Band Room Fantasy
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
10,291
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Band Room Fantasy
I was sitting in the band room during our free period, memorizing my lines for the fall play. There was only one other person in there: him. The guy I\'d been head over heels for since I\'d first seen him, the guy I\'d liked forever and a day.
As such, I was hard pressed to keep my mind on my lines.
I was concentrating so hard on my lines and on NOT noticing him that I did not, in fact, notice when he came right up to me. I said one of my lines, a boy\'s cue, and he said the boy\'s line, startling me. I looked up, turned slightly red and smiled shyly.
He smiled back, taking the script out of my hands. Startled as I was, I offered no resistance. Setting it aside, he was back and before I knew what was going on, he was all over me, his lips on mine, his hands on my back, his body pressed against me. I could feel how he wanted me.
This was what I had imagined for so long: his lips crushing mine, his tongue invading my mouth, his body pressed on top of mine. My arms snaked around his neck and his hands continued to run along my back.
Next thing I knew, we were on the ground.
He was on top of me, his hands sliding under my shirt, unhooking my bra, sliding around to the front, cupping my breasts, running his fingers along them. I moaned, which seemed to encourage him.
I returned the favor, sliding my hands up his shirt and playing with his nipples.
Shoes came off, somehow, shortly followed by pants and undergarments. It was the middle of a school day, with the danger of someone walking in on us, but somehow that served to make us crazier for each other.
He parted my legs, I slid them around him. He slowed now, wanting to make sure I was okay. He always was a sweetie.
Seeing that I was, in fact, fine, and wanted more, he began to enthusiastically set about making me happy. The rhythm he set up was far too slow for my current needs. I moaned and pressed closer to him, unable to speak. He got the message, smart cookie that he was, and sped things up a little.
My hips rose to meet his thrusts. By this time, we were both sweating, panting, and moaning uncontrollably. I knew I was close.
Then he thrust in that exact right way and sent me screaming over the edge.
He stopped my scream with a firm kiss as he himself came. I held the kiss. Thus, we were not given away by our screams of pleasure.
Afterwards, we lay together like that for quite a time, recovering. Breathing slowed, heart beats returned to normal.
He pushed elf elf up onto his elbows, still firmly embedded in me. Frankly I was wondering if I would have him any other way. He whispered two words to me before leaning in to kiss my neck. These two words caught my breath and sent me soaring past the Stairway to Heaven on the Elevator.
\"You\'re mine.\"
He smiled at me, I smiled back. I belonged to him, and he to me. We both knew it. He held my hips as he eased out of me, eliciting gasps from my lips. I missed him already.
We helped each other dress, now thankful we hadn\'t been caught.
Next time, we\'d be more careful.
As such, I was hard pressed to keep my mind on my lines.
I was concentrating so hard on my lines and on NOT noticing him that I did not, in fact, notice when he came right up to me. I said one of my lines, a boy\'s cue, and he said the boy\'s line, startling me. I looked up, turned slightly red and smiled shyly.
He smiled back, taking the script out of my hands. Startled as I was, I offered no resistance. Setting it aside, he was back and before I knew what was going on, he was all over me, his lips on mine, his hands on my back, his body pressed against me. I could feel how he wanted me.
This was what I had imagined for so long: his lips crushing mine, his tongue invading my mouth, his body pressed on top of mine. My arms snaked around his neck and his hands continued to run along my back.
Next thing I knew, we were on the ground.
He was on top of me, his hands sliding under my shirt, unhooking my bra, sliding around to the front, cupping my breasts, running his fingers along them. I moaned, which seemed to encourage him.
I returned the favor, sliding my hands up his shirt and playing with his nipples.
Shoes came off, somehow, shortly followed by pants and undergarments. It was the middle of a school day, with the danger of someone walking in on us, but somehow that served to make us crazier for each other.
He parted my legs, I slid them around him. He slowed now, wanting to make sure I was okay. He always was a sweetie.
Seeing that I was, in fact, fine, and wanted more, he began to enthusiastically set about making me happy. The rhythm he set up was far too slow for my current needs. I moaned and pressed closer to him, unable to speak. He got the message, smart cookie that he was, and sped things up a little.
My hips rose to meet his thrusts. By this time, we were both sweating, panting, and moaning uncontrollably. I knew I was close.
Then he thrust in that exact right way and sent me screaming over the edge.
He stopped my scream with a firm kiss as he himself came. I held the kiss. Thus, we were not given away by our screams of pleasure.
Afterwards, we lay together like that for quite a time, recovering. Breathing slowed, heart beats returned to normal.
He pushed elf elf up onto his elbows, still firmly embedded in me. Frankly I was wondering if I would have him any other way. He whispered two words to me before leaning in to kiss my neck. These two words caught my breath and sent me soaring past the Stairway to Heaven on the Elevator.
\"You\'re mine.\"
He smiled at me, I smiled back. I belonged to him, and he to me. We both knew it. He held my hips as he eased out of me, eliciting gasps from my lips. I missed him already.
We helped each other dress, now thankful we hadn\'t been caught.
Next time, we\'d be more careful.