As I lick my dry lips in anticipation, I sneak a glance at Kris across the room through my eye-lashes. The other students come into the classroom in ones and twos, but I only have eyes for him. My heart is pounding as I drop my backpack onto the floor next to my desk and glance lustfully at him again. I gather my courage, inhale deeply, and Sra. Cannon walks into the room. Well, I think, this will just have to wait until after class. I exhale slowly, trying to release some of the tension growing in my body. I drop into my seat, cross my arms sulkily and stare at the back of Kris's head, fantasizing about throwing him to the floor and ravaging him.
The group quiz lasts forever, and isn't short enough at the same time. I can't help but listen for the sound of his voice, but it makes concentrating on conjugating Spanish verbs that much harder. When we're done, all the groups get the chance to compare one question to see if the other has a better answer. Kris is the spokesperson for his group, and he comes over to my group to ask if the answer to number twelve is a or de. He leans over me, bringing his head close to mine, his chest brushing my shoulder. I shiver, and get goose-bumps.
"Hey, are you cold?" He asks me.
"No, it was just a random spaz moment." My heart beat jumps to about 300 beats per minute, and I start breathing deeply to calm it down, knowing that as long as there was physical contact between us, that it would be impossible.
"Ha, okay. Spaz moments are good." He smiles that gorgeous smile that makes my insides melt and rubs my back. I think my heart stops for a moment. I smile back and tell him that the answer to number twelve is de.
After he leaves, my group mate and friend, Madiha, asks me,
"Aaand that was...?"
"Excuse me?" I respond, feigning innocence.
"There was totally something going on there between you two!" She exclaims.
"If you say so." I say, pretending that I have no idea what she's talking about, when I know perfectly well that I can't hide my lust for Kris from my friends.
Hannah, Nikki, and Madiha all laugh at me as I turn bright red and begin to mutter things about how the answer to number one should totally be será. They ignore my mutterings and begin talking about their respective crushes. I tune out, and start fantasizing again.
Finally, the class period ends, and everyone files out. Sra. Cannon bolts for her office to make an important phone call. Soon, Kris and I are the only ones in the classroom. I signal for him to sit down in the desk in front of me. He obliges, and I place both hands on the desk, leaning in close enough to whisper,
"I want you." His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to say something, but I lean a bit closer, and run my tongue over his bottom lip.
"Unnhh..." He makes a sound like he's about to say something again, then stops, closes his eyes, licks his lips and leans closer to me again.
"I want you, too." His hands reach up from where they were pressed flat to the tabletop and caress my arms. He draws me to him, and kisses me. Our kiss quickly becomes passionate, our tongues dancing, thrusting, exploring. But suddenly, he pulls away and catches his lower lip in his teeth.
"What?" I ask, fearful that I've pushed too hard, too fast.
"I've only done this once before." He blushes and looks at the gray speckled desk beneath his hands.
"And it wasn't good?" I ask. I'm afraid that he's going to pull away from me because of some past experience that made him feel inadequate. He shakes his head.
"How can you give up on something that you’ve only ever tried once?” I reach out, tilt his head up and kiss him softly again. "Meet me at the arch after sixth." I say, naming the archway by the band room that leads to the back parking lot. I grab my stuff and high tail it out of the classroom before I run back, rip his clothes off and have my way with him on the floor.
The rest of the day passes in odd blips and flashes. One minute, I’m walking to my fifth period class, and the next the bell to end sixth period approaches. The last few minutes of math during sixth period are always unbearable, but today they seem to stretch for an eternity. When it finally does ring, I almost sprint to my locker down the hallway, toss my binder in without regard to how or where it lands and slam the door shut. By the time I get to the arch, the campus is crawling with students. For a moment, I cannot see through the crush of people scrambling to their cars, but then I see him, leaning against the wall. He seems to calm, so free of inhibitions, until I get closer and see the sweat on his temples and the nervous way his eyes dart back and forth. But, oh how those beautiful brown eyes light up when his gaze lands on me! I hold out my hand, waiting for him to let his fear overwhelm him and make him run. But he slips his hand in mine, and our nervous sweat mingles in our connected palms.
“Do you have a car?” I ask, knowing full well that he doesn’t, and has to have his mother drive him to school every day. He shakes his head.
“No, I don’t, but I called my mom and told her that I was going to a friend’s house to study for the AP Gov test until late. We have time.” I can’t help but grin in anticipation of the type of studying I have planned, but that could wait.
“Alright, awesome. Do you want coffee?” I needed my daily afternoon pick me up; my ass was dragging.
“Sure. I love coffee.” He grins at me, and my heart races again. I lead him to my car, open the passenger side door, and heave all of the crap that usually covers my passenger seat into the back.
“Sorry, it’s a one person car.” All he does is smile at me and gently brush the hair out of my face. I close my eyes and lean in to his touch for a moment. Then I shake my head.
“None of that, now. We’ll never get out of the parking lot!” I skip to the drivers side, hop in and click my seat belt on. Kris is already in, waiting expectantly for me to turn on the air conditioning. The thermometer reads 92°, and it’s only the first week in May! I turn the key in the ignition, blast the air conditioner, then the stereo, and burn rubber as I get out of the parking lot as fast as I can.
The line at the coffee house is longer that I would have expected on a Tuesday afternoon, but I entertain myself by wrapping Kris’s arms around my waist and leaning into him. I can feel him smile, with his face pressed against mine, and can’t help but smile in return. I’m so horny I can’t think straight, and when it finally gets to be my turn, I can hardly spit out my order of a large red eye with a shot of hazelnut. Kris calmly orders a regular coffee and we wander over to the over stuffed chairs by the windows. He sits in the one on the left, and I move to sit in the chair on the right, but he catches my arm and pulls me into his lap. I laugh and snuggle into the curves of his body, anticipating the caffeine and hormone induced rush that will come later. Kris’s right hand caresses my spine and slowly moves downward to the hem of my t-shirt. I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear,
“I’m so horny, I can’t think straight. Maybe you can help me with that.” I close my lips around his earlobe, and run my tongue up the curve of his ear. He shivers.
“Cold?” I ask coyly, knowing full well why he was shivering.
“No,” He says sarcastically, “It was just a random spaz moment.” There’s laughter in his eyes, and a little hunger as well.
“Spaz moments are good.” I say, and kiss him. “Very good.”
“I’ve got a large hazelnut red eye at the bar!” Cries the barista.
“Ooh! That’s me!” I popped up and practically ran to the bar for my coffee. It tastes bitter, and nutty, and sweet all at the same time. Perfect. I settled back into Kris’s lap, sipping the wonderful caffeine filled concoction, and wondering if it would be awkward to ask if Kris had any condoms.
But those thoughts fled my mind when his index finger started tracing little circles on my bare thigh, teasing my with his light touch. I set my coffee down and mashed my lips against Kris’s, kissing him furiously to let him know just how much I needed-wanted-him.
“Hey, you two, can you take that somewhere else?” The manager of the coffee house gave me a reproving stare, then grinned at me. “Oh, hey Alex. Who’s this?” Crap. Why did I have to choose to come to the coffee house that I go to every day? They all knew me by name there!
“Um, hey Kathleen,” I stood up and smoothed my skirt down, then pulled Kris to his feet. “This is Kris. Kris, Kathleen, the manager of this fine establishment.”
“Pleased to meet you, Kathleen.” He said after a second’s pause.
“And you as well. Alright, I’ll let you two get back to business, just go somewhere else, please. And Alex? Can I talk to you?” Now she looked nervous. Uh oh.
“Yeah, sure.” I followed her to the back office, where she proceeded to hand me a condom. Well, that solved one problem! I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’ve watched you grow in to a fine young woman, Alex, and I don’t want to see you throw that all away. Just be careful.” She truly looked concerned.
“Thanks for your concern, Kathleen. I was gonna have to stop at CVS and buy some of these!” Now we both laughed.
“Alright, off with you, then.” She smiled.
I skipped out of her office, the condom clutched in my hand.
“What’s up?” Kris asked.
“Oh… Nothing. You’ll see later.” I grinned at him, grabbed my coffee and hurried out the door. Kris quickly followed. At the car, he pinned me to the driver’s side door and kissed me with such intensity that I felt a wet pull between my legs.
“Wait,” I gasped. “Let’s go to my house; my parents are out of town and we can have some privacy.”
“Hmph. Alright.” I knew he was only pretending to be annoyed.
“You drive.” I tossed him the keys, and nearly ran to the passenger’s side. I gave Kris the directions to my house, and then cranked the radio. The soundtrack to 300 blasted out of the speakers as we rolled out of the parking lot. Just thinking about all those perfectly sculpted men wearing next to nothing got me all hot and bothered again. I reached for Kris’s zipper, but he jerked away.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“You’ll see. You may even enjoy it.” I grinned as I slid his zipper down and fondled him through his boxers. I could feel him getting hard as the car hurtled down the road at a speed that was likely going to get us pulled over. I trailed a finger up his length, making the same small circles that he had made on my thighs earlier. He moaned slightly, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
“Mmm, you like that?” I asked. He nodded, and stared straight ahead, trying valiantly to not crash the car. It was a good thing we were almost there. I unbuttoned the crotch of his green plaid boxers, letting him stand proud in the open air. I took a moment to admire him before engulfing the head in my mouth, still hot from my last mouthful of coffee. Kris groaned and arched his back slightly. The engine whined as his foot pressed the gas pedal unintentionally. I looked up, noticed where we were and tucked Kris back into his pants.
“We’re almost to my house. I think you can wait a minute.” I winked at him, and pointed out my driveway. We pulled in, came to an abrupt stop and scattered gravel over the brick walk way. I hopped out of the car, grabbed my backpack and ran for the front door. Kris was right behind me, trailing an overlarge backpack with one hand, and trying to hide the tent in his pants with the other. I threw the front door open, dropped my backpack in the office by the door, grabbed Kris’s wrist and hauled him through the door.
“You’re letting all the hot air in!” I exclaimed. Whenever my parents were gone, I cranked the air conditioning to about 68°. Kris shivered, dropped his backpack next to mine and shut the door. I kicked my sneakers off, and Kris did the same, then I pounced on him, pushing him up against the wall and kissing him fiercely. His hands came up from his sides, caressing my stomach, rib cage and chest before sweeping my shirt off and tossing it in a heap on the floor. His t shirt got the same treatment, quickly followed by his jeans. I dropped to my knees, pulling his boxers with me, and got a good look at his penis at full length. It excited me in every way imaginable. I closed my mouth around the tip again, and slid my tongue around until it was thoroughly wet. Kris’s hand, those amazing percussionists hands, came to rest on the top of my head, massaging my scalp and teasingly pulling my hair lightly.
My head bobbed up and down on the first few inches of his penis for a minute or two, but then suddenly, there was a pressure on the back of my head, encouraging me to take more into my mouth. I fit as much as I could before gagging, and came up coughing. Kris smiled down at me and asked,
“You okay?”
“Perfect. Just wonderful! Mmm, let’s do that again.” I caught my tongue between my teeth in a naughty grin before sliding his penis back into my mouth. This time, I relaxed my throat and took as much as I could in. I attempted to swallow around it, but ended up gagging again. He groaned,
“My God, you’re amazing!”
I ran my tongue over the ridge on the bottom of his penis and back up again. The tip tasted of pre-cum, and I could hear from his rapid breathing that he’d be finished soon. I took him fully into my mouth again, and bobbed my head faster until he came down my throat.
“Ah, I wish my last girlfriend would’ve done that!” He panted. My pulse jumped at the reference to my being his new girlfriend, but I smiled up at him and said,
“Honey, I’m not your last girlfriend.” Then I stood up, grabbed Kris’s hand and led him toward the end of the house with couches and beds.
“It’s my turn, now. You want a bed or a couch?”
“Mmm, how ‘bout a bed?” He grinned shyly at me.
“Alrighty, bed it is!” I steered him into my room, covered in band posters and memorabilia, and shoved him onto the four poster bed in the corner. I kissed him again, and felt him frown at the taste of his own come in my mouth. His hands caressed my stomach and rib cage as I fumbled around, trying to unhook my bra one handed. When I got it undone, I tossed it onto the floor and arched my back. Kris took the unspoken invitation and covered my right nipple with his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair, and massaged his scalp the way he had massaged mine.
“You know, I’d never think you’d only had sex once before.” I panted. Kris trailed butterfly kissed up my chest and neck, before he said,
“Hmm, I watch a lot of porn.” I couldn’t quite tell if he was joking or not, but considering the way his hands produced a soft ache between my legs, I didn’t doubt it. I untangled my hands from his hair and ran them up his smooth and muscular chest, pushing him back at the same time. With my thighs straddling his lower stomach and my hair cascading over his chest, I said,
“Well, then you’ll know what to do when I sit on your face.” He laughed and ran his hands up the backs of my thighs, urging me to move forward.
“C’mere you.” He pulled me down over him and lifted a hand to massage a nipple. The first touch of his tongue on my most sensitive parts sent a shiver of pleasure through me so intense that I cried out. His tongue massaged my clit while his magical hands worked wonders with the rest of my body. Kris massaged, rubbed, licked and caressed me until I came with a gush of wetness and a loud moan. By now, he was fully hard again, and I was digging in my skirt pocket for that condom. When I found it, I let out a triumphant exclamation and ripped the packet open. It wasn’t flavored, which I would have preferred, but I could deal with that. I placed the reservoir tip over the head of Kris’s penis, and used my tongue and lips to roll it the rest of the way down.
“I know you’re comparing me to Ashley, now stop it.” I said, naming his ex and my predecessor.
“I wasn’t!” He cried, dismayed.
“Yes you were, and you know you’re enjoying this so much more than anything you did with her.” I scolded.
“Well…” Kris looked away, not meeting my eyes.
“Ha! You admitted it! Now shut up and fuck me.” I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, and becoming more aroused by it. I crawled back onto the bad and straddled him again before plunging my still twitching pussy onto his penis. I balanced myself with one hand, and rubbed my clit with the other. Kris gently slapped my hand away and my clit himself while I focused on bobbing up and down on his length without falling over. He varied the pressure and rhythm until I gasped with pleasure. My clit was so sensitive that it was almost painful, having had an orgasm just minutes before. But I bit down on my bottom lip until it bled and cried out after only a few minutes as I came again. Kris soon followed. I collapsed on top of him, completely spent. We fell asleep entwined in each others arms, still naked and sweaty and so very satisfied.
Author notes
Sorry this is so long, but I think the background works well with this piece.
In a list
A contest entry
- Hot, Steamy Erotica by Master Ktulu.
525 points, ended May 11, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Mmm, fantasies.
Comments
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This is a wonderful write! It is erotic without being blatantly crude
You are only 18 now - I can only imagine what your writing will be when you get older!
I appreciate the tasteful ways of putting pen to paper instead of the raw way some people do it - I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed this story!
Well done pointlessdayz - and excellent write!
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thank you
it's always nice to know when someone enjoys reading something as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Thanks for the kind words,
Alex
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Excellent write, from beginning to end. This is exactly what I was looking for. Thanks for entering and good luck.
**Master Ktulu**
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