High School Seniors [m/f] | 2016

Just a brief description of me before I start my story. I'm 5'5", 115 pounds, long dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. I'm a high school senior in a stiflingly homogeneous suburb. I get excellent grades, am the captain of my cross country team, and have a dirty little secret: I'm a slut. No one except my two best friends and the guys that I've fucked know. People would be shocked - hell, they wouldn't even believe it - if they found out.

I won't go into how my fuck buddy and I got started this summer (I was 17 at the time), but now that I'm of age I can finally start to share our current antics.

Our senior year started just last week. I hadn't heard from my fuck buddy (Let's call him C. C is a senior as well, and he's 5'11" with close cropped light brown hair, blue eyes, and a lean, muscled body. He has a rangy, almost cat-like way of walking. He's attractive and he knows it.) in over two weeks, until last night when he texted me to ask what I was doing during lunch the next day. "Nothing, why?" I responded, knowing perfectly well why he had asked. "My house?" C replied. Little jolts shot through my stomach and I couldn't keep from grinning. "Sounds good to me."

I thought our conversation was over, but a few minutes later I got one more text: "I want you to wear extra eye black so it runs down your face when I throat fuck you." The anticipation was killing me. I had to get myself off twice before I could even think about sleeping.

The first half of the next school day (today!) was just one big blur of excitement and barely concealed arousal. I wore a tight purple dress that emphasized my ass and tits, a thick leather belt that made my waist look tiny, short light gray boots, and a light jacket over it to pass my mother's inspection. When the bell rang for lunch I bolted to the bathroom to thicken my eyeliner, hands slightly shaking.

I walked to my parking spot to find C leaning against my car. "Eyeliner," I said as an explanation for my delay. C gave me a quick look up and down and nodded in approval. We slid into the car and I started it with a little difficulty (due to a combination of unsteady hands and ancient gears), then we pulled out of the parking lot and made the short drive to his house. Both his parents work during the day, so we knew that we wouldn't be interrupted.

We walked in the back door of his house and engaged in that awkward little shoe-removing ceremony. I shook my boots off, unclasped my belt, and took off the necklace I was wearing. C's house was a little cold. "I have a space heater in my room," C gestured up the stairs.

I took the lead, walking slowly up the stairs, extremely aware of his body just inches behind mine. I intentionally swayed my hips a bit more than usual, knowing how good my ass looks in this purple dress. C briefly ran his hand along the curve of my ass as we walked, and my breath caught in my throat.

I had never been in his room before, and it was exactly the teenaged mess I had been expecting. I didn't have much time to take in my surroundings before C turned me around and brought my lips up to his. C is tall - maybe 5'11 - so I was forced onto my tiptoes. I grabbed the back of his head to steady myself (and to deepen the kiss), and he wrapped one steady hand around my lower back. I could feel my dress's already short hem pulling, and soon I felt cold air on my ass as he slowly slid the fabric upwards.

I tugged on the edge of his shirt, and he got the hint and took it off in one swift motion. I barely had a minute to run my tongue over his lean, taught skin before he grabbed my chin again and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. By then my dress was hitched halfway up my stomach, and his hands were massaging my ass in slow, deep motions. He finally broke contact with me to slide my dress all the way off.

I was wearing a navy blue lace thong and a black lace push up bra, and I knew I looked good. He pushed me onto his unmade bed and climbed on top of me, positioning one of his legs between mine. forcing his leg to rub against my pussy. I instinctively began to rub against his leg, craving the friction, as he ground into me. As abruptly as he had pushed me down, he pulled me up so that I was sitting on the edge of his bed.

He knelt down on the floor and spread my legs, lifting my hips and hooking my legs over his shoulders in one practiced move. He gently kissed and licked the inside of my left thigh, then my right, moving closer and closer to the middle. Finally he made two light licks on the outside of my thong - the feel of his tongue through the lace of my panties was so infuriatingly light that I tried to push his head down harder, but he just laughed and did it again.

He unceremoniously flipped me over onto my stomach, my ass facing him. I got on all fours and arched my back, letting him enjoy the sight. I was rewarded with a sharp slap on my right cheek, and I couldn't help but let out a little whimper. I felt his tongue again, stronger this time, probe my pussy through the thin, thin fabric of my thong. He pulled the top of my thong higher up my ass, giving me a few more slaps, before roughly pulling it down and tossing it in a corner.

I gripped his wrinkled bedspread as he took one long, slow lick from the bottom of my pussy to the top. He began hungrily licking and sucking on my pussy, occasionally brushing my asshole with his tongue and fingers. I moaned as he slowly inserted one long finger into my asshole and started to pulse it in and out, licking and biting my ass and pussy the entire time. I thrust my ass backwards in rhythm with his finger, craving more.

Continued