The Inequality Project
I admired Laura. She was class president, a cheerleader and a teen model. Her SAT's were over the top. The fall of our senior year, we were assigned to work together on a project by Mr. Abernathy, our civics teacher, who had a reputation for expecting a lot from his students.
The morning after we received the assignment, which was to study remedies for economic inequality, Laura caught up to me at the lockers before class.
"Bryan, I have an impossible schedule. How are we ever going to get together on the project?" Her blue eyes were dancing, expecting a smart ass answer from the captain of the soccer team, who she knew was equally booked up.
I gave her one. "Madam President, I serve at your pleasure, day or night." My emphasis on the word night made her blush.
She stepped closer and whispered, "You will suffer, soccer king. I am fixing us dinner at my house. My parents would not approve, but are away for a week. Do you think we can whip out this assignment in a week of evenings?"
"Did you say 'whip out,' Laura?"
The eyes were frowning. "I see that we must talk about how to organize the project. Come to my house after practice and we will get to work."
It turned out that Laura's idea of getting to work was different from mine. When her door opened, the body was in tee and shorts, both of which were tight and neither of which appeared to have underwear beneath. She took my hand and drew us into the foyer, where her impressive chest pressed me against the wall. I was instantly hard as she hissed, "I know I am pretty. Pretty girls get hassled as soon as their tits push out. Go ahead and kiss me."
I started to deliver a peck and got a full on French kiss, along with full body contact. After almost a minute, our lips still in contact, her hand snaked into my shorts and squeezed hard.
"Bryan, you asked if I said 'whip out?' "
"I was joking."
Another squeeze. He was nice and hard. Embarrassingly hard. The body stepped back, keeping the hand in place.
"We have to do something about this. It will be constantly in the way otherwise."
She was trying out her dominant female trip on me. The one that pretty girls assumed was a matter of right. The first thing to do was rebalance the relationship.
Suddenly in the air, she squirmed in my arms. "Put me down. I am not a sack of potatoes." She was still complaining when we entered the kitchen and I placed her on the edge of the butcher block. The eyes were dark and unhappy, but I stood up between her legs and applied another kiss, stifling whatever she was going to say.
After a minute, she relaxed. "You are bad."
"I am treating pretty girl as she deserves. If you flirt with me once more, you are getting fucked. The thing you had in your hand knows what to do. Sit there and think about that while I find the wine and pour you a glass."
She opened her mouth to protest and I said one word, loudly. "Quiet."
We clinked glasses and she said, "Most guys do what I tell them."
"I'm not most guys. I've admired you for a long time, but I am not anyone's sub."
She pulled the tee off. Her chest was pink and the nipples were very stiff. "What about these?"
When she stared at me, the eyes were deep blue and would mesmerize a normal male. She hadn't given up trying for the dominant position.
With a couple of quick moves, I was naked and her shorts were on the floor. I was close to a bare pussy and she was looking down at a big cock only inches away from home plate.
"What did I say about flirting?"
She took another big swallow of wine, put the glass down and wrapped legs around me. "My bedroom is down the hall."
It was my turn to make a decision. Maybe she planned this all along. Laura felt good in my arms, really good. The impressive bare tits were again pressed against me. In her bedroom, she reached down and pulled back the covers. Instead of launching into missionary position, I carefully arranged us on our sides.
"I have an apology to make. I don't attack girls. I don't have sex with them unless they ask for it."
"Thank you. Kiss me."
We melted together. My cock wasn't very hard anymore.
"Do you know that senior girls who are still virgins worry a lot about how to lose it before they go to college."
"I've heard that rumor."
"Do you suppose we could combine working on the project with a little sex education for me? I've spent most of the last few years fending off guys, not getting to know them."
It took several minutes of more kisses before I could respond. He was hard again and she slid him into the gap between her thighs.
I lay back and allowed her to worm on top. She smiled and I knew she was thinking about dominance again.
"Laura, there are foolish girls in our class who would get this far with me but not intending to come across. That thing between your legs would be in them quickly."
She leaned down for a kiss. "I suppose your hand would be applied to their ass as well?"
"Yes. And if you keep rubbing on me like that, there is only one outcome."
She fell over and cried on my shoulder. "This is too damn hard, Bryan. Maybe those girls who just drop their panties in the back seat have the right idea."
She was back in my arms, headed back to the kitchen.
"What gives?" The eyes were dry but curious.
"This is not the back seat and we are working on relationships before any action. Don't we have to sort out the dominance thing?"
"Food first." She looked at me saucily. "You are rejecting my body, so food must be necessary."
"The way to...?"
"Yes, that is the cliche I have in mind."
I worked on her neck and shoulders as eggs and veggies for omelets went into the pan.
