Ode to a Fantasy
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,247
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Ode to a Fantasy
Authors note: a friends most secret fantasy. Lol…this is for YOU.
Ode to a Fantasy
The clicking of her heels resounded loudly in the deserted halls as Janelle made her way back from the nurse’s office. The trip had proven itself quite pointless, despite its perks of allowing the young woman out of Ms. Marron’s boring lecture on Hemmingway’s escapades in Spain. There was nothing the nurse, Mrs. Videl, could do about her morning sickness anyway. The stupid pills had been bothering her stomach for 2 months already and the only advice the nurse could give Janelle was to eat some food before taking the pills.
The young woman rolled her eyes as she recalled her embarrassing flee from the classroom.
“So glad I decided to wear this cute skirt today,” quipped the girl quietly to herself in the empty hall, ‘it sure looked awesome as I puked up this mornings breakfast.”
Just then Janelle heard a second pair of footsteps padding softly toward her down the long hall. Looking up from her new shoes, Janelle felt her heart race.
It was him.
Suddenly very thankful for her choice of apparel, a revealing mini skirt and new, provocative heels, Janelle held her head high as she neared her crush, Brandon.
He was looking good today, the young woman mentally noted to herself. He was wearing a form fitting white T-shirt that clung to his muscled physique perfectly. His tan, thickly muscled arms contrasted nicely with the whiteness of the fabric, and rippled with his every flex. The jeans he wore hung lowly on his narrow hips as he ambled unhurriedly through the quiet hall.
Janelle absently licked her lips as her eyes roamed over his handsome features. His piercing blue eyes stood out in stark contrast from the dark, disheveled hair that hung enticingly over his brow.
As his eyes met hers, Janelle quickly looked away before glancing back up from lowered lashes. They were so close to each other now. Just a few more feet and he would be right beside her.
As they passed, mere inches from each other, both able to feel the heat radiating off the other, the young man paused, turning to watch as Janelle continued slowly down the hall.
He smirked; a knowing grin uncurling on his face as the young woman paused. He watched as she turned her head slightly, her eyes searching his out from behind her fallen hair.
It took all she had to suppress her look of surprise as he eyed her hungrily. There he stood, an unreadable look darkening his gaze as a smirk played across his lips. Without warning, Brandon closed the distance between them with two long strides.
Startled, Janelle parted her lips, a question on her tongue, as Brandon wrapped his large arms around her waist, locking her in place. His steely blue eyes locked gazes with hers and she blushed.
His eyebrow arched in a cocky way as another smirk played across his lips.
Damn he was sexy.
Janelle looked up into his 6’4 frame, marveling over how different they were. She barely reached his chest. He was so lean and fit, she so delicate and feminine.
All thoughts ceased when his lips descended on hers in a possessive kiss that caused her hands to fist in the material of his white shirt.
Crushing his mouth to hers, Brandon forcibly parted her hesitant lips, delving his tongue inside for a better taste. Before she even knew what was happening, Brandon had swept her off her feet and pushed her roughly back into the lockers.
The old iron clanked noisily in the quiet hallway and Janelle wrapped her legs around the young man’s hips. Clasping her arms around his thick neck and fisting her hand in the hair at the base of his nape, Janelle returned the kiss with equal fervor.
Muffled sounds of rustling cloths and creaking iron mingled together as tongues clashed in a battle for dominance. Thrusting her hips against Brandon’s rock hard erection, Janelle gasped as her soon to be lover fluidly unclasped the top button to his jeans. Lowering his zipper, Brandon pulled free his massive erection from his boxers, his jeans falling reluctantly around his knees.
Again Janelle thanked her lucky stars that she had also forgone panties. Already her thighs were slick with her arousal, the wetness sliding down her legs. Upon realization, Brandon gave a particularly rakish grin, pulling far enough away for his hands to slip underneath her skirt and then farther up to her welcoming, slick heat.
Janelle let her head fall back just as the bell ending first period rang throughout the hallway. Snapping her head forward in alarm Janelle looked anxiously to Brandon, who seemed disinclined to let her out of his steely grip.
His eyes locked with hers, Janelle’s alarm was short lived as Brandon’s hand, still nestled underneath her indecent skirt, went to work on her enflamed clit. Dropping her head back against the lockers once again the young woman clamped her teeth over her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Displeased with her unwillingness to voice her pleasure Brandon removed his hand, immediately eliciting a gasp of protest from Janelle, who had begun to thrust her hips against his skilled fingers. Leaning forward, Brandon whispered in her ear as he slid roughly inside her, “Don’t you dare deny me your pleasure.”
The huskiness of his voice combined with his forceful thrusts caused Janelle to cry out in pleasure as the doors to the classes opened for passing period. As the students poured out of the classes, everything became a blur. In her mind it was just the two of them. The growing mass of eyes that stopped to gawk meant nothing to her.
All that mattered was him.
As he pulsated inside her, Janelle looked directly into Brandon’s eyes, seeing only him. Everyone else seemed to disappear as he undulated erotically against her, striking repeatedly at the spot that made her moan like a whore.
All around them people stared, some open mouthed and aghast at what was going on in their hallways, other in open curiosity and still others in transparent delight.
Quickly a half circle formed around the lovers, cheering and applauding whenever Brandon made Janelle cry out.
The two seemed oblivious.
Brandon held his lover in a possessive embrace as his hips smacked loudly against Janelle’s welcoming heat. As he descended again to claim another kiss, a nearby teacher, thinking a fight was in place, ran down the halls to investigate, only to stop short as he made his way to the front of the ring. There he stayed for a good minute, slack jawed, as he watched Brandon pinning Janelle to the locker, completely and obviously disinterested in the scene they were causing- not to mention the school rules they were violating.
As a few more teachers made their way through the crowd, shoeing away onlookers, the students gave way, reluctantly walking away from the intriguing scene before them. It took three teachers to pry Brandon from Janelle- the strong, able man proving his strength when he refused to let go of his lover. Janelle clung to him with equal fervor, refusing to go down without a fight.
Just as the two were pried apart, Brandon pulled her roughly to him, gifting her with a kiss that spoke of future promises. Janelle returned the kiss with just as much passion before she was pulled away. Two of the nearby students dragged her protesting form down the hall and out of site.
No sooner did her cries of protest fade when violent threats sounded from a rather pissed Brandon. It took five of the ablest staff to lead the reluctant man from the scene of the ‘crime’ and to the principal’s office.
With nothing left to gawk at, the lingering students hurried to their next classes, eager to share what they had just witnessed with others.
Jarly- haha. How’s that for you Janelle? Lol. Not exact probably but eh, I tried! :D
Ode to a Fantasy
The clicking of her heels resounded loudly in the deserted halls as Janelle made her way back from the nurse’s office. The trip had proven itself quite pointless, despite its perks of allowing the young woman out of Ms. Marron’s boring lecture on Hemmingway’s escapades in Spain. There was nothing the nurse, Mrs. Videl, could do about her morning sickness anyway. The stupid pills had been bothering her stomach for 2 months already and the only advice the nurse could give Janelle was to eat some food before taking the pills.
The young woman rolled her eyes as she recalled her embarrassing flee from the classroom.
“So glad I decided to wear this cute skirt today,” quipped the girl quietly to herself in the empty hall, ‘it sure looked awesome as I puked up this mornings breakfast.”
Just then Janelle heard a second pair of footsteps padding softly toward her down the long hall. Looking up from her new shoes, Janelle felt her heart race.
It was him.
Suddenly very thankful for her choice of apparel, a revealing mini skirt and new, provocative heels, Janelle held her head high as she neared her crush, Brandon.
He was looking good today, the young woman mentally noted to herself. He was wearing a form fitting white T-shirt that clung to his muscled physique perfectly. His tan, thickly muscled arms contrasted nicely with the whiteness of the fabric, and rippled with his every flex. The jeans he wore hung lowly on his narrow hips as he ambled unhurriedly through the quiet hall.
Janelle absently licked her lips as her eyes roamed over his handsome features. His piercing blue eyes stood out in stark contrast from the dark, disheveled hair that hung enticingly over his brow.
As his eyes met hers, Janelle quickly looked away before glancing back up from lowered lashes. They were so close to each other now. Just a few more feet and he would be right beside her.
As they passed, mere inches from each other, both able to feel the heat radiating off the other, the young man paused, turning to watch as Janelle continued slowly down the hall.
He smirked; a knowing grin uncurling on his face as the young woman paused. He watched as she turned her head slightly, her eyes searching his out from behind her fallen hair.
It took all she had to suppress her look of surprise as he eyed her hungrily. There he stood, an unreadable look darkening his gaze as a smirk played across his lips. Without warning, Brandon closed the distance between them with two long strides.
Startled, Janelle parted her lips, a question on her tongue, as Brandon wrapped his large arms around her waist, locking her in place. His steely blue eyes locked gazes with hers and she blushed.
His eyebrow arched in a cocky way as another smirk played across his lips.
Damn he was sexy.
Janelle looked up into his 6’4 frame, marveling over how different they were. She barely reached his chest. He was so lean and fit, she so delicate and feminine.
All thoughts ceased when his lips descended on hers in a possessive kiss that caused her hands to fist in the material of his white shirt.
Crushing his mouth to hers, Brandon forcibly parted her hesitant lips, delving his tongue inside for a better taste. Before she even knew what was happening, Brandon had swept her off her feet and pushed her roughly back into the lockers.
The old iron clanked noisily in the quiet hallway and Janelle wrapped her legs around the young man’s hips. Clasping her arms around his thick neck and fisting her hand in the hair at the base of his nape, Janelle returned the kiss with equal fervor.
Muffled sounds of rustling cloths and creaking iron mingled together as tongues clashed in a battle for dominance. Thrusting her hips against Brandon’s rock hard erection, Janelle gasped as her soon to be lover fluidly unclasped the top button to his jeans. Lowering his zipper, Brandon pulled free his massive erection from his boxers, his jeans falling reluctantly around his knees.
Again Janelle thanked her lucky stars that she had also forgone panties. Already her thighs were slick with her arousal, the wetness sliding down her legs. Upon realization, Brandon gave a particularly rakish grin, pulling far enough away for his hands to slip underneath her skirt and then farther up to her welcoming, slick heat.
Janelle let her head fall back just as the bell ending first period rang throughout the hallway. Snapping her head forward in alarm Janelle looked anxiously to Brandon, who seemed disinclined to let her out of his steely grip.
His eyes locked with hers, Janelle’s alarm was short lived as Brandon’s hand, still nestled underneath her indecent skirt, went to work on her enflamed clit. Dropping her head back against the lockers once again the young woman clamped her teeth over her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Displeased with her unwillingness to voice her pleasure Brandon removed his hand, immediately eliciting a gasp of protest from Janelle, who had begun to thrust her hips against his skilled fingers. Leaning forward, Brandon whispered in her ear as he slid roughly inside her, “Don’t you dare deny me your pleasure.”
The huskiness of his voice combined with his forceful thrusts caused Janelle to cry out in pleasure as the doors to the classes opened for passing period. As the students poured out of the classes, everything became a blur. In her mind it was just the two of them. The growing mass of eyes that stopped to gawk meant nothing to her.
All that mattered was him.
As he pulsated inside her, Janelle looked directly into Brandon’s eyes, seeing only him. Everyone else seemed to disappear as he undulated erotically against her, striking repeatedly at the spot that made her moan like a whore.
All around them people stared, some open mouthed and aghast at what was going on in their hallways, other in open curiosity and still others in transparent delight.
Quickly a half circle formed around the lovers, cheering and applauding whenever Brandon made Janelle cry out.
The two seemed oblivious.
Brandon held his lover in a possessive embrace as his hips smacked loudly against Janelle’s welcoming heat. As he descended again to claim another kiss, a nearby teacher, thinking a fight was in place, ran down the halls to investigate, only to stop short as he made his way to the front of the ring. There he stayed for a good minute, slack jawed, as he watched Brandon pinning Janelle to the locker, completely and obviously disinterested in the scene they were causing- not to mention the school rules they were violating.
As a few more teachers made their way through the crowd, shoeing away onlookers, the students gave way, reluctantly walking away from the intriguing scene before them. It took three teachers to pry Brandon from Janelle- the strong, able man proving his strength when he refused to let go of his lover. Janelle clung to him with equal fervor, refusing to go down without a fight.
Just as the two were pried apart, Brandon pulled her roughly to him, gifting her with a kiss that spoke of future promises. Janelle returned the kiss with just as much passion before she was pulled away. Two of the nearby students dragged her protesting form down the hall and out of site.
No sooner did her cries of protest fade when violent threats sounded from a rather pissed Brandon. It took five of the ablest staff to lead the reluctant man from the scene of the ‘crime’ and to the principal’s office.
With nothing left to gawk at, the lingering students hurried to their next classes, eager to share what they had just witnessed with others.
Jarly- haha. How’s that for you Janelle? Lol. Not exact probably but eh, I tried! :D