Introduction:
(Here we go again, gotta add another story to this one…sorry) Also, the first story is semi-fiction. the second story is non-fiction. (:
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Trevor smiles as we quickly scamper into the girl’s bathroom much after school, so nobody will see us. With barely a few words, we kiss passionately in the small confines of the stall before I reach down to un-button and zip his jeans. In situations like this, I tend to have a small joking manner to hide how excited I am, so I make a comment about how annoying zippers can be. He puts a little physical pressure on me, telling me with his hands what he wants. I get on my knees and pull his delightful cock from his boxers, licking and sucking the head, looking up at him a couple times. I take as much of his thick manhood in my mouth as I can, bobbing my head as I suck. One of his hands moves to guide my head, and I try to take his dick into my throat, barely able to before I pull back and keep sucking. His other hand goes to my head as well, and I love when a guy can take a little control like that, and my lower region starts to get wet. I keep going for a while, wondering why I can’t make him cum. I give up. for the time being and come back up to kiss him eagerly, our tongues touching and bodies pressed together. Wanting to be pleasure as well, I move one of his hands to the front of my jeans, and his slides his hand in, fingers touching and stroking my pussy as my nails dig into his jean jacket. His fingers move in a glorious way that only a guitar or bass player could move, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud. As I get near my climax, I realize I need to be leaving soon. I pull away and check my phone, then grin weakly from my almost fully pleasured fatigue, telling him the time, and that we have to go. We both fix our pants, and I look around before we both walk out of the bathroom, kissing softly before we emerge back into reality.
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