[M]y [F]irst Gonewild Experience – Laid In My High School

Not very long, but some lead up to the good stuff. Flags below if you’re impatient.

I was 17 and a sophomore in high school and had been in an alternative track to graduation since halfway through my freshman year (read: I was likely to drop out, and they knew it, so they offered me an easier way out). So was Mary. She was a gutter punk girl who wore tights with tons of holes under jean shorts, a jean jacket, and fucked up blonde hair. She was pale and gaunt and had a low voice from all the cigarettes she smoked at class breaks. She seemed older, but so did everyone. We were the kids the mainstream people avoided for the most part.

A year into this program, I’ve developed a strange friendship with Mary. She gets my jokes (dry, gallows humor, nearly undetectable to most), and we seem to have a lot to commiserate about in life. She would seem a sullen girl to most people, unless you knew that underneath she was just biding her time. We both know we just need to ride this thing out long enough to graduate, and the middle part should be over soon. So we flirt some to pass the time.

One day, in a grand lecture hall, the teacher is delivering what is actually an incredible lecture on his experiences with light painting (long shutter exposures and flashlights) and I’m sitting next to Mary in the back row. The room is situated with long desks in each row. I’m poking Mary in her ribs to get her to crack up when all the faces in the crowd were supposed to be intent on the lecture. She pokes back. It’s juvenile and fun.

——-sex starts here

Then, about ten minutes before the bell, she grabs my hand when I try to pinch her knee. She’s wearing a skirt and tights and she pushes my hand up to the crotch. She’s humid up there. I’m instantly hard. I flatten my hand on her mound and search for the apex where her clit should be and rub slowly. She grinds into it. The tights are textured, almost ribbed, and I can feel no outline of panties. I spend some time rubbing her there and then move down the pinch of her lips to where her opening is. I look over at her face, and she’s deadpan. I pinch the inside of her thigh to try to break her. She’s cool as can be. I’m intimidated by her–she’s cooler than me about the fact that we’ve shifted from flirting to fingerbanging, but I carry on. I find the waist of her tights under the skirt by pulling on the cloth and wedge my fingers in her slit. She’s wet but not watery, my favorite kind of lube. And she grinds more into my hand.

The bell rings. I tuck my hard on into the waist of my pants. I’m desperate for more. We stand up. She turns her back to me to walk out, and I place my hands on her shoulders to ensure she doesn’t go anywhere. I guide her out the door of the lecture hall and down the hallway to the stairs down to the school’s basement. This is where the teen moms and shop classes are. There are doors that I’ve never seen opened here, and we try each one. The third or fourth one opens, and we enter. It’s a dressing room for the theatre kids with a whole wall of costumes, bins of props and shoes, a lit vanity mirror, and a shower. There’s a couch in the middle of the room. I lock the door.

Mary hikes her skirt up over her hips and drops to the ground behind the couch and just in front of the shower basin. With her ass in the air, she pulls the tights down over her ass and starts rubbing her pussy. I’m suddenly aware she is more prepared for this than I am. I decide to come up behind her and lick her. I stick my tongue inside her slit and smell her. She’s got a strong wonderful smell, and I’m incensed by it. I dart my tongue at her clit and she moves her fingers to the side. I come up a bit and lick her asshole. She moans.

I whip my pants down and start stroking my cock up and down her slit. She parts her lips. I push in and start ramming into her. She’s furiously diddling her clit and cums almost immediately. With all the buildup, I can feel that I’m not going to last long. I start moaning. I begin to peak after another minute or so, and she can hear it. I pull out to spray her ass then she surprises me: she whips around to take the load in her mouth.

I’m stunned at what has just taken place. In the span of 20 minutes we went from flirting to her taking my nut in her tonsils. She can tell I’m dumbfounded and looks at me knowing she owned me. She stand up, awkwardly puts her ass back in her tights and pulls down her skirt and says, “That was interesting,” then she walks toward the door. I’m still trying to jam my dick back in my pants and I actually had to ask her to wait to leave so I could be ready for whatever might be in the hallway. When I stood up, she walked out, cool as can be.

The next day, she came over to my house and, for my first time I came inside a woman. And after that, nothing ever happened again.

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