Researching With the Jock {BWWM High School Romance}

Boys Only Satisfaction

Greg

"Ohh... Oh, yeah!" The redhead moans beneath me as I thrust my manhood burying inside of her moist entrance while her soft, ample globes bounce along with the headboard banging against the wall all thanks to the quickness of my thrusts. While she moans with her carnal approaching any minute now, I bury my neck to place soft, delicate kisses as if I'm kissing her. My fingers roam to her bud and begin stimulating her by my fingers dawdling over her sensitive bud.

"Oh, fuck..." I thrust myself deeper soon after her nails scrape the hell out of my back before her fingers make their way to my hair. Her legs wrap around my waist. I swift motion with her on top of me. Both her palms rest flat on my chest while she's going up and down my length. I then grip my hands onto her hips, expecting her to ride me, but she continues to go up and down on me as if she practiced with a chair with wheels. For her to think that this is the best fuck session of her life; isn't the best to me. I have an idea for her to get the hell out of my house.

"Oh, shit, Vivian... I'm about to come," I sharply inhale and I release in the thin barrier.

"Who the hell is Vivian?!" I receive a smack across the cheek as she gets off me and rapidly bunches her clothes in her hands, putting them on. I cover my lower private region with a bunch of covers.

"Casey—"

"It's Brooke, asshole!" Brooke corrects furiously.

"Yeah—Shit! I know that! Your name is Brooke!"

"Whatever! No you don't! You are a jerk, you know that? Fuck you!" As Brooke is fully clothed and slips her feet into a pair of flip flops, she twists the knob of my bedroom door ajar for her to exit and slam the door. Yeah, I used Brooke to satisfy me as well as trying to get Vivian off my mind. I wonder how she would look underneath her clothes. Maybe she has curves and despite her not being one of those girls who flash their cleavage in those revealing shirts and bras; she physically looks well-endowed. I unravel the condom from my length prior to changing back into the clothes I wore at the mall earlier. I turn the TV on to watch MTV and I'm intrigued of looking forward to watch the 1989 MTV Awards because my man, Arsenio Hall will be hosting the awards this year.

I take notice of the house phone ringing and I hurry to the kitchen with the phone attaching to the wall. I pick it up from the receiver. "Hello?" I respond.

"Hey, Greg? You want to chill with us in our spot?" Juan queries. My parents have a nine to five jobs; my mom works as a lawyer while my dad happens to be a truck driver.

"Yeah, I have a new collection that I have stolen from my old man."

"Bring them!" Juan encourages with anticipation in his tone.

"Will do, man!" I agree and pick up a backpack containing five tapes before turning off the TV in addition to grabbing the keys from the top of my dresser and closing the door behind me. My sisters; Claudine and Aubrey are at their friend's house that is just two houses from me on the right. I exit the house and get into my car as the radio plays "Smooth Operator" by Big Daddy Kane. Juan and Ricky's house is not too far from here. It usually takes seven minutes for me to get there and time has pass by. I park my car in front of the two story bungalow. I park the car as well as draping the strap of my backpack over my shoulder, getting out of the car and begin walking towards the door. My finger presses on the doorbell as it chimes. Seconds later, the door opens to reveal Mrs. Lopez in her navy pencil skirt with a matching blazer along with the pearl blouse underneath her blazer. "Hello, Greg! Are you here for Juan and Ricky, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am." I answer.

"They're with the guys in Ricky's room, eating popcorn." Mrs. Lopez is a mother of six, who is working for a local talk show that is not considered as one of the Trashy TV shows that is already on TV like the Morton Downey blowing cigarette smoke in people's faces and yelling at people.