Every afternoon I see you walking past me in the hall way after 4th period. You probably never notice, and why would you. I don’t stand out any noticeable way, never bothered to try out for any sports teams, I’m not the member of any after school clubs. I’m a social ghost who walks from class to class alone, but dreaming of you.
We sat next to each other once in Chemistry. That was a tough semester, the material covered wasn’t the hard part though. Oh if only I could tell you what the hard part was, but even thinking of telling you makes my head spin. So I stayed quiet, tried not to make conversation in the fear that I would stumble on my own tongue. I always noticed how intoxicating you smelled, it sounds so creepy, but the fragrance you use would make my cock stand at attention, begging to be stroked. Once I couldn’t help but squeeze my legs together rhythmically edging myself self into a head spinning sickness. It was the day you wore that low cut tank top. I’m sure you knew what you were doing, no girl with breasts as full as hotel pillows could possibly wear something like that and not know how it effects the weaker sex of our species. Most guys I know say your to big, that they are only interested in the most lean and athletic girls. I can’t help but be infatuated by your full curvy frame. It’s the frame of a woman, not the mere body of a normal high school girl.
I must confess every day after Chemistry class I would go home to an empty house, sit on the couch and try not to think about how soft and smooth your entire body must be. It never works, in fact it’s a lie. The truth is I can’t wait to get home and wrap my hands around my cock, and milking out a fresh load thinking of you, begging me. I always start by rubbing my cock head just outside my pants, I edge myself till my prostate aches and my balls are tight. Just as I can feel the base of my member start to throb, so I pinch the head of my dick till it calms down, only letting a sample of precum withdraw into my pants. This time was different. I past you in the hall today and I couldn’t believe what I saw. All the times I’ve seen you in the hall I never notice that you have the bottom locker. Today I couldn’t help to not only notice, but stare.
Your low rise jeans sliding down your frame as you got down on both knees to get a book, and as you reached in I noticed the thong panties you wore that day with the small fabric butterfly on the waist band.
After school that day, thinking about that set me off, I pinched the head of my cock and tried to control my breathing but that image of you was too much. I knew I had to get my dick out fast and make the best controlled effort I could to not make a mess. It had been a solid week of only edging to my fantasy of you and my body wouldn’t tolerate being unfulfilled anymore. I only had the button of my jeans undone before the first sticky rope of cum unleashed and spilled into my pants leg. I grabbed my member at the base and tried in vain to pull my stiffen self out of my pants and just as I was able to whip out my aching, swollen cock another blast of arching cum shot into the arm and landed all over my abs, then another on my chest and even one caught my face. I couldn’t control it, the best I could hope for was to stop panicking and enjoy the waves of orgasmic pleasure that my stroking to your full figure had brought me. If only you had been there to see what a mess you make of me.
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