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He had captured my attention from the first day he walked into the classroom. We sat next to each other, although not intentionally. We had never met before, even though my high school was small. Sure, we knew each other’s names, but beyond that, nothing. I knew he was a football player. So I had all these assumptions, I’ll admit it. But after a week I knew that my assumptions were false. He was funny and smart, two things I didn’t expect. We ended up becoming partners for a couple of projects and started joking around a bit.

I started to become attracted to him, something I didn’t expect at all. He wasn’t really my type. He was 6’5”, a skinny sort of muscular, and didn’t even remotely hang out in the same circles as me. He hung out with football players, and cheerleaders, and just not with people like me. I have a close group of friends and then a larger outer group, but none of our friends even overlapped.

So I convinced myself, over and over, nothing could happen, nothing would happen. Not to mention, I was the absolute furthest thing from his type. I am 5’ 1”, and definitely not skinny. I have womanly curves. But I guess the old adage is true that we can’t help who we are attracted to, because I was undeniably attracted to him. I couldn’t help it, no matter how much I tried to stop the feelings, they were there.

As the semester wore on, the flirting between us escalated. We were constantly flirting, it was pretty shameless. The teacher even made some comments to me at certain points during the year. But the semester was coming to a close and I was becoming a bit sad. I knew that because our friend circles didn’t overlap, that after the class was done, so was everything that we had. Or might have had. But we had the final project to work on together. We got together at my house on Friday night. It was a rare occasion when neither had anything to do, and easy for our parents to agree because it was school related. He came over to my house and we went down to my basement. We laid out all the needed materials, glue, stickers, poster board, glitter glue sticks. I felt like I was in kindergarten all over again.

We went straight into our usual joking and kidding around. Light slaps on the arm were given; I wanted to touch him as much as possible. I knew that it was quite possibly the last time for me to ever do so. I couldn’t help but stare at his stick thin legs that had the most well defined muscles I had ever seen when he walked around. He had a habit of stretching upwards and exposing an inch or two of his muscular abdomen showing his smooth caramel skin every time he did so.

“What are you looking at?” He spoke out, breaking my train of thought, which was concentrating on how I could describe how his skin looked. He had a sparkle mischief in his eyes. I laughed lightly and shook my head slowly, muttering nothing under my breath. He laughed a deep manly laugh, smiling widely at my flustered response.

“Nothing?” he asks in a whisper as he backs my against a wall. His finger danced up my sides, slowing down as they glided over the sides of my breasts but continuing to my neck, brushing my long locks behind me. I was holding my breath, this could not be happening. I didn’t want to breathe, for fear that he would stop. He bent over and pressed his lips to my neck. I let out a breathy whimper. My knees went weak, but I steadied myself. His thick and luscious lips kissed down my neck and towards the low cut neckline of my shirt. His hands travelled up my shirt, and he stood up. His full height, at such a close range, made me bend my neck all the way back so I could see him. His hands guided me with him to the couch. He sat down and placed me beside him. I didn’t make a move, to frightened that it would all just be a dream.

His hands moved in slow motion, taking off my shirt, revealing my favorite lacy red bra. He let out a primitive growl before pushing me back and letting his kisses explore my stomach and chest. I stayed silent, but was wanted to tell him that it was okay, he didn’t need to kiss my stomach. I think he felt the tension because he brought himself up, kissed my lips tenderly, and told me that he thought I was beautiful. My whole body relaxed and I tilted my chin up, reaching his thick lips and our lips pressing together gave me the most wonderful feeling. Our lips parted and our tongues met, allowing for explosions to take place. The very definition of fireworks.

He pulled away, but before I could protest he put his mouth over one of my nipples. His tongue swirling around over the lace made my nipple harden at attention. His hand went to work on my other breast. I didn’t expect someone his age, to be so attentive. He knew just the right way to touch me.

He kissed his way down to the top of my jeans. He smiled that mischievous smile once again. I gave him a quizzical look. His fingers undid the button then he winked at me as he took the zipper into his mouth and unzipped my jeans. I let out a small laugh, it was so perfect. It was so him. It was the definition of what he was. I lifted my hips up and let him pull my jeans down to my ankles then take them off completely and throw them on the floor next to us. Before he did anything he stood up. I started to apologize figuring that now that he saw what he was really getting himself into he didn’t want to, but luckily I didn’t say anything because he was just taking off his shirt and pants. He laid down on top of me. His skin was the color of a deep rich caramel. I kissed his shoulder, parting my lips and tasting his skin. He tasted just as delicious as I thought he would. His fingers worked their way underneath the band of my red boyshorts.

His hand ran up and down my mound. His middle finger slid into my hot wet slit easily. I bit my lip and suppressed a tiny moan. I had imagined this moment, dreamed about, but my dreams couldn’t compare to the feeling of his finger sliding slowing inside of me. I pushed my pelvis downward, pressuring him to go furthering in me. But he only slipped the very tip of his finger into me, teasing me mercilessly. Once again that perfect smile grew upon his face. I felt a smile break through on my face too. My eyes were filled with lust though, and he saw that. He lowered his lips down to mine, and plunged his finger within me. While our tongues played, so did his finger, pushing itself in and out of my wet hole. His thumb rolled around my sensitive clit. I moaned into his mouth as my climax was building. I could feel it. My whole chest rose upwards, pressing against his rock hard chest. My hands wrapped around his shoulders and pressed him into me as his hand pumped faster and faster into me. His thumbs swirled around my clit and my hips bucked as my eyes closed. I inhaled quickly then breathily whispered, “Oh, I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” My body shuddered as he continued to glide his finger in and out of me. I lay back down, collapsing backwards onto the couch. He took his finger out of me, dripping with my juices. He brought his finger up to his lips, pausing slightly to wink at me before licking it clean. A primitive growl of content was emitted from his throat.

I licked my lips and smiled. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I sat up, we maneuvered ourselves so that he was lying on the couch, and his head propped up. I kneeled on the floor and pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang out to attention, I bit my lip. His cock was just perfect, a little over six inches. I got closer and wrapped my hand around his cock. The weight of his cock felt perfect in my hand. I hovered over his cock, my breath hot on him. I opened my lips more and slipped the head into my mouth. My tongue slowly ran circles over the tip of his cock. I ran my mouth further down his shaft, then back up. His fingers laced their way through my hair, guiding my head up and down quicker and quicker.

His hands lifted my head up and our eyes connected, we both saw the lust within each other. I stood up and he moved his hips so I could place one of my legs on either side of him. I lowered myself down on him, allowing him to enter me. The girth of his cock was more than I had ever experienced, it filled me completely. I had to go slowly to make it hurt less. My juices aided him in entering me. I lowered myself down until his whole cock was inside of me. I grinded my hips into his, savoring every little movement. Every nerve in my body was alive. His hands firmly gripped my waist, and he started moving me up and down. The muscles in his arms flexed with every movement. His face looked much more serious than ever before. I started bouncing up and down on my own; his hands left my side and went up my sides to my breasts. His fingers rolled my nipples around, they kept at it even though my breasts were bouncing up and down as I bounced on his cock. I could feel my climax building once again. My hands went up over his, keeping them on my breasts. I stopped bouncing, but he then gave little thrusts upwards. The small motion was too much for me to take.

“Oh, oh god. Fuck me. Yes. Stone, fuck me. Oh fuck.” My pussy pulsed around his cock. A powerful orgasm rushed like a river through my body. He sat upwards and wrapped his arms around me, lying me on my back on the couch, my legs wrapped around him. He pushed his cock in and out of my dripping pussy, faster and faster.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispered to me, looking for what I would say.

“I want you to cum inside of me. I need you to cum inside of me,” I said back. It must have been what he wanted to hear because each thrust after that was more and more powerful. A few thrust later I could feel him squirt his hot cum inside of me. His mouth opened as he grunted, his cum filling my pussy. After he was done he slid out of me and laid close next to me, holding me so I didn’t fall off the edge of the couch. I reached down to my pussy, my lips tender from the wonderful fucking I just got. I dipped two of my fingers inside of my pussy, when I took them out they were covered in a combination of our love juices. I licked my fingers clean and let out a sexy little moan, “delicious” I say before giving him a small kiss. I rest my head against his chest, letting my fingers play through his perfect chest hair. I kiss his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair.

I heard footsteps upstairs, my mom was home. We both jumped up, pulling our clothes on in record time. The door to the basement opened, “You guys need anything?” my mom shouted down. “No, we’ve got everything we need down here, thank you,” he shouted back up as he walked closer to me, kissing me softly on the lips. “Okay, you guys have fun,” my mom shouted back down before closing the door. “Fun?” he said to me, “I think we can manage that.”
31 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-08-04 20:27:53
very hot I hope you continue the story

Bill69billReport

2014-07-15 21:16:49
A cock of stone must be great

anonymous readerReport

2011-09-18 15:36:01
I'm so glad that the internet allwos free info like this!

JustoldbillReport

2009-11-09 08:35:01
I just re reaad this after having seen your new picture post. In short: I'm a big fan! Your writing turned me on before but now to have a visual to go along with it is near perfection. I look forward to experiencing more of your gift in the future. Thank you.me

Anonymous readerReport

2009-05-02 00:37:14
I like it! But it didnt get me off. It was more like alil how we fell inlove story. Then a sex story. But I still liked it!! =]

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