When I (21 F) was a junior in high school, I began attending a military boarding school several states away from my home. I was a devious teenager so my parents weren’t sad to see me go, but going to boarding school was mostly my decision. I have always welcomed change. I have always been a small girl. Back then-just like now-I was short, skinny and tan, with small breasts and a large butt. I dyed my hair blue-black and drew skulls and upside-down crosses on myself with sharpies during class. Me and my friends snuck in alcohol and cigarettes at the risk of suspension (or expulsion after first offense).
There was a guy named Cam Hanover at my school. He was nice. We had talked a few times before, and he was one of the teachers’ sons. His hair was cut short like the other boys at the military school. It was dirty-blonde in color, and his skin was pale. I knew he was smart, and not straight-edge. He was a runner, and you could tell by looking at his calves. He wasn’t a boarding student, as he lived with his mother (who had been my teacher the previous year), Ms. Hanover in town.
On the way back to the boarding school after summer vacation, I was scrolling through Facebook and noticed that Cam had changed his profile picture. It was a golden-lit picture of him running up a grass hill during a race. I hadn’t thought of him as attractive before then, but something about that picture which perfectly highlighted his cheekbones and bulge (I did zoom in on it many times, and sketched it in my planner during math class often. Side note: I needed to be tutored every single week until I graduated.) made me see him as the first guy I wanted to sleep with that year. I already had a bit of a reputation as a slut, but those are stories for another day. After seeing that picture, I thought he was so cute. His bone structure reminded me of David Bowie’s (who was still alive at this time) and he was a few inches taller than I was.
After the idea of having sex with him popped into my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I fixated on his body. As I mentioned before, he was a runner, and I thought his legs were incredibly sexy. I would watch him run by at tennis practice, “coincidentally” taking bathroom breaks when he was nearby, in the hopes that we would get to be alone together. It was around this time I began to learn that I loved brief moments of sexual tension, especially in forbidden settings. I started to get excited when I saw him walk into the cafeteria. I just really wanted to have sex with him. I was young and shy at the time. I was still learning about what I wanted out of sex. I was confident, but still not confident enough to approach him myself. At a school event for students on the football field, I was sitting on the bleachers when I told two good male friends about my opinion of Cam.
They both got up and found him at the bottom of the bleachers to talk to him. They all simultaneously looked at me-including Cam-as they talked. I hid my face in embarrassment and found some other friends elsewhere on the bleachers. I sat with them and updated them on what was going on, avoiding looking at Cam. It was one of those silly, exciting high school scenarios. Only a few minutes later, Cam approached me with a hot dog in his hand. He said something like, “Hey Violet, do you want a bite of my hot dog?” It was so absurd, so bold, so suggestive and so public, it completely caught me off-guard. I felt butterflies in my stomach… most of the students from school were at the event. He had just said that in front of everyone! I don’t remember my exact response, but it most certainly wasn’t “no”. I was a vegetarian, but he knew it wasn’t the beef that I wanted.
Later in the day, as the sun began to set, I was standing on the hill surrounding our school’s football field talking to friends. Cam approached me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I agreed with hidden enthusiasm, and we started around the track together. We talked casually for a while, and he asked me some questions about myself. Eventually, in a mischievous tone, he said, “So uh, your friends told me some interesting things.” “Oh yeah?” I responded. “That you said I looked kinda like David Bowie. And that… you want to fuck me.” Everything Cam had been saying and doing today was so unexpectedly upfront, and it made me want him even more than before.
I told him yes. About an hour later, the school was playing Napoleon Dynamite on a large projector outside by the stadium. Students and teachers spread out across the grass as it started to get dark. Cam approached me again, and asked if I wanted to watch the movie with him. We laid next to each other in silence. We talked only once in the middle of the movie. At the end, as the stadium lights were turned back on and the other students got up to head back to their dorms, Cam and I sat up. He leaned over and kissed me. We kissed for a few seconds, then walked together back up the hill toward my dorm. He said goodbye to me and left to go home to his mom.
A few days later, I was elated to see that he had sent me a message on Facebook- a simple, “Hey, what’s up?” We talked a bit about music, when he sent, “What are you up to tomorrow? I’m not sure yet but if I’m not too busy I might be able to pop by”. I let him know when I would be available and he said he would let me know later. He wasn’t able to make it. For eight days, we discussed hanging out almost daily but he Cam was always busy. I was frustrated. I thought about him all day in class, and how badly I wanted him.
One Saturday, Cam messaged me and said hi. Weekends were more relaxed for boarding students. We were allowed to sleep in, hang out around the school or go visit restaurants and stores in town with permission from the student services staff. Cam was not at school, but he sometimes came by on the weekends to work on assignments with friends or run around campus. I told him I would be in an SAT prep class until 3:00 P.M, but I would be free afterwards. We discussed the location we should meet at. It was funny to talk about it-neither of us were upfront about what we were doing. We may not have said the word “sex” once in our conversations, but we knew what was going to happen when we finally met that day.
The SAT course was boring. It was held weekly on Saturday and lasted three long, excruciating hours. I struggled to pay attention that day. We weren’t supposed to use our phones during the class, but we were allowed short breaks every hour. The teacher let us know it was time for a break at 2:00 and set a timer. I glanced at my phone and saw that Cam had messaged me. My face felt warm and my heart began to pound as I read the words, “Hey, why don’t you just meet me down at the track when you are done with your class?” I tried to hide my smile from the teacher, texting back, “Sure.” The other students returned to the room and the teacher announced that break was over. I tried to listen, but my mind was overflowing with thoughts of Cam touching me. I was horny and excited, but nervous at the same time. I kept glancing down to briefly check the time on my phone, knowing the moment I’d been waiting for was approaching.
At 3:10 P.M, I was walking out of my dorm. As soon as the class had ended, I had bolted out of the building to return to my bedroom. I had changed into a pair of school athletic shorts and a t-shirt with no bra. I used a feminine wipe to thoroughly clean my orifices, put on some extra deodorant, brushed my teeth, and doused myself in perfume. “Okay I just got out” I sent in a message to Cam. The dorm was not very far from the field-I could see it from my bedroom and the school was small with a population of under 500 students. Trying to take deep breaths to keep my nerves at bay, I walked towards the bleachers.
As I got closer, I could see the outline of one person sitting and looking at their phone. I knew it was him. I waved when he noticed me, then walked up and sat next to him on one of the silver benches. He smelled nice, like clean laundry. It was a warm, early-September day, and the bleachers provided a beautiful view of the mountains in the distance.
He was well-known in the school because of his mother being a much liked teacher for 11th grade English classes who had been there for years. All the teachers and faculty knew him and thought of him as a good kid and a mild-mannered guy-and so did most of the students. Everyone knew each other’s business because the school was so small. If the drama was big enough, it would even make it to the teachers sometimes. I was known in the school for having casual sex/messing around with a lot of guys, but I had friends and most people thought I was cool regardless. Only a few were truly bothered by my promiscuity, and made up rumors about me having chlamydia. Cam wasn’t known for having dated anyone at school, and was not really considered one of the “hot” guys at school.
Sitting on the bleachers under the sun, we made a bit of small talk, then he asked if I wanted to get up and walk. Butterflies in my stomach, I agreed that we should. He led me across the field surrounding the football stadium, then into the woods behind the football field on the path that the runners used during practice, explaining that he had scoped out a secret location on one of his runs. Because of his good reputation, it amused me that he and I were on our way to commit a suspendible offense in the woods. Nobody else but me knew that he was secretly so dirty, so horny, he just couldn’t refuse me. If we were caught, it would be a scandal throughout the school, and I’m sure he knew it too.
We stopped briefly at an area of dense brush. Vines entangled around the thick flora, creating a messy, hidden area among the trees. We looked around, and didn’t hear or see anyone so he proceeded to direct me off the path and into his secret spot. It was close to a fence at the end of the school property. I trusted his judgement, feeling safe that we wouldn’t be caught. I felt my heart beating rapidly as I turned to look at him after we decided that the location was good. I felt a warmth below my waist, excited and terrified all at once. I remember looking into Cam’s light blue eyes, both of us silent until he grabbed me, kissing me and pulling me closer to him. He was a few inches taller than me, his body skinnier than it was muscular but still defined. I let my hands wander over his body, feeling his arms and back, breathing in his scent deeply. At this point, I had already had sex with over ten different guys, so I had a bit of experience-In fact, I had a reputation for giving good blowjobs. I decided that we had been making out long enough for me to reach down and start to touch him around his crotch area. I began to rub his erection, grasping it between my fingers. It was the thinnest penis I had ever felt at that point-I was briefly taken aback, but I continued to caress it. Quickly, he turned my body around so that my ass was in front of his penis, wrapped his arm around my neck as if putting me in a gentle chokehold, then pulled down my shorts and underwear. I was not expecting him to be so dominant. He spat on his fingers, then reached down to rub my swollen, exposed clit. I grabbed ahold of his arm, groaning softly as he rubbed me in a continuous motion. My whole body felt hot. I tried to stay quiet so that nobody would hear us. Cam rubbed my clit faster and faster, holding me tightly the entire time. My knees buckled for a moment while I squeezed my asscheeks and thighs together. My mouth inadvertently opened from the short but intense wave of pleasure washing across my body. I had given myself better orgasms before, but we didn’t have much time for foreplay. He fingered me for a few seconds, then, wanting to impress him, I got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his pants. His penis was indeed thinner than average, but a normal length. I didn’t care. Being a smaller woman, I knew I would still love to feel his cock inside me.
With my left hand, I cradled his round, wrinkled testicles, gently licking and sucking them as I made my way up his shaft. My right hand aided my mouth, stroking when necessary. Licking and kissing upwards towards the tip of his penis, I made sure I had moistened the whole thing thoroughly enough to slide it down my throat. He moaned quietly, his legs shaking slightly as I slid his penis in and out of my mouth with ease, stopping occasionally to suck on the tip while stroking up and down with my hand. “You can stop.” He whisperer under his breath. I stood up, turning around. I knew exactly what he wanted now. Wrapping his arm around my neck in a gentle chokehold yet again, Cam guided his penis into my sticky, wet pussy from behind. He started thrusting inside me lightly, then quickly began to pick up his pace. He was thrusting hard, sweating and breathing heavily. His thighs slapped against mine as he moaned quietly. Cam had a commanding attitude during sex. He went as hard and as fast as he needed to. “I’m gonna cum” he whispered urgently, pulling out.
He continued stroking his penis with his hand, tilting his head back. I got on my knees in front of him again, taking his cock into my mouth and deepthroating it quickly. His moans grew louder and his body began to shake harder. I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and sucked on it, simultaneously moving my head up and down while stroking the rest of the shaft with my hand. Just as he was about to cum, I pulled his penis out of my mouth, jacking him off fast and hard with my hands. With my mouth opened wide and the tip of his cock positioned just in front of my tongue, he let out a quiet, guttural moan, sending a load of cum into my mouth. I felt the muscles in his cock contract, pumping more hot, salty cum into my mouth and splattering around my face and chest. We stayed in place for a moment, each catching our breath. “That was good.” He said, breaking the silence.
Cam and I pulled our pants back up and listened for any other people around. We walked back onto the path, then began to talk casually again. When we crossed the field, returning to campus, we saw one of our peers on the path going for a run and waved to her. We walked together toward my dorm, and stopped in front of it (boys weren’t allowed inside the girls’ dorm). A staff member was chatting with one of the students, sitting on the wall in front of the dorm where people often hung out. The staff member said hello to Cam. After Cam and I were finished talking, he said goodbye to me, then turned to walk back to his car. As he disappeared behind a building, I smirked, knowing that I now I had a dirty little secret that nobody else knew. Not a soul would have suspected that just minutes ago, I was tasting Cam Hanover’s cum. That night, Cam would be eating dinner with his mom, Ms. Hanover, and when she’d ask him how his day was, he would say that it was just another uneventful day-but I knew what he would really be thinking about.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iyjszs/tales_from_boarding_school_a_true_story_1
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