Note: Please enjoy this very late Chapter 2. This story kept me aroused and amused for days during its writing; I can only hope that I am able to convey those same feelings and emotions to you. Hope ya enjoy.
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It had been almost two weeks, and he was dying. Rich stood under the icy water with a hard on that rivaled concrete. His thoughts meandered to the past few weeks of school. Summer was closing in, tests were more frequent, homework loads doubled, and then of course Steph had volleyball practice and tournaments every day after school, both going too late even for a quickie.
Usually, weekends were a time of release for him. All the sexual energy and tension that was built up during their busy week could be acted upon; and the constant desire in him could be quenched, if only temporarily. However, this past weekend, Stephanie traveled with her school out of town for a tournament, leaving Friday after class, and not returning til late Sunday. If 1 week was unbearable, 2 weeks was hell.
He had woken up hot and sweaty, his sheets tangled in a labyrinth of knots from tossing and turning during dreams that he could not remember from the night before. Whatever they were, they must have been good. Like the past few days, his morning wood bounced in between his legs in unforgiving agony, throbbing to the point where pain was felt. He could always relieve himself, but ever since he met Stephanie, it wasn't quite the same, nor as fun. Besides, he enjoyed waiting for her, it made it all that more exciting. So instead, he spent his fourth morning in a row under a steady flow of cold water, willing his erection away.
The freezing water cut through his morning daze and his foggy mind cleared enough for him to realize that it was Thursday. Thursday, the day before Friday and soon followed by the weekend. Rich hopped out of the shower feeling slightly better. If he could fight his way through these next two days, then this weekend he could finally indulge on some much needed pleasure.
After a quick breakfast he gathered up all his things and headed out the door with a pile of books in his hands. Finals were next week, which meant lots of studying, and lots of homework. He spent almost every day after class preparing for the grueling tests that were coming up, which were starting to stress him out, and the combined sexual frustration didn't help his concentration much. Still he knew there was a light at the end of this tunnel, as finals week was also the last week of High School, forever.
While Rich had decent grades, it was nothing impressive enough to attract scholarships from any universities. Rich was good at sports, but not good enough to play on the High School teams, which were dominated by kids whose parents had enough money to "support the team", or kids who were raised to be perfect at only one thing in life. So there was no hope of athletic scholarships either. When his mother finally tied him down long enough to discuss his future, he made a split-second decision that he we would go to the local community college to get his general education classes out of the way, and perhaps get a 2 year degree of some sorts because it would be cheaper, and then he could consider transferring to a university... maybe. In reality, Rich wasn't worried too much about money, he could always get a student loan or something, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life, in fact, he had not a clue.
Rich was still pondering his future as he drove up into Stephanie's driveway. She had her dark red hair tied back in a ponytail, her body was curvy in the way only volleyball and softball players could perfect, but covered up in one of the same ugly plaid skirt, brown shirt, and blue vest outfit combos that she wore every day.
"Mornin doll, how ya doin?" Rich asked as she made her way into the car.
"I've been better. Give me a kiss." Stephanie sounded tired, and looked it too.
"What's up?"
"We won our game last night."
"That's great!"
"Well... sort of." She sounded hesitant providing the following details. "Because we won, we'll be going to an honor tournament this weekend."
Rich groaned at the news. "Honor tournament? This weekend? But I thought you were going to be done..."
"I know, me too baby, I'm sorry." She rubbed his shoulder, sympathizing with his frustration. "It's the final tournament of the year that the top 10 catholic schools in the state go to. Apparently we slipped into the tenth slot last night, so now we need to go. It's not even that competitive, it's more of an end of the year celebration for the teams that did well."
"Oh well, I suppose... School's out after next week, we'll be fine." Rich tried his best not to sound disappointed, but he couldn't shake the dejected tone in his voice.
"Oh, don't worry hun, as soon as schools over, I promise to take very, very, very good care of you." Stephanie emphasized each 'very' with her deep sultry voice.
Rich smiled, knowing she meant what she said. "Alright, I guess I can wait til then." Rich played up the disappointment in his voice and feigned exasperation for good measure.
"You poor thing you, however ever did you survive before you met me?" Stephanie giggled as she played back.
"I dunno!" Rich laughed, and started the drive to their schools.
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Rich sat through his first class with a blank stare on his face as his mind wandered; remembering back to the last weekend Stephanie had spent with him. The way she had so eagerly bobbed her head up and down his shaft, and the feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around him as her nails dug into the headboard that made a sharp clicking noise when it hit the wall every time he bucked his hips up into her. Richs imagination took over as his mind shifted from past events to future ones. He couldn't wait for next weekend to come around, school would be over and they would have the entire summer break to themselves. His hand slid into his pocket in hopes of hiding the bulge in his pants from view, but the physical contact made his skin crawl as his body yelled out for some kind of release.
"... and then we can attempt to solve for 'x'. Rich, wanna take a crack at it?" The calculus teacher asked.
Rich's mind shot to his present location as his name was called. After a moment's hesitation he croaked out a 'yes' and took to the white board, hand still in pocket, and struggled his way through the equation, narrowly avoiding complete embarrassment. Back at his desk, he tried to concentrate on his notes and what the teacher was saying, but his mind continuously wandered back to Stephanie. The rest of his classes were much like his first.
Halfway through his last class of the day, Rich checked the clock for the sixth time in thirty minutes. Despite the promise Stephanie made him, he still wasn't sure how he was going to wait that long. All around school, girls were dressed for summer with short shorts, skirts, tank tops, low cut shirts, and other variations of thin, revealing clothing. While it never got particularly warm where they were, girls took any opportunity to break out their warm-weather clothing. Rich would never wander off with another girl, but in his current condition, all the girls around him dressed in skimpy clothing were not helping his ability to concentrate in class. He would have to figure something out if he planned on getting any studying in this weekend.
After school finally finished, Rich again realized that he needed to be alert and concentrate on school tomorrow, and next week, if he was to pass his finals. There was no other option but to go home and help himself, hopping to alleviate some of the tension in his body. Rich knew it wouldn't be as fun by himself, but he desperately needed to regain his composure for the week ahead.
As he walked toward his car, an idea came to him, on how he could perhaps make the experience slightly more exciting. He pulled out his phone and called Stephanie.
"Hey, what's up?" She answered.
"Not too much, you have practice soon?"
"Yep, I'm already suited up, we'll start warm ups in about 30 minutes."
"Could you, uh, do me a favor?"
"Sure. What do you need?"
"I need to concentrate! My mind keeps wandering in class; I can't study for more than a few moments without day dreaming about you!"
