You drive to school on Monday morning feeling high on life. In less than a month Stephanie has gone from that girl you thought might like you to your girlfriend who took you home to see her Mom.
You really can't complain about your life. The only problem, if you can call it that, is that Stephanie is acting like you're going to get married soon. She's great and all, but you always thought you would spend more time sowing your wild oats, particularly once you became a star quarterback. After all, how many quarterbacks don't fuck half the pretty seniors at school?
On the other hand Stephanie's been willing to fuck you bareback just about every time you meet up. In your book that's a great way to hang on to a boyfriend. Between classes you send texts back and forth with her, trying to find a good spot to meet up. Most places are just too public, it's sure that someone would walk in and you were hoping for another helping.
During the morning you sit through your classes, talk with friends and with students in the halls who just want to say "Good game". Winning games always inflates your rep. You didn't even know half of them last year. All the girls smile at you, some even adjust their bra straps or just happen to bend down to tie their shoes, either letting you get a look down their shirt or presenting a fine view of their ass.
Just before lunch Stephanie sends you another text suggesting that you could get together in the fire escape stairwell at the far end of the science wing. Just about a perfect spot, the stairwell locks from the inside - once you're in the stairwell the only way out is to go outside. Just outside the exit is the school's dumpster and the vents from the cafeteria kitchen. In summer it reeks, so almost nobody uses those stairs.
You agree quickly and start excusing yourself from the conversation. If Stephanie is suggesting such a secluded spot she must want you to press her up against the wall and take her. You're walking towards the science wing when you hear a feminine voice call out "!"
You turn and see a small but athletic girl striding your way. It's Rachel, a hot number who was on the cheerleading squad last year. In fact, if you recall correctly Stephanie is the one who replaced her. Last time you saw her Rachel had long black hair, now she's dyed it a bright blonde. It goes well with her eyes, just like that skintight white top and black bra go well with her big, firm C cup breasts.
Rachel knows how to dress and how to smile in just the right way to drive all the boys wild. You know she used to date Darren, the previous quarterback. It's possible the rumors of things they did at away games might have lead to her getting cut from the squad.
Rachel steps up to you and says "I just thought I should tell you that last game was a really great show." She's so close she has to crane her neck to look up at you. At just 5'2" she's dwarfed by you. Your hands could probably touch if you put them around her waist, and from the way she's touching your arm that might be what she's after.
The other girls you saw would probably go out with you if you asked, but Rachel has always had a certain wildness to her. You can feel warmth and energy from her hand as she slides it slowly along your arm. "Wow," she says "your muscles are even bigger than last time I saw you."
She licks her lips and, in a quieter tone adds "I would love to get a better look, Mr. ". Then she slides her hand back along your arm and turns slowly. Her head is turned so her light blue eyes can keep watching you. She doesn't walk away - she struts away. Encased in tight jeans her toned ass is hypnotic, like the hood of a cobra.
Then, to your surprise, you see her open one of the science classrooms and step inside. The two science teachers always have some slow reaction going at the back so they always lock their rooms. |