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I was never a good student. Don’t get me wrong, I’m smart, just not motivated. I usually understood what was going on in school. Unfortunately, this changed I the last term of grade 12. Just after my 18th birthday, I had a pretty difficult math class; I hated it because to do well, you had to do homework. I don’t like homework, I was almost ready to dump the course, but there was one little factor that kept me there…
She was hot, I mean like, “Damn, I need some of that!” hot. Her name was Jenn, she has lived up the street from me for years, but we never really talked much. You see, I’m the shy type, I never had trouble with talking to groups, but one cute girl could throw me into a fit of babbling idiocy. Jenn, on the other hand, was beautiful and confident, I guess she had to be. She stood at a cute 5’3″ and this always bothered her. Jenn always wore 4-inch heels to try to compensate. Personally, I thought that she was fine at her natural height. As far as the rest of her body went, she had breasts that were a little above average size for a normal 18-year-old, but given her short stature, they looked much bigger. Her hair was dark and short, just down past her ears and her figured was curved in all the right places.
Anyway, back to math class, this all started the day our teacher gave us a seating arrangement. And whom do I get placed next to? That delicious little vixen, Jenn. I could see that she was less than thrilled, she seemed to be having a great time chatting with her friends in the corner and didn’t seem to take much of a liking to me. While she is below average in height, she’s the apex of beauty. Most guys with more sense than ego (and yes, there are a few) would never dream of asking her out. This was my category, while my mind was focused on her stunning figure, my over-analyzing logical brain decided that is was a lost cause and kept me I check. I’m not a bad looking guy, I’m an average 5’11”, but I’m thin, I only weigh the shy side of 150 lbs. (that’s fully clothed, soaking wet on a full stomach). The only thing I had that seemed to appeal to the ladies was my hair. I’ve always had long hair, always liked it like that. In school, it was usually longer than most girls, tied back in a ponytail about half way down my back. Everyone thought I did something special because of how soft it was, but I just washed with whatever was in the shower.
I was having a wonderful time in class now. I decided that this would be the way to get Jenn’s attention, as well. Studying actually became important, because I could read ahead and figure out the new concepts. This seems really nerdy at first, but when everyone else is confused about what’s going on, guess whom Jenn asked for help? I’m all about the subtlety, a little at a time, she would ask me a question, and without missing a beat I could explain what she missed. I was doing Side escort it more for sport than anything, I figured she’d never want me, but why not try my luck?
Luck was what I had when my distraction became a viable goal. I almost cried in class on Monday when the bell rang and she didn’t walk in. I found out that Jenn had gotten sick on Saturday and, although she was almost better, had stayed home today. Hearing this, the cogs began to turn in my head, She needed homework, she couldn’t afford to fall behind, I lived down the street, the solution seemed obvious. I watched the clock intently and waited for it to give the signal. I’m pretty sure I was out of my seat and on my way home before it was even done ringing.
I barely remember the walk to her house. When I got there, I saw no cars, so I guessed that her parents were still at work. > I told myself, > I decided that listening to my own common sense would be a mistake, I needed all the confidence I could muster. I didn’t need to be bringing myself down. I stepped up to the door and exhaled slowly. I lifted my hand pressed the doorbell. > I thought to myself. I heard footsteps coming to the door and the deadbolt sliding back. The door opened slowly and there she was, I was elated. Jenn stood there, looking healthy, in a small T-shirt and pajama bottoms.
“Oh, hey, uh, Jenn…I, uh, brought the homework from math class for you…. We did some, uh, hard stuff today, thought you’d need it.” Smooth, > My subconscious is a prick.
She smiled in light of my twisted tongue, “Hey, John, yeah, come in. I was making some popcorn.” I followed her down the hall to her kitchen were I could smell the kernels. What a sweet ass…
“Seems like you’re feeling better.” I said, I needed to start a conversation or she might just send back out the door.
“Yeah, I’ve been alright since last night, I just didn’t want to go to school” She dumped the popcorn into a bowl and motioned to the living room. “You can take off your coat, just throw in on the couch.”
> “Uh, yeah, ok.” I did as I was told.
“So what did we do today? There isn’t another test coming up, is there?” She sat on the couch and I sat next to her while I dug my books out.
“Naw, no test, but this is a little tricky.” I pointed to a couple of the examples in the books.
She seemed a little overwhelmed, “Holy shit, this stuff is fucked up.”
“You’re preaching to the choir, there, sweetie.” That was a lie, I figured this stuff out about a week before hand and it was pretty simple for me now. I lied to see where she would go with this, and she went where I exactly where I wanted her…
“Can you stay for a little while, I need you to explain this to me.”
> I’ve had a pretty dull love-life lately, and any chance to even consider getting some is a reason to celebrate. Side escort bayan I went through the ideas and used some terms that I barely understood to keep her wondering and, hopefully, interested.
It had been about a half an hour and we hit a snag. We found something that I had bypassed when I was studying and neither of us could figure it out. Under normal circumstances my tutelage would have ended when I was at a loss for something to explain. Thank God for the internet, we went up to her room because she had a computer up there.
She opened the door to her room and motioned to the bed, “I only have on chair, so just make your self comfortable.”
> I dropped down onto her bed and propped myself up on one elbow so I could see the screen.
She sat there for a few minutes in silence. She was just tapping away at the keyboard before she caught me completely off guard with her next question, “What do you really want.”
I was surprised and I didn’t have an answer ready, “What, want…Uh, nothing, I guess. What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. I’m not dumb, I see you smile every time I walk into class.”
>, “I, uh, I don’t… You mean…I mean…”
“I also notice how you’ve been staring at my chest for the last ten minutes.”
“I wasn’t. I didn’t mean… I was only distracted…I…”
She stood up and turned around to face me, “Do you have any idea how many guys have just come up to me and expected me to fuck them?”
I was I full panic now, “I didn’t. I wasn’t going to…You just…”
“No, you did. And you are the nicest guy I ever met and I want you too.”
“I’m sorry, I just thought…Wait, what?”
Jenn stepped close to the bed and pushed me over onto my back and straddled me forcefully, “You always helped me in class and you were never a prick like all the other guys. When you showed up at the door earlier, I nearly fainted.”
> I was completely stunned and was on auto-pilot now.
“Now, I’ve been honest with you, and before I say anything else, do you feel the same way? Yeas or no.”
I just looked into her eyes, those dark, beautiful eyes, “Yes, you have no idea how much I want you.”
“Betcha I do.” Jenn said as she reached down between us and squeezed my cock. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea how much you do.”
She sat up and reached down to her sides and slowly, painfully slowly, lifted her shirt. I was mesmerized by him toned stomach and then completely captivated by her breasts. There was no bra covering them and I got a perfect view. Many nights had I spent, thinking about how they looked, and by comparison to the real thing, I had no imagination. Her areolas we a light pink colour and just the right size. I had to feel them, I reached up and lightly felt her mounds.
Jenn dropped Escort side her head back and let out a little moan, “Oh, wow, that feels good…My ex could never do that with his hands.”
Her breathing picked up and she shrugged off my hands so she could pull my shirt up over my head and threw it across the room. She bent down and ran her hands up and down my chest before pressing her delicious lips against mine. I ran my hands down her back and she lifted my head to let my hair out of its elastic.
She kissed along my neck, then whispered in my ear, “Top or bottom?”
“What?” I was lost in my on little world were it was normal for guys like me to get laid by beautiful girls.
“You. Me. Sex. Now. Do you want to be on top or should I be?”
“I don’t. Should we really…uh, well, I guess you can be on top.” What was I supposed to do? Refuse? Not fucking likely.
“Alright then.” She reached down between us again and undid my pants and pushed them down and I kicked them off. Jenn the stood up, what an angel, a little, sex crazed angel. She grabbed the waistband of her pajamas and sent them to the floor. No underwear again, this was a very comfortable girl.
She got up on the bed and straddled me again. This was it, fuck, I LOVE math class! She pulled my erection out of my shorts and held it to her bare pussy. Just before she put it in, she looked me I the eyes and said, “I am going to fuck you now, and all you have to do is promise me one thing.”
“What, anything, I’m all yours.”
“You need to promise that when I start fucking you, you won’t pull out until you’ve shot your load deep inside me. Got it?”
“Whatever you want.” I said, half-drunk with pleasure, arguing was not an option.
With that, she lowered herself down onto my erection and gasped as it opened her wide. She hit bottom and I felt like I was going to explode. Just feeling me inside her was enough to cause her to have a small orgasm.
As her orgasm subsided, she began a slow rhythm, rising and falling on my shaft, “Fuck, I needed this, God, just fuck me!”
Jenn sped up more and more and I could feel my own cum boiling, wanting release. I dug my fingers into her thighs and she gripped my shoulders for leverage.
I almost had enough, “Jenn, I’m going to…Are you sure you want me to?…Jenn!”
“Just shut up and shot off in my pussy. I want to feel you cum inside me!”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I gripped her thighs even tighter and shot what was possibly the most cum I’ve ever shot I in one load deep into her beautiful pussy. That was what she was waiting for, The feeling of my cum in her pussy sent her over the edge and she screamed so loud I thought my parents would her us. Jenn collapsed onto my chest and huffed, trying to catch her breath.
When she finally regained her composure, she lifted up slightly so she could kiss me. “That was amazing, we’ll have to study together again sometime.”
From then on, we spent a lot of time together and even though we did skip classes from time to time, I was still learning a lot everyday.
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