When I got up that morning, it was raining extremely hard; looking out my window it was almost as if there was a wall of water coming from the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the distance. Normally I’d hope that a storm this bad would get school cancelled; but today, I hoped for the opposite. For today was the day I’d finally worked up enough courage to talk to the hottest girl in the school.
Camilla Mackenzie was a well known slut around school; she had perfect tits, that were just large enough to avoid being disgusting; in addition she always wore seductive clothing, and it was rumored that she’d fucked every guy, and most of the girls, in the high school. Even the teachers.
My virgin ass, of course, knew that wasn’t quite true. It was closing in on the end of my senior year, and I was kind of desperate to have sex; in addition, I (Along with the rest of the school, probably), had had a crush for Camilla for years and years; I very vaguely remember her giving me a chaste kiss in elementary school, but I could have just made that up in my head. I’d never had the balls to approach her. But that would change today. I grabbed an umbrella and my bags, and headed out the door to catch my bus.
I book it to first period, and am the first to get there. The classroom is perfect for my plan; there are four rows of four desks in the center, and four rows of two desks on the sides; the teacher lets you sit wherever you want, so I sit at the very back of the rows of two on the side closer to the door, and place my bag and jacket on the seat next to me. This creates the illusion that someone has claimed the seat.
Other people trickled in one by one; then, finally, Camilla comes in the room. As usual, she’s the last to arrive, and there are no seats left but one. I remove my bag and jacket from the seat; she takes notice, and gives me a smile-Which I almost miss, because I can barely pull my eyes from her tits.
Now don’t think I just had no self control; you would have stared too in this situation. It seemed evident that she hadn’t brought an umbrella with her; she was soaked to the bone. And today she had chosen to wear a tight, thin white crop top, with no bra. Her swollen tits and hardened nipples were quite obviously visible, and she sauntered in such a way that her chest jiggled merrily, struggling against its fabric confines. When she saw that the last seat was next to me, her face curled into a gleaming, beautiful grin; to describe it, I will quote a far more eloquent man than I. “It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced–or seemed to face–the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.” Say what you want about her loose sexual morals; she was one of the most beautiful and charismatic people I’ve ever known.
She walked, still smiling, up to me. “Excuse me,” She said sweetly. She flung one of her long smooth legs over my lap. She had worn a short white miniskirt without panties on that day, and as she passed over me she pressed her bare crotch against the large bulge that had been growing in my lap. It was warm, and wet from something I was fairly sure wasn’t precipitation. “Mmmm,” Camilla moaned as she straddled my lap. She leaned forward, simultaneously grinding against me and shoving my face deep into her cleavage. Despite her shirt being quite wet, it was surprisingly warm; with a reluctant sigh she climbed off of me and into her seat. Every pair of eyes were on the both of us. Camilla smiled cutely while I blushed beet red; the teacher, however, decided to just continue with the lesson that I must say I have no recollection of. As he droned on Camilla stealthily reached her hand over to my crotch, grabbing my throbbing cock through my jeans; she leaned in close and whispered, “You know, I was just getting nice and dry; and now you made me all wet again.” My cock jumped, and she giggled. The class continued like that; her massaging my cock, me half wanting this to continue forever, and half hoping that class would end so that me and Camilla could go somewhere private. The bell eventually rang, and Camilla quickly led me out the door and through the halls to a small, secluded room I had never been in before. Camilla produced a key from somewhere, unlocked the door, and then locked it again when we had entered.
It looked like it was being used for storage; it seemed smaller than it really was, because there was junk littered around everywhere. In the corner there was a matress on the ground. I know what you might think; it was just some dirty little grimy thing, used by hundreds of STD-covered students. But instead it was well kept, with pillows, sheets and a thin blanket.
“I change the sheets after every use,” She said proudly. “Then I get a friend of mine to clean them each night; apparently they have washing machines somewhere down in the basement. I even have a thicker blanket for when it gets cold.” She beamed. “So…Tell me.” She came very, very close; pressing her chest to my own. “You ever been with a girl before?”
“Uhm,” I said, sweating. “No.”
“Hm. How bout a boy?” She asked.
“Nope,” I said, smiling a bit. After the ice was broken, she was surprisingly easy to talk to.
“Noone? At all?”
“Not as far as I know,” I said smiling. She laughed a little. “Well, I guess then that you don’t have anything.”
“Any what?”
“You know, those nasty diseases.” She wrinkled her face.
“Oh! Oh, yeah, no. Definitely not. But, ah…We’re still using a condom, right?”
She tittered a little. “Why?” she asked innocently. “Afraid of a baby?”
“Well, yes. Actually I am,” I said, a little forcefully.
“Don’t worry; that’s been taken care of.”
“Pills? I mean, they don’t work 100% of the time…”
“Something more permanent than that,” She said with a smile.
“But I don’t want to get into all that now.” She pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss; her tongue forced it’s way into my mouth, playing with the underside of my tongue, toying with the tip and generally just sending a wave of pleasure from my mouth down my spine. It was the most intense sensation I’d experienced; I’ve yet to meet a better kisser than Camilla Mackenzie.
All too soon she broke away. “I need to get these wet clothes off before I chafe,” She stated. “Mind helping me?” I gulped, and nodded. I slowly peeled off her crop top, uncovering her decadent mammaries; following this I pulled down her tiny white skirt, revealing her mound. She carefully hung the clothes on a coatrack in the corner of the room, and then turned to me seductively.
“What do you think, Peter? Like what you see?”
I most certainly did. She came over to me, and started to help me with my clothes; she pulled up my t-shirt, and then kneeled down to unzip and pull off my jeans. She licked her lucious lips when she saw my massive cock, and gave it a lick; however, much to my dissapointment, she stood up instead of continuing. She grabbed my by the shoulders, spun me and herself around and somehow I ended up behind her, with one hand on her tir and another in her cunt.
She moaned as I began to finger her honey pot and fondler her breast; she gave me a few directions as I shoved two, then three fingers deep inside her, alternating between penetration and stimulating her clit. Camilla was extremely sensitive both in her vagina and her breasts; I later found out that was why she loved sex so much. Within less than a minute, she orgasmed three times from fingering and fondling alone.
“Come on, Peter,” She said with a sigh, moving away from me. She lightly grabbed my cock, and guided me to the bed. She pushed me to sit down and then, placing a little throw pillow obviously there for that purpose under her knees, kneeled down in front of me. All the while, she was staring hungrily at my dick with a large mischievous smile. “Mmmm…How long is this, a foot?”
“Uh, about eleven inches.”
Her eyes were filled with a lustful fire. “And so veiny,” She said. She locked eyes with me. “Do you know what happens now, Peter?” She inquired huskily, her gaze heavy with mischief. I nodded in awe, and she winked before worshipping my cock.
She started with the head, gently tickling right underneath the tip, and then licking around the underside; she slowly licked and kissed down to the base, giving my balls a firm suck when she got there. Then she sucked along the side, slowly climbing up to my tip again. All the while, she stared deep into my eyes; her irises were a bright, gleaming green.
Then she sucked me into her mouth. I don’t know how I didn’t come right then and there, but somehow I held out as she went right down to the base. Slowly she came back up, twisting her head and licking intently; she took a nice, long slurp of my head as she pulled out again, but then she started bobbing up and down viciously when she felt my orgasm coming on. Her hypnotizing green eyes were still locked directly on me even as her head moved frantically up and down. And when I started to cum, she clamped her lips right around my head and sucked it out like a drink from a straw. It was mindblowing. Still staring into my eyes, Camilla raised her head and swallowed, with a smile.
“Mmmmm….Nice and thick. I like that. And, it looks like you can go again,” She stated, giving my erect cock another pump.
“Definitely,” I said, flustered but amazed. She giggled.
“Well, just let me hop on,” She replied, and with that she jumped atop my cock. “Aaaaaaah, yeah,” She said, sighing in delight as she slowly sank down. She giggled again. “Well, let’s get right to it, shall we?” She started to bounce and grind, while I pumped up powerful and furious. “Woah, slow down there buddy,” She said, and I stopped. “Just not so fast; take it nice, strong, and smooth. Not…Slow, but not quite so fast.” I nodded, embarrassed, and pushed up into her, careful and controlled but still powerful. “Yeaah, that’s the ticket,” She said, moaning. She groaned loudly, and per pussy started twitching around me. I pumped up again and again, eliciting deep moans from her. I reached up and started to play with her tits; she just grinned wider, and continued her stream of seemingly never ending orgasms.
After a long few minutes of deep thrusting and penetration, I finally felt the come churning deep in my balls; with a grunt and a satisfied sigh, I thrust up one final time. She screamed in raucous orgasm as I filled her with come, before collapsing on top of me.
“Mmm,” She said with a dopey smile. “Your technique needs improvement, but you have the best cock I’ve ever seen. And let me tell you-That means quite alot.” she gave me a kiss, then got up, dragging me with her. She proceeded to change the sheets of the bed very quickly, then she reached for her bag, which was left forgotten by the door. “Here,” she said, pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling something on it. It was a phone number. “I want to teach you a bit more. Meet me here after school; personally, I feel like making this a common occurrence.” She grinned up at me, and I grinned back. My senior year got a whole lot better from that day on.