“So, here is your schedule. And this is your locker combination.” The secretary hands me a tiny scrap of paper with several numbers printed on it. Why do they always give it to you on the smallest piece of paper possible? It’s as if they want you to lose it and have to look like an idiot asking for a new one.
“Be sure and stop in and let me know how your first day went! And welcome to Lakeview!” She means well, but right, I’ll be sure to cozy up with the staff in the office.
“Okay!” I hold up my papers with a smile signaling that I’m all set. “Thanks!”
I turn and scoot out of the office before she can say anything more and set about navigating the halls looking for my first class that is apparently in room 118. Wherever the hell that is.
Before I know it, the halls are empty and I’m still roaming around trying to find it. Which of course means I’ll get to enter the room late, after everyone is seated. You know, that fantastic moment when you walk in late and everyone turns to look at you when you open the door? Can’t wait.
“Where the fuck is 118?” I groan out loud with an exasperated sigh.
“I love it when a pretty girl says fuck…very sexy. Turns me on every time.” A voice says behind me.
I turn with surprise to face him. “I thought I was alone…sorry.”
Jesus, they didn’t make ‘em like this back home. He stands before me, a little smile gracing his lips as though we share a secret. He has the most beautiful lips I have ever seen, and I have to stop myself from reaching out to run my fingertips against his neck…it looks so incredibly soft and I want to touch it badly.
His eyes are soft and the color of caramel…they shine in the otherwise dim hallway of the school. His hair is swept up, held in place with some sort of product. I would hate this on any other guy, I hate when they spend too much time on themselves, but on him? On him it looks easy and casual. Perfect.
He wears a red plaid button up, untucked…sleeves pushed up over his elbows. And faded dark denim jeans, a frayed hole rests just above his knee. Pristine white and red high-tops adorn his feet, laced loosely.
I realize with a start that I’ve been staring at him, my eyes traveling up and down him, taking him in slowly. And here’s what gets me…he just stands there with complete confidence and lets me. He doesn’t try to speak or make conversation at all, he just allows me to drink him in for as long as I want.
Of course, now that I have caught myself doing it, I immediately stop with embarrassment and smile up at him. “Hey, I can’t find 118, which is amazing since it’s my first day and now I’ll get to walk in alone. Can you point me in the right direction?”
“I can do better than that,” he takes the books and papers from my arms without a word. “I’m in 118 this period too.” He drops his voice to a whisper, “But I’m still gonna make you walk in by yourself.”
I smile and adjust my bag, “Oh yeah?” I’m not worried, I somehow know he won’t.
“Yeah…unless you can do me a favor. Do you think you can do me a favor?” The way he speaks makes my stomach flutter.
“Well, I don’t know…what did you have in mind?”
He slips his hand around my waist and guides me back against the wall of lockers. He brings his lips close to mine and I realize I’m breathing heavily, desire pours from me. I have never wanted anything or anyone so desperately…and I don’t even know his name.
I am expecting him to kiss me and my eyes drift closed, waiting for him. His mouth still so close to my own that I can almost taste the mint from the gum that must be in his mouth, but instead of kissing me he whispers his request, “Say fuck one more time for me.”
The word slips past my lips without hesitation…
A slow smile appears on his lips, “Very nice. See? What did I tell you? Every time.” His voice is quiet, and I am expecting more…hoping for more. But he steps away from me and nods his head in the direction we need to go in, “Come on.”
I follow behind him, breathless and flushed and watch him from behind. The way he walks, I find, is also unimaginably sexy. He almost glides over the tile, smooth and elegant.
When we reach room 118 he turns to me, his hand on the door knob. “Would you let me drive you home?”
I nod, “Absolutely.”
He swings the door open and steps into the room.
“Justin, how wonderful of you to grace us with your presence today! Thank you!” a voice says from inside, obviously the teacher.
His name is Justin…it fits him perfectly.
“Mrs. Whitman!” he exclaims with easy excitement as I step in behind him, “How’s my girl this morning?”
She smiles back and actually blushes a bit…damn, who IS this guy?
She doesn’t answer him, and instead smiles at me. “You must be…” she hesitates and looks down at a paper resting on her desk, “Dihina! Our newest addition!”
But once again, my name has been butchered and I have to correct her pronunciation. “It’s actually Dahnia…like da-knee-ah.” I say kindly.
“Oh I’m sorry Dahnia!” she apologizes, getting it right this time.
“It’s fine…” I assure her, “Happens all the time.”
My eyes wander to Justin and find him studying me with the very same sexy smile that he had flashed me when we were alone in the hall…he looks at me as though we’re alone and not standing in front of 25 other students.
“Lets put you over there,” she points to an empty desk a few rows back.
Justin follows me to my new seat and places the things I had forgotten he was holding down gently on my desk and then leans in close to my ear, again…behaving like it’s only he and I in the room, and says quietly, “I’ll wait for you out front later…I’ll find you.”
I spend the rest of the day introducing myself, trying to remember names and watching for him, but, to my disappointment, it turns out we don’t share any other classes.
When the last bell rings, I make my way out front to wait for him, but he is already there. Smiling at me from a beautiful black Lexus that is pulled up to the curb.
A Lexus? Like I said, who IS this guy?
He starts to get out, assumingly to open the door for me, but I shake my head at him and climb in before he has a chance.
“How was your first day Miss Dahnia?” he asks as he pulls away.
“Exhausting…I hate being the new girl.” I answer honestly.
“Well, just so you know…you were the topic of conversation today with most of my friends.” He slides his eyes over to me and there’s that smile again.
“Oh yeah?” I doubt this.
“Yeah…you’ve made quite an impression on them. But don’t worry, I made it clear that you’re mine.”
I laugh, “I’m yours? Who says?”
“I say.” He answers in a matter of fact way.
“I’m not yours.” I argue, but I’m not angry.
“Yes you are.” He corrects me calmly.
I ignore this, give him directions to my house and we ride the rest of the way in an easy silence that isn’t uncomfortable in the least.
When we pull into my driveway he puts it in park and turns to look at me. “Are your parents home?”
“No. Not for hours.” I tell him.
“Can I come in?” He pulls the keys from the ignition and slips them into his pocket. He already knows what I will say, and he’s right.
“Sure…”
I pull my own set of keys from my bag and unlock the door, “Ignore the mess, we’re still unpacking.”
He nods. “Show me your room.”
I lead the way down the hall. He steps around the dozens of boxes that still litter my bedroom floor and sits down on my bed.
“Come here.” He orders gently, patting the place beside him.
I settle in next to him, my heart pounding with anticipation.
“So here’s the thing about me Dahnia…I say exactly what I want. And I usually get it.”
I nod.
“And what I want is you…You are incredibly sexy and I could do things to you that you can’t even imagine. I’d like to fuck you…I’d like to make you cum.”
“Wow, you really do say exactly what you’re thinking don’t you.” I’m shocked, but certainly not in a bad way.
He smiles in response.
“Well, here’s the thing about me Justin…I say exactly what I want too. And what I want is you…so I think this works out just fine. Don’t you?”
I climb into his lap, straddling his waist. I have never been this bold, but he has done something to me and I want him badly.
He pulls me into a kiss, his lips and tongue move against my own with gentle skill. He slips his hands under my shirt, trailing his fingertips along my spine, causing me to moan under his touch. My sighs of pleasure slip into his mouth as he kisses me.
I raise my arms and he lifts my shirt over them, tossing it aside as he dips his head to tease my nipples with his perfect teeth through the satin that covers them. I want to feel his mouth against them, I long to feel him draw them past his lips to suck, so I quickly unclasp my bra. He moves away just long enough for me to slip it off.
My head falls back with delight as he takes my right nipple into his mouth, he spirals the tip of his tongue against it, holding it firmly between his teeth. He indulges it for a bit and then moves on to my left, giving them each equal attention.
I can feel his cock stiffening beneath me and I begin to rock back and forth against it. Grinding down onto it with a gentle rhythm that causes him to groan and pump his hips to meet me.
He lifts his lips away from my breasts and wraps his hand around my throat tenderly, drawing me into another kiss, hungrier this time, as we rock against each other.
He lays back onto my bed, but holds me at arm’s length to watch me, his hand still wrapped around my neck.
His new position allows him to pump against me harder, and he does. Making me moan louder and breath harder. I open my eyes to find him watching me closely, his shiny pink tongue resting delicately at the corner of his mouth. The sight of it makes me weak with lust, my clit swells and aches as my need for him flows freely from my pussy.
“Fuck me Justin!” I beg in a voice choked with lust.
He pushes me off and rolls on top of me, sliding his body down to unbutton my jeans. He pulls them off and then drags my panties down slowly, still watching me intently…already fucking me with his eyes.
“Oh god!” The words burst from me with a purr of content as his beautiful face disappears between my thighs. He starts slowly, sliding his tongue along my lips and folds softly as he purposely ignores my clit. He places gentle kisses and sweeps of his mouth against every inch of me except the place that bursts with fierce longing for him.
He raises his eyes to meet mine, and with his mouth still pressed to my flesh he murmurs, “You taste like fucking raspberries.”
His breath is falls hot upon me and I moan with frustration and pleasure. He seems to know that I am becoming increasingly desperate. He lifts his mouth away from me, and licks the taste of me from his lips, “Here?” he teases my clit with the pad of his finger, barely grazing it.
“Yes!” I breath, “Yes…there. Please!”
He darts his tongue out and circles my swollen clit at a terribly leisurely pace, “Like this?” He is obviously enjoying himself.
“No! Faster, harder…suck it! Make me cum Justin.” He has me in such a frenzy that I’m begging like a whore and loving every second of it. Most of the guys I had been with were inexperienced and fumbled their way through it. But not Justin, he knows exactly what he’s doing and does it very, very well.
He toys with me for a little while longer, relishing his ability to make me beg. But when I whisper a quiet, almost pitiful, “Please Justin.” He gives in and sets about licking and sucking my pussy with a level of skill I wouldn’t have thought possible.
And I’m cumming in under a minute. Screaming and writhing under him, my hands fisted in his hair, holding him in place as I gush into his mouth. When the hold my orgasm has on me loosens, I release him and he moves back up my body, with a self satisfied smirk on his face.
“Want some more?” He asks, biting down gingerly on my neck.
“Fuck yes I want some more.” I reply, throwing in the word that admittedly turns him on.
He stands and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his breath taking chest, and equally amazing stomach.
My eyes linger of the soft trail of hair that begins beneath his belly button and leads to what I want the most, as he begins to unzip his fly. He lowers it slightly, and then raises it again when he sees me watching.
“Come on…” I encourage.
He gives me what I want and pulls it down all the way, and then slips them off completely. His cock is larger than I had expected, and perfectly shaped… beautiful really. It stands hard at attention, the tip glistens with drops of cum and before I know it, I’m on my knees, crawling over the short distance of bed that separates us to take it in my mouth.
His long, moan of delight fills my ears as I sink down on his shaft, doing my best to take it all. I work up and down slowly, my lips wrapped firmly around his throbbing member, as my tongue massages him inside my mouth. It’s his turn now to tangle his hands in my hair in order to pull me closer, and he does, pushing in and out past my lips with easy thrusts as I happily suck his dick.
When his moans grow more intense, he pushes me back down onto my bed and moves to hover above me.
He presses his lips to my softly and then asks me sweetly, “Am I going to have to be gentle with you?”
I laugh and ask, “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” And I do. He doesn’t want to hurt me if it’s my first time. Very sweet.
“No Justin,” I lick his bottom lip, “You don’t need to be gentle with me. In fact, I would prefer if you weren’t.”
“Miss Dahnia…what a good job you do of hiding that little slut inside you.” His tone tells me that he is beyond pleased.
“Every girl has a little slut inside them, most guys just don’t know how to bring her out.”
He laughs softly, and I realize even his laugh drips with sex.
He drags the head of his cock against my clit, causing me to gasp with the need to have him inside of me.
“Fuck me Justin.” I beg him for the second time this afternoon.
“What?” He asks even though he heard me clearly. He continues to circle the silky tip around me.
“Fuck me Justin…” I repeat, arching my back to bring him closer to me.
With that he slides in at last. Sinking in slowly all the way to the base…filling me up completely.
I cry out with blissful relief as he begins to do exactly what I’ve asked him to….fucking me with perfect strength and force. Pulling in and out of me at a deliciously fast pace, curling his hips with each pump to meet my clit.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the second I saw you in the hall today…” his words are peppered with groans and sighs of pleasure. “I have thought of nothing else but you…nothing but fucking you.”
I try to tell him the same, but suddenly, without warning, I am cumming again. A second powerful orgasm rolls through me and sends me reeling, and I realize I am screaming. Moaning and cursing and calling his name as I get lost in the incredible euphoria he had caused.
True to his word he has done things to me that I couldn’t have imagined…ecstasy explodes through me and I continue to cum, gripped tight and gushing around his talented cock as he grows louder as well. The sounds that spill from him are indescribable and exquisitely erotic…almost like music.
I feel him burst inside of me…pumping wildly into me with short, hot spurts as my cunt milks cum from his cock greedily. He grows quiet, leaving me to miss the beautiful noises that he made for a moment.
He leans down and kisses my neck once, and then my lips twice before whispering, “I told you…you’re mine.”
And he is absolutely right. I am.