Adventure in third period
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,937
Reviews:
4
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.
Adventure in third period
Jamiee wiggled in her seat.
And wiggled.
Why was it so hot? she wondered. Must be this sweater… She pulled the offending garment off, only to get it stuck on her head. Then came the wolf whistle. It was low enough that she was sure that no one but her heard it. She was lucky that she sat in the back row of Ms. Greenburgs’ third period Art class. Fuck, fuck, fuck she swore, now realizing she could feel a breeze across her mid-drift. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Red with embarrassment, she managed to get the sweater off and lower her shirt at the same time, only to see ‘bad-boy’ Johnny Taylor smirking at her. Jamiee only glared at him. Stupid slimy git. She turned her attention back to Ms. Greenburg, who was lecturing about Impressionism.
Jamiee never really didn’t want to be in this class, but it was the only credit she lacked, so she just had to buck up and stick to it.
Today, however, she really, really, really did not want to be here. Not because of the dullness, but because she had that ‘warm and fuzzy feeling’ in her belly. For some reason, today of all days, she was particularly randy. She wiggled yet again, wanting relief, unable to get it.
Unfortunately, Johnny happened to notice her antsy-ness. His smirk grew. “You ok, Jellybean?”
That nickname earned him another glare. “Fuck off, Johnny,” was the retort.
She didn’t think his smirk could get much bigger. “Only if you help me.”
“Name the place.”
“Here.”
“In the classroom?!” she said in a loud whisper. Luckily, the closest student (with the exception of Johnny) was four rows in front of her.
“Why not?”
“When?”
“Now.”
Jamiee didn’t reply, only stared at him. Then slowly, glancing at the teacher every now and then, she slid from her desk and crawled under the boy’s, resting her hands on his knees. He looked down at her, surprised. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She shrugged. “I’m horny, you’re obviously horny,” she brushed against the bulge in his pants lightly, causing him to emit a little moan, “so why shouldn’t I take matters into hand?” She brushed the ever-growing bulge again, a bit harder. “That is, if you can keep quiet…” she added slyly as she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, her small hands ‘accidentally’ rubbing him. “Oh, so you’re a ‘hang-loose’ kind of guy, eh?” she said as she pulled back his pants, revealing her ‘prize.’
Jamiee didn’t even hesitate as she slid her mouth over his length. Gods, he was big, but she could still take him. She felt him move his desk quietly, giving her room to bob. She relaxed her throat as his hands flew to her long hair, gripping the curly strands tightly.
He slowly started thrusting into her warm, wet heat, seeing how far back he could get his cock into her. A small groan escaped his lips as he hit the back of her throat, then slid into it… further… further… That’s when she applied suction.
He shuddered and Jamiee grinned. She had him just were she wanted him. She started to hum a little tune, the vibrations going straight to his balls.
Gods, she was so wet and turned on.
She started to bob faster, getting more turned on by every sound, every dirty word whispered breathlessly, every naughty suggestion that made it past Johnny’s lips.
Johnny whimpered, feeling his climax fast approaching. Fast and fast Jamiee’s mouth flew over his organ, until…
He hunched over, pushing his cock all the way into her warmth, her face flush with his pelvis, his cum shooting down her gullet. Jamiee shuddered as she came, her knickers now dripping.
Johnny jerked a bit as she swallowed, her throat tightening around the head of his cock. Only when she drained him dry did she remove she pull back. She gave him a sexy grin and moved back to her desk. He tucked his now flaccid dick back into his pants and pulled out his notebook, scribbling something quickly.
Jamiee winced as the pointed edge of the folded up note poked her arm. She took it quickly and opened it in her lap, as Ms. Greenburg (who had no clue about what had just transpired in the back of her classroom) was keen to know when a note was being passed.
The Bathroom, after class. Be there.
Jamiee snorted and tucked the note into her pocket, not showing Johnny any sign of a yes or no.
Well, she thought, this certainly is an interesting development…
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And wiggled.
Why was it so hot? she wondered. Must be this sweater… She pulled the offending garment off, only to get it stuck on her head. Then came the wolf whistle. It was low enough that she was sure that no one but her heard it. She was lucky that she sat in the back row of Ms. Greenburgs’ third period Art class. Fuck, fuck, fuck she swore, now realizing she could feel a breeze across her mid-drift. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Red with embarrassment, she managed to get the sweater off and lower her shirt at the same time, only to see ‘bad-boy’ Johnny Taylor smirking at her. Jamiee only glared at him. Stupid slimy git. She turned her attention back to Ms. Greenburg, who was lecturing about Impressionism.
Jamiee never really didn’t want to be in this class, but it was the only credit she lacked, so she just had to buck up and stick to it.
Today, however, she really, really, really did not want to be here. Not because of the dullness, but because she had that ‘warm and fuzzy feeling’ in her belly. For some reason, today of all days, she was particularly randy. She wiggled yet again, wanting relief, unable to get it.
Unfortunately, Johnny happened to notice her antsy-ness. His smirk grew. “You ok, Jellybean?”
That nickname earned him another glare. “Fuck off, Johnny,” was the retort.
She didn’t think his smirk could get much bigger. “Only if you help me.”
“Name the place.”
“Here.”
“In the classroom?!” she said in a loud whisper. Luckily, the closest student (with the exception of Johnny) was four rows in front of her.
“Why not?”
“When?”
“Now.”
Jamiee didn’t reply, only stared at him. Then slowly, glancing at the teacher every now and then, she slid from her desk and crawled under the boy’s, resting her hands on his knees. He looked down at her, surprised. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She shrugged. “I’m horny, you’re obviously horny,” she brushed against the bulge in his pants lightly, causing him to emit a little moan, “so why shouldn’t I take matters into hand?” She brushed the ever-growing bulge again, a bit harder. “That is, if you can keep quiet…” she added slyly as she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, her small hands ‘accidentally’ rubbing him. “Oh, so you’re a ‘hang-loose’ kind of guy, eh?” she said as she pulled back his pants, revealing her ‘prize.’
Jamiee didn’t even hesitate as she slid her mouth over his length. Gods, he was big, but she could still take him. She felt him move his desk quietly, giving her room to bob. She relaxed her throat as his hands flew to her long hair, gripping the curly strands tightly.
He slowly started thrusting into her warm, wet heat, seeing how far back he could get his cock into her. A small groan escaped his lips as he hit the back of her throat, then slid into it… further… further… That’s when she applied suction.
He shuddered and Jamiee grinned. She had him just were she wanted him. She started to hum a little tune, the vibrations going straight to his balls.
Gods, she was so wet and turned on.
She started to bob faster, getting more turned on by every sound, every dirty word whispered breathlessly, every naughty suggestion that made it past Johnny’s lips.
Johnny whimpered, feeling his climax fast approaching. Fast and fast Jamiee’s mouth flew over his organ, until…
He hunched over, pushing his cock all the way into her warmth, her face flush with his pelvis, his cum shooting down her gullet. Jamiee shuddered as she came, her knickers now dripping.
Johnny jerked a bit as she swallowed, her throat tightening around the head of his cock. Only when she drained him dry did she remove she pull back. She gave him a sexy grin and moved back to her desk. He tucked his now flaccid dick back into his pants and pulled out his notebook, scribbling something quickly.
Jamiee winced as the pointed edge of the folded up note poked her arm. She took it quickly and opened it in her lap, as Ms. Greenburg (who had no clue about what had just transpired in the back of her classroom) was keen to know when a note was being passed.
The Bathroom, after class. Be there.
Jamiee snorted and tucked the note into her pocket, not showing Johnny any sign of a yes or no.
Well, she thought, this certainly is an interesting development…
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