I can remember sitting in my 2nd period class back in the early nineties during my senior year. My best friend, and confidant, Paula sat right across from me in trig class. Paula was always a nervous wreck over the littlest things. She'd cross her index finger over her neatly trimmed eyebrow. She'd sigh occasionally and tug at her scraggly light brown hair. Her lips would purse and I just knew her mind was wandering a thousand miles a minute. I could always tell she was nervous; after all, she had been my best friend all throughout high school. Paula always got like that. This was her routine every time we had a test, or an exam. I, myself always had a different routine. And, the thought of it always got me going about the same time. When Paula would be shaking her left leg uncontrollable, I would be mentally lost with the idea of having my boyfriend sucking and fucking my pussy during lunch period. I always anticipated these feelings about a half-hour before the lunch bell rung.
My boyfriend was cute. He was tall and stocky. He had all of the makings of an awesome lover. He always combed his straight black hair - neatly. When I ran my fingers through his locks it felt so lustrous and thick. Whenever he saw me, his full lips would beam and crack with a gorgeous smile. His brown almond-shaped eyes would always mesmerize me. He had an oval face with a healthy golden-brown tint. His six-foot athletic frame looked appalling in his smartly dressed shirt and Levi's. His deep voice resounded when he whispered sweet things in my ears. I always loved hearing him talk. Sometimes, I would call him up during the day, just to hear his voice. He would make me so excited. I use to love it when he'd inquire what I was doing. Or, what am I going to do? But, it was the question I'd always love to hear, "Can you come over for a while?" Yes, I was madly in love with him.
Unfortunately, there was a more sinister side to this first-time relationship that I am narrating. What could be more sinister than a high school senior at the time? For starters, I knew my lover well. He was my secret lover in fact. I did not tell my parents, my best friend, or my sister. Some days, I would call him up from school and ask if he could pick me up to do lunch, literally speaking; I knew that he would be waiting patiently in his red sports car just outside the students' parking lot. I would just love it when he would wait for me. I kind of liked the idea that most of the other girls in my class were a little jealous of me. Maybe, just maybe, it was because he was a little older than me, or was it?
The process Harry and I shared was like an unspoken set of actions. Like clockwork, I would climb in the bucket seat, buckle myself in, and catch a whiff of the coconut air freshener. He would ask me how my morning went, whilst holding my hand at the same time. I'd smile at him. We'd take the drive to the east side of town where his apartment was nestled in upper-class suburbia. Harry would park the car under the carport and we'd both exit, suspiciously. He was always consciousness about the neighbors and I'd be looking out for others, among other things. Harry would walk fast and open the apartment door. As soon as we entered, he wouldn't hesitate to take my clothes off. I'd always allowed him. My heart would begin to plummet into frenzy. My blood would begin to boil. My blond hairs all over my body would stand from sheer excitement. Harry followed my actions as my jeans, and shirt fell to the floor. I'd beam and lead my prince to the queen sized bed.
I would always surrender my body into his arms; almost always, I would greet his thick lips with mine. I'd drop his underwear and would grasp and take hold of his huge-thick member. His huge cock was nested perfectly among his bushy pubis. For the time being, he was mine -- all mine. I never told Harry -no. He had his way with me, and my body, in whatever way he wanted. Harry would unsnap my lacy bra and allow my creamy white breast be released from their captors. Almost on all occasions, his teeth would remove my bikinis. As soon as we hit the bed I would lie on the bed and he'd gently put his index finger on my clit and give a twirl or two. At the same time, my hands were tugging and pulling on his bronzed rock hard member. I always thought it was my job to keep him hard as a rock. Before my eyes, he'd be nibbling on my tiny aureoles and within a moments notice; he would create a snail trail down to my thighs.
Lying stark naked on my back, I'd find myself staring up at Harry's body and the ceiling. I would position myself to keep my legs closed and move my thighs toward my chest. Harry would put his hands in between my thighs and open my legs wide. In return, I'd pull Harry's head down to my crotch. His hair would smell marvelous, and I'd breathe in deeply for a moment before bringing my thumbs to my pussy. Slowly, I peeled my lips revealing my clit for this handsome lover. He was very stimulating. Harry would swipe at my rosebud with the tip of his tongue. It was always quivering. I'd always shudder and emit the moans and groans as silently as I could. His shadowy five-o'clock facial hair would tickle my inner lips. Curiously, I'd begin to watch him. I loved gazing down looking over my heart-shaped pubic hairs while Harry did his thing.
