to make learning fun, and has probably never given a boring lecture in his life. He also doesn't believe in assigned homework. Today though I was having trouble focusing I could feel James's eyes on me, completely eye fucking me, making it entirely too hard for me to keep my mind on psychology and not our plans during Social Studies later. I bit my lip, squeezing my thighs together trying to contain myself.

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After lunch I quickly put up my tray, practically running out of the cafeteria. As the bell blared for next period I quickly slid into the janitors closet underneath the stairs. As soon as I entered the cool, dark closet the door was slammed shut, I was pushed against the door James waiting no time in undoing my pants and sticking his hand down my pants while he kissed my neck. I moaned, pulling him with me to the opposite wall that had a big shelf full of cleaning supplies on it. I hopped up onto it surface and wrapped my legs around his waist he grabbed the top of my pants and yanked them down pushing my panties to the side with one hand and yanking his member from his pants with the other stroking himself for a few seconds before pushing inside of me and thrusting.

I was busy moaning when the door opened a crack letting a faint bit of light into the closet, it took a second for my eyes to adjust, when they did I was met with haunted blue eyes that were first focused on the most private part of my body, then slowly made their way to my own eyes. He had a shit eating grin on his face, as if catching us was the most amusing thing in the world. I quickly covered myself and James pulled his length out of me and stuffed himself back in his pants. "Do you mind dude? We're a little busy here." Said James sounding every bit a condescending quarterback. At that Jussie pushed the door the rest of the way open and leaned against the door frame, his grin widening. If anyone came by they'd see exactly what was going on, the door was completely open.

Just as James tensed I could see he was getting ready to pounce, but at that second Jussie turned his gaze back to me, and said "Next time you fuck at school you might wanna' lock the door." Then winked and turned around walking away down the hall, leaving the door hanging open. After Jussie left James went to the door closing (and locking) the it. From there we continued where we'd left off, but I was too busy in my head to be into it. I was too busy thinking about what had just happened, about this interesting, strange guy named Jussie. I could still see his grin in my head, the way he'd winked...