Jarelle sat there ever so sexily in her cum streaked black bra and jean shorts, looking quite the sight. I lowered my hand to Jarelle's cum plastered tits, meshing those bountiful orbs together and rubbing my cum deeper into them.
A loud ring rang through the house, snapping us out of our lustful trance. Though it turned out to be a spam call, it killed the mood.
While Jarelle went upstairs to take a shower and clean up, I was in a daze, revisiting the perfect moment making out with my dream girl and fondling her perfect tits. The way that she had urged me to cum on her tits was both slutty and sexy.
We had lunch before diving back into our revision. The study session proved to be not as productive as our hormones took centre-stage still.
"Hey, shall we meet on Friday?" Jarelle suggested, in between kisses.
"For dinner? Or for this?" I teased, as I kissed and sucked on the nape of her neck, before raising my hands to cup her succulent mounds.
Jarelle restrained a moan back, clearly enjoying the attention. "It was so sticky just now, and my bra had a few streaks of your cum too baby."
"Perhaps you should take off your bra before I cum." I teased.
"Cheeky. We should stop, before my mum comes back." Jarelle said, as she playfully hit my hands away. "We can go for a jog before dinner on Friday?"
I nodded, while reluctantly stopping our fooling around. After I packed my stuff, Jarelle walked me out towards the bus stop, and I made my commute home.
On Monday, there was a big hoo-ha in school as the star basketball player in a neighbouring district had transferred over. Andy was well-known within the sports community and was on-track to get a sports scholarship in college. His parents had shifted over to our town and hence the mid-semester transfer.
Surprisingly, Andy had the same Chemistry class as Jarelle and Emy, while sharing the same lesson for me in Physics and Math.
I had helped Andy get up to speed in Physics, while he proved to be proficient in Complex Numbers, which was my Achilles heel. Being transfer students, we helped each other assimilate into our new surroundings pretty quickly and developing a friendship along the way.
The school week passed awfully slowly, due to my anticipation for Friday. Friday was a painfully long day for me as well, as I had higher Chemistry classes till late in the afternoon.
I was further delayed by my tutor, which took extra-long to give and explain this week's assignment. After my class had finally ended, I hurriedly rushed down to the canteen to meet Jarelle. "Sorry for the long wait, there was some delay in the class ending." I apologised and explained my predicament.
"It's okay. Let's go get changed baby." Jarelle said with a smile. We went to our respective changing rooms to get changed.
Jarelle was wearing a relatively loose white top and a pair of running shorts. Her shorts were well-filled up by her perky butt and complimented her long slender legs. Her white top was a tad thin, and I could easily make out the black Nike sports bra she was wearing. Though not much skin was on show, her outfit looked undeniably sexy, especially so as the "NIKE" word was accentuated by her perfect mounds.
The run was made enjoyable by the cooling weather, but it was made more perfect with the view that was presented to me. My eyes were glued to either Jarelle's bouncing juicy mounds or her taut sexy ass which sashayed gracefully. I could feel blood rushing to the quickly engorging boner, which I readjusted discreetly.
When we got back, the sky was already turning dark. Most of the lights around the field and stands were already switched off. We grabbed our belongings and headed to the changing rooms. The alleyway to the changing rooms were dimly lit by what seemed to be the males, while the females were pitch black.
In the alleyway, Jarelle was catching her breath from the run, with her hands on her knees. Her top just sagged down slightly, allowing me an unblocked view of her assets. My eyes layered onto a bead of sweat and traced till it went into her cleavage. I gulped as I took in the sight of my pretty buxom babe and I could feel my erection growing.
When I shifted my eyes back up, I was caught staring. Jarelle bit her lips, seemingly knowing that she was turning me on. I walked towards her, gently pinning her against the wall and gave her a deep kiss. "You look hot baby, really hot." I commented, before probing my tongue into her willing mouth. Jarelle's excitement was growing, as her kissing grew from hesitant and slow to hot and engaging.
Just when Jarelle was about to break our kiss, I spanked her taut butt, pulling it close to my body and grinding my hard cock into her womanly parts. She gasped in surprise and melted into my embrace.
I took the opportunity to kiss down her neck, licking and sucking gently.
"Shall we go into one of the changing stalls?" I asked hopefully.
"Will we get caught?" Jarelle whimpered, "It's a little open."
"Let's try the females? It looks empty." I suggested.
Jarelle nodded, grabbing my hand and saying, "Follow me baby." in a low voice. We took our belongings, and following Jarelle's lead, we entered the pitch-black female changing room. Our entrance activated the motion sensors, switching on the lights and fans. Hurriedly, Jarelle ushered me into the last cubicle, before doubling back to check the rest of the cubicles.
I had placed all of our belongings down and as Jarelle re-joined me, she hastily locked the door behind herself. I was still extremely turned on, even more so due to the fact that we may get caught.
