Adam & Jane at School [Tags in Story]

Both characters are 18.
Tags: [HS seniors][MF][Blowjob][Oral][Cowgirl][Creampie]

***Jane***

Here we were again, rearranging Mr. Jacobs’ prop department for detention. Just me and Adam. I’ve tried time and time again to drop a hint to him, to let him know he can just take me any time he wants, but he’s just absent mindedly doing his job.

I wore the tightest button down blouse I could find, the buttons straining against my boobs. I’ve caught him staring before, but he’s being a good boy today.

I watch him as he throws smaller hand-held props into a chest. I’ve been crushing for years, but now that senior year was winding down, time was of the essence. The college he signed onto was across the country from mine, so there were only weeks left for one of us to make a move.

I gathered my long blonde hair and formed a quick ponytail before dusting half heartedly. I made my way around the room, pretending to get this and that as I walked closer to him.

He was a smart guy, albeit shy. He was tall and lean, fit but not muscular. I assume good genetics, since in the four years I’ve known him, he didn’t do any sports. His dark brown hair was shaggy, just a bit unkempt over the ears, giving him this cute puppy dog look.

I kept fake dusting until I got almost too close. He was paying no attention to me, and I hesitated. Maybe he just didn’t like me. I always flirted, but he would get embarrased and shut down. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Gathering my nerve, I took another step, tripping over him as he knelt down at the box of props.

He fell to his back, and I made sure I fell right on top of him. My head landed at his collarbone, smelling the remains of whatever cologne or body spray he had applied that morning. My large breasts were squished between me and him, my nipples tingling with a confident excitement. I had landed with my knees on either side of him and rubbed my groin into his, feeling a slight semblance of hardness through his jeans. I knew the skirt was the right choice.

I lifted my head from his collar, looking him in the eyes. A small blush crept across his cheeks. His brown eyes looked worried as he said, “Are you ok?”

I sat up, still on top of him and rubbed the back of my neck, “Yeah, I think so. Did I hurt you?”

His jeans reacted to my weight as I sat up and he shook his head no.

“Good.” I unbuttoned my blouse, exposing and freeing my breasts. He looked at them, the blush deepening, “What are you doing?”

“Finding out if all my flirting has paid off.” I leaned forward and kissed him, receiving a tentative kiss back. I unhooked by bra and let it fall as he grew more sure, our tongues finally finding each other. I felt a pressure on my boobs, surprised and happy to find that his hands had found them. He groped them lightly, thumbing my hardened nipples, as I moaned against his mouth.

His tongue found my neck and we sat up as he kissed his way down to my tits, licking around my areolas and sucking gently on my nipples. I ran my hands through that brown hair, enjoying the pleasure that gently swept through my body.

I pushed him back down gently and shimmied down his body until my mouth met his jeans. I unbuttoned them as he undid my ponytail, letting my long blonde hair fan out around his pants.

I pulled out his penis, a hard rod of flesh that sprung up to greet me. I kissed the head and worked my way down and slowly licked back up before taking the head fully in my mouth. I sucked and licked lightly as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I bobbed down, letting him further enter my mouth more and more each time. He moaned quietly, his nails gently massaging my scalp as I sucked away. I kept his head in my mouth as my hand worked his shaft. He tensed up and grabbed my waist pulling me so we were perpendicular.

As I continued fellating him, he reached under my skirt and pulled down my underwear. His fingers gently explored my now wet pussy, softly touching the outside, gathering moisture on his fingers. He bent his fingers up, rubbing my clit. I moaned, his penis still firmly in my throat, and felt electricity through me as his fingers finally penetrated me.

His palm kept pressure on my clit as his fingers pushed in. I was moaning in ecstacy more than sucking him off, but he never left my mouth. He pushed and pulled until my body started shaking and he plopped out of my mouth as I laid my head down and let the orgasm run through me.

***Adam***

Jane came as I pressed my fingers into her, holding then roughly against her wall until the orgasm passed. I ran my other hand through her hair, then guided her back up to me.

She straddled my hard, wet cock, rubbing the outside of her vagina against it as she kissed me. She took one hand and grabbed me between her legs, until finally, after years of waiting, I slid inside her.

She moaned and shook, the feeling of penetration sending an aftershock through her from her last orgasm. She sat up on me, slowly lifting herself up and down on me, her tits bouncing slowly, lagging just after her. She placed her hands on my chest and picked up speed, moaning loudly, nearly yelling.

“Yes, Adam. Just like that!”

My hands had found her waist and were helping to keep her on as she was slamming back down, over and once again onto me. I was thrusting my hips up to meet hers until she came again, falling forwaed, those magnificent breasts pushing against my chest again.

I held her hips in place and kept plunging into her. She began bouncing her hips as I increased rhythm, our mouths meeting once again as we moaned into each other.

“Jane, I’m going to finish.” I said, breathlessly.

“Finish in me. Please, please fill me up”

As her hips quickened and I sped up, she came again, holding her pelvis down onto mine as I finally unleashed inside of her. She screamed into my neck and I moaned against hers, finishing together.

The room was quiet save for our heavy breathing. She gently kissed my neck as I ran my fingers up and down her spine, our bodies tingling in our afterglow.

She started giggling and looked at me. I looked at her quizzically.

“We should probably clean up, before Mr. Jacobs comes back.”

We wiped up and got our clothes back on then got back to cleaning up the props, eyeing each other with knowing smiles.

We may be going to different colleges, but there were still a few weeks of Senior year and the summer to go.

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