Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are 18 years of age despite the story taking place in high school.
Author's Note: This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a long series. I am new to writing erotic fiction and I would appreciate any constructive feedback that you may have. It takes place across several categories, so please follow me for new chapters.
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Ch. 1: Ask For What You Want
The first day of school my senior year was when I first experienced "it", for lack of a better word. The triggering event was when 18-year-old Malory Simmons, whom I had never met before this moment, walked into my fourth-period government class.
Malory was new to town, having moved from somewhere in the midwest, but was quick to adapt to our school's lax dress code enforcement. She was wearing short running shorts that were short enough that the lower portion of her ass cheeks was exposed beneath the hem. Up top, a white spaghetti strap tank top was just sheer enough to give a hint of the lacy bra that she had on underneath.
If this sounds at all risqué to you then you have not spent time around the girls that attended my high school. This was pretty middle of the road for clothing, but Malory seemed to take it to another level without trying.
As she took her seat across the aisle from me she bent over to grab a pencil out of her bag, flashing me more of her cleavage than she probably wanted to. My eyes were locked for a brief second before I realized I did not want to be caught staring, at least not for so long. As I tried to look away "it" happened.
As I stared down her shirt I noticed that her bra was adorned with tiny purple flowers around the edges which complemented nicely with her tan skin. I was just registering that she showed no sign of a tan line as my vision became fuzzy and my head started to spin. It was almost as if I was passing out, but instead of everything going black my vision started to come back into focus.
The returned clarity revealed a scene that was no longer the classroom. What came to me was a vision of Malory on her knees, wearing the same bra I had just glimpsed, her tank top, however, was now on the floor beside her. My eyes quickly focused on the fact that one cup of her bra was pulled down and her left breast was hanging out with her nipple erect and appearing to be wet. It was then that I noticed that her hands were reaching up towards me to unfasten my shorts and pull down the fly.
I could not wrap my head around what was happening. It was as if I was watching a POV porn video, but with the most real 3D technology I had ever experienced. As she pulled my shorts off, my boxer briefs following suit, she stared into my eyes slowly licking her lips, making her lip gloss shine just that much more.
I was momentarily transfixed by the depth of her hazel eyes as she continued to lower my shorts. My rock-hard cock popping out, standing at full attention a mere inch away from her glistening lips as she continued to stare up at me. As an 18-year-old virgin, this would have been enough to satisfy me if she had stopped there.
Malory did not stop. Reaching up she grabbed my cock with her hand, slowly stroking it as I stared in disbelief, amazed that I was not already cumming on her perfectly featured face. I momentarily drifted off thinking about how good my cum would look covering her luscious lips and exquisite eye shadow.
After a few minutes, she smiled and lowered her mouth over the dripping head of my dick. My stare continued in disbelief, unable to focus on anything other than her slowly bobbing head. I swore that I could feel her mouth wrapped around my cock, despite this not being real.
Malory started off slowly, but her pace and intensity gradually increased until the head of my cock was burying itself in the back of her throat at an ever-increasing speed. As she would pull my shaft from her mouth she would make sure that her tongue found its way to the ever sensitive tip providing near-constant stimulation for me. The whole time she refused to unlock her eyes with mine. It was not until I started to show signs of cumming that she looked down and concentrated on finishing me off.
As she buried my cock deeper and deeper in her mouth she started to increase the intensity of the twirl of her tongue around my cock head as she pulled back out. I realized that I could not take it much longer, and she seemed to sense this as well.
Picking up the pace again she focused on the head with her tongue as she pumped up and down my shaft with her hand. After another minute or two I had finally reached my tipping point, I honestly lasted much longer than I had expected, and shot my first pulse of cum into her mouth.
While she did not seem offended by my lack of warning, she quickly pulled my dick from her mouth and continued to pump as my cock emptied its load all over her upper chest, my cum already running down onto and between her breasts. It was all I could do to keep my balance as the last remnants of my orgasm subsided. I felt my knees weaken and my vision turn black as I fell backward.
I woke up with my head on my desk and drool seeping from the corner of my mouth. It felt like I had been asleep for a long time, but Mrs. Franklin was just starting her lecture.
I sat up, wiping the drool from my mouth. Looking around I realized that no one had seemed to notice what I had just experienced, certainly not Malory who was looking forward in eager anticipation of the lecture, or maybe it was just in appreciation of Mrs. Franklin.
I would not have judged anyone, regardless of their orientation, that had a crush on Mrs. Franklin. She was easily the most attractive teacher. At 5'8" with a slim but shapely figure, her chest and hips seemingly perfectly balanced, she cast a stereotypical silhouette. The only thing that was not entirely cliche of a male fantasy was the brunette hair with a streak of dark purple that she kept in it. Although I had to admit, that made her all the more attractive to me.
I was not focusing, however, on Mrs. Franklin, I was preoccupied with trying to figure out what had just happened to me and why no one else seemed to be aware that I had been fast asleep at my desk. The only thing that seemed to notice what I had experienced was my cock, it was straining to come to attention in my shorts.
I briefly shook my head and started taking notes like everyone else, not sure if what I had experienced was a dream, although I could not have been asleep long, or some sort of hallucination. Either way, it was as if the rest of the world had stopped while I was experiencing it. I tried to convince myself that it was nothing to worry about, after all, I usually had a vivid imagination when it came to attractive girls, and Malory certainly fit the bill. Despite my efforts, I simply could not shake the confusion.
As I continued to glance over at her during class, in part just to make sure that she was real, I was able to piece together that my dream, vision, or whatever you want to call it, was amazingly accurate of how she looked in real life.
She was about 5'4" with the body of a soccer player. She was fit, if slightly stocky, with muscular legs, and above average chest. Her breasts looked to be about a 32D, and my vision supported every observation I got from my sideways glances. Her light brown hair was straight as an arrow and fell just below her shoulders. From what I could tell her eyes matched the hazel-colored ones I had dreamt up, as did her infectious smile.
The period flew by and before I knew it the bell was ringing and everyone was clamoring to put away their books and binders. As everyone made their way to the door I took the chance to catch up to Malory, although I did not yet know this was her name. I am not sure why I did this, as it is not something that was in my character to do. While I was not shy around girls I had not had much luck romantically up until this point.
