A girl in my class – Part I [High School] [True Story] [M/F]

Hey, I started writing this new piece which is from my real life. If you enjoy reading it and would like to see more, let me know!

Part I – The Dance

Before we met, my direction was unclear. I sort of let life happen to me. I felt as though I was on autopilot. I would talk to people at school, but never really made a concerted effort to make plans outside of school.

The new semester came, and her with it. She was in my first block class which started at 7:15. I’ve never been a morning person, especially since I’m always dead tired waking up at 5:50, but that slowly changed as I got to know her. The class was creative writing, and our teacher Ms. Rhine didn’t give much work which made it easy to fuck around in class and do whatever we wanted. It started off relatively innocent. Now I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t think about it, but our conversations were kept light and casual. We talked about our classes and what teachers got on our nerves. Occasionally, I’d show her those random low-quality videos, making her have to put her head down in her sweatshirt to stop from bursting out laughing.
Over the first few weeks of the semester, we became relatively close, which eventually led to her inviting me to eat lunch off-campus with her. She didn’t have a car, so I drove her in my truck and we got Chick-Fil-A. We sat in my truck once back on campus and talked and ate. Every once in a while, I’d sneak glances at her while she wasn’t looking. Every time I caught a look at her face, I felt a rush in my chest.
For the first time in a while, I had something to look forward to. Every morning, I couldn’t wait to get to class and spend time with her doing whatever.

Fast forward one month later, and the tension between us stayed. The tension between us had grown significantly, and the Sadie’s Hawkins dance was just around the corner. About a week before the dance, she asked me at Shake Shack while we waited for our food. Me being 17 and not done fully growing, I couldn’t exactly buy a $600 suit that I was only going to wear once, so I rented.

Now don’t take me as a creep, but before driving over to hers, I did rub one out. I didn’t expect anything from her, but I didn’t want to look like an idiot and finish in two seconds if things were to escalate. Her parents took photos of us, and then we were off.

The night was incredible. We took pictures with friends and danced to throwback songs like “Pump It”, by the Black Eyed Peas and “Tik Tok” by Kesha. We left after a while to an after-party at one of her friends. My older brother had said this was the most fun about these things. We arrived and had a lot of fun. I knew some people there, so I didn’t feel at all out of place. We drank some; I less than others, knowing at some point I’d have to drive her home. She, on the other hand, went hard. With just three PBR’s, she was showing signs of uninhibited behaviors. She was more chatty and physical. We were in her friend’s backyard on one of the loungers as she laid on it with me, which proved difficult since I’m not super small. It was a little cold, so her warmth felt nice as she curled onto my side. Her knees being curled brought up her dress, exposing a large portion of her thigh.

“I’m kinda cold. Let’s go into your car and turn on the heaters.” She said, hanging on to each word a little too long. I knew I had to take her home. I could already imagine her dad beating the shit out of me once I brought his daughter home in that shape.

We walked together through a side gate to my car where we warmed up. It was silent as I drove her home, her head rested on the window. Turning onto her street she said, “Hold up! Don’t pull in front of my house. Just right here… like so we aren’t right there.” She looked at me as I searched her face once again. My chest rushed with that feeling. “Thanks for tonight. I had a really great time.” She said looking me in the eyes. “Me too. Thanks for asking me… I don’t know when I would’ve gotten up the nerve to ask you to go out or something.” I said, looking away admittedly a little embarrassed I had just implied I had feelings for her prior. She looked me in the eyes again as a small smile broke across her face. She leaned in quickly closing her eyes as she placed her lips on mine. We held there for a moment before she put her arms around my neck. I followed, placing my arm on her side and another one on her lower back. Her tongue pressed against my lips, parting themselves allowing for her to meet mine. Her breath was strong, but I couldn’t care less. She was beautiful in every way, and there was very little she could do to make herself less sexy. Suddenly, she broke from my lips, placing her forehead in the crook of my nose, looking down. She had noticed I had become excited and bit her lip for a moment without looking at me. She then placed a hand slowly along my length, exploring what was in front of her. She looked up at me to see if what she was doing was ok. I could only stare with my mouth slightly open, unsteadily breathing. Her jaw opened as she felt my hardness. “Holy shit! Your so fucking hard.” stifling a laugh as she looked up at me with those eyes.

I could’ve come just then, but knew this wasn’t right. What if she didn’t mean to do this. She didn’t seem completely in control, and what if someone found out we did something after she left that party in this shape.

“Oh my god. We really shouldn’t… I want to so fucking bad, but it’s not a good idea.” I said, gritting my teeth. She looked disappointed but understood as I walked her to her front door, kissing her cheek before leaving.

Once home, I immediately went upstairs, locked the door to my room, and removed my clothes. I beat my dick raw, thinking of fucking the shit out of her.

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