High School Seniors: Hump Day [m/f] | 2016

You may remember C and me from my story last week. I describe the two of us there in more detail, but if you’re lazy just remember that we’re both high school seniors. I’m a 115 pound, 5’5” dirty blonde with hazel eyes, and C’s a tall, toned, blue-eyed guy with short light brown hair.

This story starts on Monday night when I got a text from C: “What are you doing during lunch on Wednesday?” I waited six minutes and then replied “Nothing that I know of.” A minute later my phone buzzed with the message I knew was coming: “Wanna come over?” I couldn’t stop myself from sending back a swift affirmative. After exchanging several increasingly filthy texts about our plans with each other, I went to bed with a smile on my face and a small damp patch on my panties.

Fast forward a day and a half: Wednesday morning (today!). I had carefully shaved and moisturized the night before, so I woke feeling incredibly soft and smooth. I put on the clothes I had laid out: a pale yellow blouse, a simple gray skirt that ended a few inches above my knees, and a heather gray cardigan. Underneath I wore a tiny nude colored thong and an orange pushup bra with a little bow in the center. Thinking about the day ahead was enough to cover my skin in goosebumps.

I sat through the first three periods of the day in a state of extreme anticipation. Every time I looked up at the clock it appeared to have gone backwards. The lunch bell had never sounded so beautiful. Melodious, even. My hands were shaking a little, so I had to punch my student ID into the checkout pad twice before it registered my name. I glanced behind me and saw C waiting in the checkout line. I quickly averted my eyes and pushed through the front doors, eager to escape the suddenly claustrophobic main lobby.

I allowed myself a few slow, calming breaths once I reached my car, but my heart rate escalated the moment I heard C walking behind me. I unlocked my car and we got in without exchanging a single word. We drove to his house to the sound of radio commercials – I was too preoccupied to switch to a better station.

I felt a little more comfortable once I was inside C’s house. I deposited my backpack on a living room chair and removed my shoes, belt, and hair clip. I walked up the stairs to his room and pushed open the door. He was still doing something downstairs, so I spent the time studying the posters on his wall. I heard a noise in the doorway and turned around to see C leaning against the doorframe. “You like vintage cars,” I observed lamely. He laughed and we stepped towards each other. The second our lips connected all the manic energy left my body.

He kissed me softly, almost tenderly, without tongue. He caressed my lower back through my shirt and I leaned my head back a little, forcing him to bend farther over me. We deepened the kiss, his tongue just barely brushing my lips. I opened my mouth and melted into him, allowing his tongue to explore further. It was like a switch flipped in his head – he plunged it deep into my mouth and grabbed my ass through my skirt, bending me back with the force of his grip. I held onto the back of his head with both hands, trying to grip his short brown hair and pull him even closer to me.

C took one hand off my ass and started unbuttoning his shirt, and I quickly joined in, revealing his thin, close-fitting undershirt. I ran my hands over the outline of his chest and abs through the cotton, then pulled it over his head. He grabbed my hair with his free hand and pulled me in for another kiss, his other hand yanking my skirt above my waist. He let me go briefly to allow me to take my shirt off, grinning as I pulled my tits higher in my bra. He then unzipped my skirt in the back and slid it off, leaving me in only my tiny nude thong and bra. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit his lip, and he responded by heaving me off my feet and lifting me a bit above face level. I wrapped my legs around waist and he gripped me by the ass.

Our lips stayed locked in a deep kiss as C walked us over to the bed and slowly lowered me onto it, his whole body pressing mine down into the mattress. He pulled down one side of my bra and sucked my nipple into his mouth, hungrily sucking and biting it while his right hand roughly kneaded my other tit and his left hand rubbed between my legs. He then focused his attention onto my other nipple and brought both hands up to squeeze and push together my tits. He pushed his left leg firmly between mine so that I was forced to spread them. He slowly raised himself off of my body, leaving my tits hanging partially out of my bra.

C knelt between my spread legs and slowly licked up each thigh just like last time, but then he surprised me with a few sharp bites. When he reached my obviously soaked thong, he didn’t even lick it. He just breathed over the fabric, and the heat from his breath was enough to send a few tiny jolts of electricity through my legs. He pulled the thin fabric up my stomach so that it exposed the outer edges of my pussy, and he leaned in and gently licked the swollen skin. He pulled my thong up even further so that it hardly even concealed my pussy from him, and he gave the newly exposed skin a few more licks.

C finally removed my thong and tossed it carelessly in the corner of his room. He stood up and took a few steps back from the bed, and I quickly got on my knees in front of him and started to take off his belt. As I was struggling with the loops, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into the coarse fabric of his jeans. I could feel the heat and obvious outline of his erection through the denim. I finally managed to unfasten his belt and fly, so I eagerly pulled down his jeans.

Continued