I was staring at my sister's friend Foxy. That's not her real name but everybody calls her Foxy because she's gorgeous. She's a small and petite Asian goddess with an adorable little innocent face. She's the kind of girl you want to fuck because she's so innocent.
Anyway, I didn't notice the bell rang and I wasn't paying attention to the other students leaving because I was staring at Foxy. It's the type of thing I do on a regular basis which doesn't help my reputation for being a geek. I'm about 5'11" and skinny, I wear glasses, and can't seem to figure out which clothes are "in". I'm a year older than everybody else because I was a sick baby and I started school late. I'm an 18 year old and a junior in high school.
"Wanna fuck?"
I was broken from my trance. It was Skipper, a senior, again that's not her real name. She was one of the weird ones. She wears all black and sometimes wears black lipstick and makeup. One of the goth freaks. She got teased for that but I've had a few good masturbation sessions with her in mind. I just think of the make up as Cleopatra would wear it, a nympho. She wasn't bad looking, standing 5'8", slim, and having 36c tits.
"Wha... huh?" I said confused looking up at her. I wasn't sure I heard what I thought I did. It was the last class of the day and everybody was heading home. I realized that I was still sitting there. I started to gather my books and stand up.
"Do you wanna fuck?" she said again. She just stood there looking bored waiting for an answer. I tried to figure out where the joke was. Nobody was with her but this sort of thing only happens to me when I'm getting picked on.
"Sure." I said cautiously. I have never had sex and I knew somehow this was a joke I just wanted to get the humiliation out of the way and go home.
"Kay," she said "come on." She started to walk away. I followed her home in silence. She didn't talk to me or even look at me. She belonged to a kind of anti-social crowd. I figured that's just how she was.
I expected her friends to be waiting to make fun of me when we got to her house. We walked in the front door and the house was empty. It was a one story house and she led me to her room down a couple hallways. Not a huge house but the family wasn't poor.
Her room was decorated with posters of goth bands and she had Christmas lights up. It was winter but I had the feeling the lights were up all year round.
She dropped her heavy winter jacket revealing what she had on. Besides the heavy combat boots all she had on was a black miniskirt and a black tank top. Today she had some black eye liner on but no lipstick. She looked somewhat normal. I started to realize there was no joke. It made my cock stiffen a little. She had great legs and her bra size was probably a 36C.
I suddenly started to notice how hot it was in her house. She even had her bedroom window open a crack and I noticed there was no screen. I looked back to her and she was standing there holding out her hand.
"What?" I asked confused.
"What do you think?" she said irritated. "Do I look horny? Does it look like I want you?"
"You want me to pay you?" I said understanding where the catch was. She just stood there with her hand out. "How much do you... you know...cost?"
"I don't care give me a twenty." She said. Obviously it didn't matter to her how much she sold it for she just wanted extra cash. I took off my winter jacket and got my wallet out. I had two twenties and a five.
I handed her a twenty. She folded it a slid it into a lock box on her dresser. I wondered if she did this a lot. I really didn't care. I was about to have sex.
She grabbed a magazine from her nightstand and balanced it on the window sill. It was Teen People or something like that. She turned her back to me and lifted her skirt over her hips. She didn't have any panties to remove. She bent over with her hands on the window sill reading her magazine.
"I kinda thought we would discuss how we do it." I said. "You know, this much money gets you this and this much money gets you that."
She didn't look up from her magazine. "Look this is the only way I can do something else while you do your thing. Tell you what you can have your choice of what's back there."
I started to remove my jeans. I decided to give up on that argument. I reminded myself that I was lucky just to have sex. I walked up behind her taking in the sight. I was looking at a girls ass and pussy. It occurred to me she had just given me my choice of the two.
I gave my cock a stroke and decided to go for the pussy. In a way it was kinda cool that she seemed so uninterested. There was no performance anxiety. I already knew she didn't care.
