Study Buddies [FF]

I was the new kid in a small town high school. Friends had never come easily to me, so when Olivette took an interest in me I leaped at the opportunity. We quickly discovered that we had a lot of the same interests. Books, movies, TV shows, favorite subjects, favorite foods, we were compatible in every way. And we shared several of the same classes.

So whenever a project came up where we were offered the chance to partner up, we took the opportunity and convinced her parents or mine to allow a sleep over on a school night.

It was winter, and we had been given an assignment for history. Within two hours the project was complete, leaving us to our own devices (no pun intended). I was prattling on about the most recent boy I had gone to the movies with when she looked at me and said “Why do you keep dating guys, when you can’t stop staring at gorgeous girls?” my jaw dropped. I thought I had been discrete. It turns out that I’m a rather transparent person, and in this moment I wanted only to disappear. After what felt like an eternity of searching for words that wouldn’t manifest, Olivette saved me “You don’t have to be embarrassed, I’m usually looking too.” I felt my cheeks go red.

Her mother called us to dinner. While I shoveled mashed potatoes into my mouth, Olivette initiated a game of footsie. After dinner We sat together on the love seat under a thick white blanket and watched a movie with her family.

I couldn’t tell you what the movie was if I tried. By the time the opening credits had ended Olivettes head was resting on my left shoulder, and her left hand had wandered to my inner thigh. I wrapped an arm around her waist and smelled her hair. Her hand traveled further up my leg. I began to tremble. “your heart is racing” she whispered to me. “No shit” I whispered back.

Her lips brushed against the side of my neck “Are you frightened?” she asked as she pressed her fingers against my sex. I inhaled sharply. “Don’t be…” she whispered before biting my neck and beginning to rub me through my jeans.

My back arched lightly, and I fought not to moan. Her father laughed at the television, and her mother chewed pop corn loudly. I did my best to breathe steadily, but with Olivettes tongue pressing and flicking against my neck, and her skilled fingers pressing elsewhere it was a challenge (to say the least).

When the movie was over we raced to her room. My shyness had been stripped by two long hours of the best torture imaginable. As soon as the door was closed I had pushed her onto the bed. In an instant, I was on top of her. unbuttoning her blouse with desperate hands. She giggled, “slow down, eager beaver!” I paused to look into her eyes and said “no.”

Her kisses were deep and sinfully passionate, and her soft delicate hands always magnetized to the most sensitive areas of my skin. Piece by piece between tumbling kisses our clothes came off. When the final undergarments had been removed we observed each other for a long tense moment. Her curves were the sort which could inspire poetry. Her unblemished porcelain skin was a wonder to see. And the way her sapphire blue eyes wandered across my body was enough to set fire to my very soul.

Tenderly, she parted my legs and laid a path of kisses from my neck past my navel. She laid her hands on the ridges of my pelvic bone and set to work. In the beginning her strokes were strong and slow. Her hands moved over my hips to grip my ass, and the pace of her tongue escalated. My back arched dramatically, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. She was relentless. Holding my hips in place and massaging my ass with those incredible hands, there was no escape. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way

When I climaxed, it was like fireworks exploding under every inch of my skin. I screamed with eccstasy and writhed in pleasure. She kept going until my orgasm was done, even though she was soaked from the shoulders up. I couldn’t even move after what she had done, and she was generous enough to be satisfied by my satisfaction.

The next morning we woke up in the same bed. Her parents were in the kitchen drinking their coffee, and on the kitchen table were two pairs of scisors open and pressed against each other with a post it note saying “If they can do it silently, you can too.”

We only had sleep overs at my house after that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jo8lj/study_buddies_ff