My first time? I'm a nerd and a "good girl" so would you believe that my first time was at my high school? This is kinda my only badass story in my entire life so I've done my best to commit it to memory. Plus, this is really the best memory I have from high school. I had a rough time because I was quiet, really nerdy and into my classes. Here I was, eighteen and ready to leave, but somehow even the sophomores made me feel like less than nothing. I wasn't one of the hot blondes that roved around the school in skintight jeans, low-cut sweaters and golden spray tans. I was pale, pasty even, with dark hair and no boys ever asked me out. When it was time to form groups in class, I was always left out. I'd walk into the girls' bathroom and the group crowded around the sink would get very quiet. Twice my locker was broken into and stuff was taken. I had some classmates that were friendly with me, but for the most part I wandered around the crowded halls alone.
And those halls, they were so crowded. My school was one thousand people past capacity and old. It was hell to get from one class to another and the five minutes between periods was never enough. And in September and June, with no air conditioning the hallways were unbearable. The day that it happened was a scorcher. I was a senior with just a few weeks to go before graduation and because of the heat, I was less dressed than normal. I was wearing my favorite skirt, bright yellow and a little short with a navy button down blouse. Sitting through first period wasn't too bad but by the time I broke through the crush of people and landed in second period I was hot and sweaty.
Second period was Computer Science, my best class and also my fav in part because of Mr. Rhodes. Mr. Rhodes was a new teacher and because he was young, he was very in the know about technology. He was also really hot. It was amazing how many girls transferred into the class once word got around about Mr. Rhodes. But the thing I liked best about him was his sense of humor. He'd crack a wry comment that would go over most people's heads but I loved listening to him talk in class. Every so often we'd work one on one and I'd feel the connection that I never got from my classmates.
Anyhow, I was dying of heat and sweaty. I sat down at my computer and got to work on the final independent project. I pulled a water bottle out of my bag and took a long swig trying to cool myself down. Mr. Rhodes sat down next to me and started talking to the person two seats down. Definitely made it hard to cool down. I took a longer sip and when I pulled the bottle away, I could feel eyes on me. I turned to look and caught Mr. Rhodes staring but he quickly looked away. I knew water was against the rules at a computer so I put the water away and got back to work figuring that Mr. Rhodes letting that go without a word was just another thing that made him a cool teacher. Mr. Rhodes eventually turned to me to review my project. He leaned in close a few times to show me something on the computer and I did my best not to notice the masculine scent that was coming off him. I guess the heat and the sweat was getting to Mr. Rhodes too, but the way he smelled made me a little woozy in a good way.
When the bell rang, I grabbed my books and purse and bolted out the door. My next class was all the way on the other side of the school. The crowd in the hall was massive and slow since half the school was heading on their lunch break. Kids kept stopping in the hall to talk with friends, cutting me off and generally making it hard to get to the next classroom. I stopped short when a group of freshmen stopped in front of me to chat. Suddenly, I felt someone bump into me from behind. Technically, I felt something bump up against my ass and while I didn't date and was a virgin, I knew what that thing was. A hand landed on my hip for just a second and I started to turn around to see what hormone fueled freshman was getting grope-y, but before I caught sight of the boy in question, I smelled him and it wasn't a freshman. Every so often I'd see Mr. Rhodes heading in the same direction with me, but we'd never literally run into each other before and this was unexpected though not unpleasant.
For a minute we were surrounded on all sides, unable to move, pressed up against each other. He was hard as a rock and his hand moved back to my hip and pulled me towards him. I ground up against him and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and the hand on my hip squeezing me tightly. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and sweat rolling down my back. I was so turned on that I didn't even notice when the crowd parted in front of me. He pushed me forward a little and I kept walking. I could feel his erection rubbing up against my ass every time a crowd would slow us down or get in our way. When we reached the atrium where most of the students hung out during their lunch, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me through the crowd and into an small teacher's lounge. I was hot and my ears were pounding. I did hear a door lock and as much as I wanted to turn and look at him, I worried that if I did, this would all stop.
