Everybody has that one person at their school or job that they just can’t stand, but secretly, if given the chance, they would fuck in a heartbeat. For me it was Alexis, and I can still remember the first time I saw her.
It was the first day of my freshman year, and as Alexis stepped onto the bus, I studied her with interest. She wore her dark-brown hair long, and as it hung from her head, it complemented the tanned complexion of her face perfectly. She had a petite build, and even underneath the loose-fitting clothes she wore, I could tell she had a set of perky boobs, with a small but firm looking ass. But what really got me going were her big, hazel eyes, and combined with the casual grin she wore on her lips, I couldn’t help but develop a crush on her.
Over the next week, I tried to get to know Alexis the best I could. I found out she had transferred to our small school, from a much larger one in Phoenix, Arizona, and even though she seemed like a sweet girl, I could tell there was a hint of uppitiness about her, but I didn’t care though. I figured it was most likely a remnant from living in a large city, and besides, she was a welcome, new addition to the stagnant pool of girls at our school.
I maintained my crush on Alexis for the rest of that school year, and even though I had several opportunities to ask her out, I was kind of shy back then, and the fact she started dating a junior, almost instantly, complicated things further.
Sophomore year came along and with it, the end of my crush on Alexis. She came back from that summer break with a shorter hairstyle, and a new appreciation for more form-fitting clothes. While this should have been a welcome change, Alexis’s new attitude wasn’t.
Not long after that school year began, I found myself with a perfect opportunity to ask her out. I had finally grown out of my shyness during the summer, and when I found out Alexis and her boyfriend had broken up, I waited patiently for a month before I made my move.
The day things went down, I had caught her after school as she was coming out of the building. I was driving to school by then, and since her breakup, Alexis was back to riding the bus. “What a perfect way to swoop right in and be the hero,” I thought confidently. Unfortunately, expectation is one thing, and reality is a whole other. When I asked if I could give her a ride home, she rolled her eyes and then commenced telling me she would walk home before riding anywhere with me, all in front of a fairly large crowd.
Even though I had my own intentions for initiating the situation, they had been mostly honorable, but having Alexis reject me the way she had in front of so many people, I lost my shit.
“You know what,” I told her as I felt my temper rise. “I was just trying to be nice to you, but it’s not my fault you’re still hung-up, and it definitely doesn’t give you a right to be such a bitch.” Alexis stared daggers at me, and I could feel the watching crowd’s collective eyes widen as they watched the exchange. Finally, finding the voice to reply, Alexis told me to go fuck myself, and then walk off. Now I had no idea if Alexis was that hung up on her ex or not, but I found out later that, that was exactly the case, and what I had said to her, had wounded her pride just as much as her rejection of me, had wounded mine.
After that day, it was definitely a hate/hate relationship between us, and the worse thing for me was the fact that I had put her on such a pedestal. So high in fact, that out of some strange sense of respect, I had refused to think a single sexual thought about Alexis in all the time I had a crush on her, but now, with our extremely public blow up, that was about to change.
That evening as I lay in bed, I kept thinking of the way Alexis had talked to me. I couldn’t believe I had put so much energy into getting to know her over the last year, only for her to tell me to go fuck myself. “Well fuck her,” I thought bitterly. “That bitch can suck my dick.” I grinned at the image of the brown-haired girl choking on a big, veiny schlong, but then as I imagined it as my dick Alexis’s mouth was filled with, the cock in question began to twitch in my shorts, and before I realized it, I was furiously stroking myself as I thought about the things I would do to her.
In my mind, I stood over Alexis as I stroked my cock to full arousal, and then with it hard and throbbing, I took her by the hair and pulled her towards me, putting the tip of my manhood against her slightly open lips. As she looked up at me with hungry eyes, I pushed my dick through her waiting lips, thrusting my rod, with little restraint, in and out of Alexis’s slobbering mouth, while listening to her gag as I pushed my cock farther down her throat with each stroke. When I was finally satisfied with what her mouth could do, I pulled out, walked behind her, and then pushed her down on her hands and knees. I saw myself as I enter Alexis with force, and began fucking her tight little hole hard, hearing her scream with pain and pleasure as I pounded her pussy to a convulsing climax.
As I played this scenario over and over in my head, I stroked myself harder and faster. “Uuunnnggg,” I grunted as my erection swelled and erupted in the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, all the while picturing myself covering Alexis’s face with hot seaman. “Holy fucking shit,” I said when I had finally come down and looked at the mess I had made. I couldn’t believe it. One minute I wanted to tell Alexis off, and the next, I was having the best orgasm ever, while thinking about fucking her.
Later on, as I lay in thought, I came to a realization. The Alexis I had placed on that pedestal was nothing more than a deluded idea. The real girl on the other hand was by no means special, and as far as I was concerned, no longer worth my time or energy, but over the next two years, I would find that I devoted even more of both to the girl as Alexis became the center of my frequent nightly fantasies.
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