Shawn always touched my thighs in computer class. He knew where Mr. Godwin was in the classroom, and whenever his attention was focused on the other tables, Shawn would touch me under the table.
Shawn was one of the druggies in our class, tall and lean with a lock of dark hair arced over one eye. Did he make his hair do that on purpose, I always wondered. He spent breaks crossing the street to smoke, so that he wasn't on school property, technically.
We'd never really spoken. I was salutorian of our class. One semester of slacking off in freshman geometry meant that I was forever chasing the two Andreas in terms of GPA. I was too smart to be popular and not good at sports, so I was a goody-two-shoes. Last year, I dated a senior who took my virginity. We fucked all year, and I thought we'd be together forever. He left for college in the fall after promising me we'd be the exception and stay together.
Like a fool, I believed him. A week after my eighteenth birthday, he came home and broke up with me over Thanksgiving. He pounded me all weekend after breaking up with me, harder and rougher than he used to. I liked it so much more that way, but it was the last time. I kept hoping he'd call me, visit for the weekend, and spend the entire break between my legs.
Most people in my class would never guess how horny I was. I had long golden hair that reached my waist. I was slender but my tits were enormous. Ben used to tell me they were perfect. At first I thought he was just saying that, but later we watched porn together. I never saw a woman whose breasts looked better than mine. My classmates never seemed to notice when I ditched my glasses for contact lenses and gave up my dowdy middle school hairstyle a few years ago, except for Ben.
And Shawn, I guess. He touched my legs every chance that he got, sometimes drawing curlie cues with one finger. I kept choosing to wear shorts and skirts to keep my legs bare for him. I'd get so wet every day in class, that it's no wonder I got a C on my first exam, then an F on the second one. Mr. Godwin offered to let us retake it after school. I couldn't afford a failing grade in my last year--I was depending on scholarships to pay for school based on my GPA!
The only other person who showed up to retake the test after school was Shawn. Mr. Godwin let us sit next to each other in our normal seats, set up the exams, and then went off to the break room.
Shawn's left hand found my thigh while the other tried to take a test in computer skills.
"Stop that," I said. "I really need to concentrate."
"Okay," he said, and put both hands on the keyboard.
I answered a few questions, and felt his hand again. I tried to ignore him and finish the test, but his hand moved higher and brushed against the outside of my panties. I moaned softly. "I can't fail this test."
"I'll bet you're wet," he whispered into my ear, and slid his finger underneath the elastic. "I love being right."
I whimpered as he stroked me. It had been so long since anyone else had touched me.
"Do you like that?" he asked. When I didn't answer, he stopped stroking. "I said, do you like that?"
I nodded.
He stopped moving his hands. "I can't hear you."
"Yes," I answered.
"That's what I thought." He penetrated my pussy with one finger, and cupped my breast with his other hand. "I want to see your tits."
"Mr. Godwin could come back any minute."
"You could show him your tits, too. I bet that old letch would love to see them."
He put a second finger inside of me and slid them in and out as I groaned. He pulled his fingers away and I groaned but this time in frustration.
"Suck my dick," he commanded.
"What? No!"
"You wanna fuck me. Suck me off now and once we're done with this test I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop."
I shuddered. Shawn spread his legs and unzipped the fly on his baggy jeans. He took out a long skinny cock. Ben's cock had been shorter but slightly thicker. I slid down to my knees, that chilled, dusty linoleum beneath me. I opened my mouth and licked the head of his clock. It jumped at my touch. I brought him into my mouth as far as I could and bobbed up and down, using my hands to help out at the base while my tongue swirled around the head. In about thirty seconds he tensed and shot his wad down my throat.
I sat back on my knees and swallowed.
"Mr Godwin!" Shawn jumped back from me, quickly stuffing his spent cock back into his jeans.
