Where it happened: My house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I go by the name Hal, or by my initials, H. D. That will become apparent later in the story.
My junior year in high school, I took an advanced biology course. The class was mostly seniors, but I got along pretty well (ended up with a B+,). At the end of the year, the students were supposed to split up into groups of two to study for the final exam, and in retrospect this story probably saved my grade).
We were allowed to choose our partners, which made me a bit nervous, because I knew hardly any of the seniors and didn’t like any of the juniors in the class. But as I sat there wondering what to do, this senior girl in the class, named Heather, comes up to me and askes if I wasnt to work with her.
Now, Heather was pretty, but had the reputation of being a bitch who studied all the time, so she rarely went out with anyone. I decided, however, that if I could have my choice of partners, I might as well have a hot girl who studied a lot. So I said yes.
She asked me, “We should meet to discuss what we’re going to do our project on.”
I suggested her house (I tenedd not to invite people over to my house, because my parents were going through a messy divorce, and it was making my brother crazy, so my house was really no place to bring friends, or to study. But she said her house was being painted, so it would be no better. I promised to get my family out of the house the upcoming saturday.
I succeeded beyond my wildest expectations. My dad was going out with a few friends, and my mom, who has been having an affair which precipitated the divorce, was seeing the man (a creep, she’s since ditched him). That left my brother, nine years old and a bundle of nerves. Luckily, one of his friends was having a birthday party that day, so I took the liberty of inviting him. I bought a present and bundled him off, leaving the house perfectly clear for a study session.
Heather arrived about an hour after I got back. She was dressed in an outfit I’d never seen her in before. Tight bluejeans and a white blouse that bared more midriff than it covered anywhere else. She also had lots of makeup on, and bright red lipstick. I said, ‘You didn’t need to get dressed up for me.” She just smiled.
We got to work.
But then the proverbial lightning struck. We spead out our work in the living room, which was pretty big. I got up at one point and brought us some drinks (soda, as I didn’t find my dad’s liquor cabinet until three months later, which is another story). When I got back, she was on her hands and knees, bending ove some paper or other. I hadn’t been paying attention, so I didn’t know what it was. I set the drinks down and knelt next to her. I saw that the back of her jeans was sticking way out, giving me a great look at her panties. So before I asked her what was going on, I took a peek. She must have noticed me, because she arched her back to make it easier to look. Whjat I saw made me start. On her panties, right over her ass, sha had written in black pen, “H.D.” The pen was even worn a little, so I could tell she’d done it a while ago. I asked her, “Heather, why is my name written on your panties?”
She got up and said, in the most straightforward way, “I was hoping you’d see that, because I really want to fuck you.”
“Me? Why?”
“I just do. Why else would I have wanted to study with someone like you, who’d get a D if he was studying on his own?”
I just shrugged. She continued. “Well? Do you want me?” Her breasts bobbed quite invitingly out of the top of her blouse. I nodded yes, trying to fathom what had just happened. She stood up and took off her jeans. “I’m a superstitious person,” she said, “so I also wrote your first name over my vagina.” (It always bugged me how she’d use the medical name for everything).
I got up and said, ‘Well, the floor isn’t very comfortable, is it?” I took her to my room. When we got there, we both took off our shirts and I slid off my pants, revealing a boner (erection, she said) that could have made me a porn star. We just stood there for a moment, then she said, “What are you waiting for? Take off my bra.” (She was a bitch, remembe? and never quite lost that). Her bra felt like armor-plate and had a flower-print design on it. I had a friend who went around snapping bras, so I knew something about taking one off. I got it on the first try, and then started to caress the soft flesh, then coming closer and kissing her nipples. She let out a groan and pressed my left hand to her crotch. I turned us around so that she was facing the bed, and laid her down onto it. When I backed awy to find a palce to join he, she pulled her panties down and threw them at me. I let them drop. She was lying there on her back and started masturbating. I droped my boxers and watched for a moment, then something came over me and I rolled her over, got on top of her, and stuck my dick into her ass. It was really a nice feeling, tight and warm. She was sweating a bit by then, so her back wasn’t sticky, so I slid up and down her a few times, then pulled out. I turned her over and lay on top of her, kissing her while my hands played with her pussy. She groaned again and arched her back. A jet of some kind of fluid got all over my hand. Until that time, I had had no idea what women did when they came. She started muttering something, of which I only caught the word “Clitoris.” I said, ‘Screw you and your medical vocab.” Then I stuck my dick into her and she didn’t say anything for the next twenty minutes. I can’t remember how many times KI cane, but I do know that I kept her in almost continual ecstasy for a good fifteen minutes.
I was proud of myself for the job well done, as that was my first time. We met after schoool–and sometimes in school–almost every day after for some studying followed by some sex. She was really good at times, but tended to go into noncommunicateive stretches of ecstasy. As I said, I got a B+. She got an A+. She’s at Harvard right now, probably with a 4.0 GPA and no boyfriend. I haven’t spoken to her in a while. Our relationship was based on nothing but studying and sex, and it just didn’t take distance well.
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