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High School Nerd - Thursday
Lacey:
Last class of the day. It could not end soon enough! Looking up and down the large wall of shelving I wonder where those anatomy charts are. Mr Bumstead said they were on the seventh row, fifth shelf up from the bottom. That is clearly not correct. Nothing but American historical maps in that slot. This resource room is huge and finding the charts that I am looking for is like looking for a needle in a haystack. There doesn't seem to be any organizational structure to this mess. What kind of an idiot is Mr Bumstead, anyway. I am pissed!
I push the ladder down to the next row, and step up to look. As I reach the top step, I hear the door open and turn to see Henry, the school nerd, enter. "Hi, there." He says.
I turn back around and continue my search. Oh boy, Henry! This is just what I need. If he says anything to me, he will probably get under my skin. This is the fellow that the others in my cheer squad were talking about. No one wants anything to do with him. Then I remember. This is the fellow that Jasmine stood up for. She even indicated that she wanted to try kissing him. I turn around and take a second look at him. He doesn't look too bad, really. Not since he lost the Coke bottle glasses.
Henry walked past me, confidently reached into a shelf and pulled out what looked like some kind of flash cards. He must have known right where to look. He started to walk back to the door, but I became aware that he stopped at the foot of my ladder. "Perhaps I could help you find something?" he said looking up at me.
Quickly, I come down the ladder. He could have been looking right up my short skirt! I'll bet that is why he is smiling like that. "What are you looking for?" He said pleasantly.
"Anatomy charts," I said. Turning to look at him, I say, "Were you studying my anatomy, while I was up on the ladder?" Henry seems pleasant. I don't think he caught my barb. His striking, light blue eyes look innocent enough. And when he smiles, he has these cute little dimples in his cheeks.
"Anatomy charts," he parrots back. "Oh. Is that for Mr Bumstead's class?" he asks.
"Yeah," I replied. He rubs his chin and I hear his fingers make a raspy sound on his stubble.
"Ah, yes." He says and turns to the shelves, talking to himself under his breath. He walks down a few steps, reaching up, he extracts a stack of laminated charts from the fifth row, seven shelves up. "Here you go," He says as he brings them to me.
"Thanks, Henry." I say, reaching for the charts, and brushing his hand. A startled look came over him with the contact, like he just felt a jolt.
"Oh," he says. "You know my name? You're Lacey, one of our cheerleaders, aren't you?"
"That's right." I reply, taking the charts from him.
"Then you know Jasmine? She is a friend of mine." He explains.
"Ahh, yes." I reply. Some of us have been wondering just how far Jasmine has gone with Henry. I decide to probe a little. "You mean like, friends with benefits?"
"What? Oh no. Not like that. We study together, sometimes."
He blushes pink at the suggestion. I chuckled at his denial. Moving up real close, I ask conspiratorially, "Have you two ever kissed?"
"What makes you ask that?" he says, looking down, avoiding my gaze. He sounds uncomfortable talking about it.
I decide to have a little fun. I step up and wrap my arms around him, pressing my lips to his. I give him an extended kiss. He doesn't falter, but kisses back. I feel his hands settle on my hips. Not bad. I pull back a moment and look into his face. He is startled and surprised, as expected, but he is far from being uncomfortable with the contact. In fact, he seems to like it a lot. I am vaguely aware that he has something hard in his pocket, as I feel it against my hip. I go back in for another kiss, this time pushing my tongue into his mouth. He doesn't hesitate, but meets me and caresses my tongue with his. He is really good at this! I am sure that he has experience, kissing like this!
While we are still locked together, I reach my hand down to find out what Henry has in his pocket. I am surprised by the bulge I find. It is in his crotch, not in his pocket. I squeeze his hard cock through his pants. I cannot believe it! Now I remember that Jazz had said that he is packing, but none of us believed her. How does she know these things? I pull my lips away from him and look into his eyes as I squeeze his cock again. The look in his eyes is interesting. He is smiling like he really likes it. I bring my hand up a few inches, and try to slip it down the front of his trousers. I feel him suck in his belly so that I can get my hand in under his belt. I soon run into a nice, hard cock down there. Getting hold of it, I give it a squeeze and just hold onto him. Henry moans pleasantly Every time that I give it a little squeeze, I feel him respond with a twitch. He does nothing to discourage me.
Eyes still locked together, I feel his hand coming up under my blouse, moving up towards my boobs. He is very gentle, exploring over the top of my bra. This is so unlike the football players, who grab a boob like a football, holding it like they are afraid of fumbling. I was bracing for this type of a grab, when his hand went under my shirt. Now I began to relax and enjoy it. Using my thumb, I make small circles, round and round, on the head of his penis. It slides easily which means he must have had some pre-cum seeping from the tip. His hips gyrate slightly in response.
Suddenly, he removed his hand. I did the same. We took a step back and just looked at each other, breathless. I am reluctant to stop what we have begun. Henry said, "We probably need to get back to our classes. I don't want to get you into trouble." I am touched that he is looking out for my welfare. This is nothing like the jocks that I am used to. Once you get them started, there is no stopping until you get them to cum, one way or another.
I said, "Can I meet you after school, someplace?"
"Sure," he replied. "Shall we meet at your locker?"
"OK," I say. "See you at my locker at 3:15."
Before going back to class, I had to stop by the ladies room and wipe. My pussy had become wet and it felt squishy when I walked. Mr Bumstead raised an eyebrow when I entered his classroom. "The charts were not where you said they would be. I had to do some looking." I said by way of explanation. I hand him the charts and take my seat, and I can't get my mind off of Henry. There is some kind of strange magnetism to him. I can hardly wait to see him after school.
As soon as school is dismissed, I head to my locker. I feel nervous anticipation, waiting for Henry. Using the mirror that I have mounted in my locker, I check my makeup and open a couple of buttons at the top of my blouse. I am wet again, thinking about kissing and making out with Henry. I wish we could go all the way. What if he doesn't show up? He might get cold feet. Where can we go? I will take him into a stall in the girls bathroom, if I have to. I didn't have to wait long. Out of nowhere, Henry appears at my side and slips his arm around my waist. "So you still want to see me?" He asks. I look up into his twinkling eyes and I am hooked.
"You bet," I reply. "But where can we go? I would say let's go to my house, but my mom is home and my little brother."
"I might know a place," he replies. He takes me by the hand and leads me down the hallway."
"Where are you taking me?" I ask, a little worried. Henry hardly seems like the ax murderer type, but I can't imagine what he has in mind.
"Nowhere, really. I know a place right here in this school."
We end up going into the rear of the auditorium, and turn to go up some narrow, steep stairs. At the top of the stairs we stop at a door and Henry tries the knob. It is locked. Now what? But Henry has a plan. Fishing in his pocket, he extracts a key, and inserts it into the lock. With a click the lock turns and the door creaks open, revealing a dark space. Entering through the door, there is a loud click from an ancient light switch, and a faint light illuminates the space with a yellowish glow. This is in contrast to the bright blue lights throughout the rest of the school. Henry closes the door behind me, inserts his key and re-locks the door. "Welcome to my lair," he says with a laugh.
Looking around, I see that it is a storage room, piled high with boxes, extra furniture and stuff. "How is it that you have a key to this place?" I inquire.
"Sometimes I run the stage lights and curtains from up here. One time when I was given the key, I went to the hardware store and made my own copy and returned the original. Once in a while, I come up here to study, when the library is full or not available. Now that we are here, what do you want to do?"
I say, "Well, I want to undress you and jump your bones, but I guess I better take it easy or I might scare you away."
Henry chuckles, then says, "I like the way you think." Then, he moves up to me, puts his arms around me, and pulls me in for a kiss. He is gentle, and I close my eyes. It is not hard to imagine we are standing outside at twilight, with stars twinkling overhead. He holds me close and I feel his hard body and notice his clean, masculine scent. His arms are around my shoulders, his soft lips and my chest pressed into him. I wonder if he can feel my hard, puffy nipples pressing into him. The original fire that I felt in the resource room is rekindling within me.
When we pull apart, I felt like he took all the air out of my lungs with him. He looks into my eyes and strokes my hair. I never felt so loved, so safe and secure. His touch is gentle, yet purposeful. His eyes are bright and dance with the joy of being alive. You can almost see the intelligence in his eyes. His lips are parted slightly and still moist from our kiss. I could stand here and look at him forever. Then he pulls me to his chest and envelops me in his arms and just holds me tight. He says, "You feel so warm and soft. I love to just hold you like this. We fit like we belong together."
I feel like I want more of him. Pulling back, I begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, starting at the top. When I get to the bottom, he shrugs his shirt off, letting it pool on the floor. Then, he reaches over, catches my top by the hem, and deftly pulls it over my head. My hair gets mussed, so I shake it out and comb it out with my fingers. He reaches over and puts his hands on the top of my shoulder, and slides them down the outside of my arm. "Wow," he says. "So beautiful!" I feel him consume me with his eyes.
I step closer to Him and place my palms on his chest. I am surprised to see his firm chest muscles. "Henry," I call out in surprise. "Do you work out?" I never took him to be a gym rat.
He chuckles and replies, "No. The gym is not my scene. I do run a little. Well, quite a bit, I guess. It's a good stress reliever. But I just have good genes, I guess." He reaches over and runs his hand from my shoulder, down my chest, and over my bra. "Do you mind if I take this off?" He asks, a little breathless. Truth be told, I can hardly wait to get the damned thing off of me! The heat in my body feels like it could melt an iceberg. No one has ever made me feel like this. My desire for him extends all the way up and down my body, like a physical thing.
In answer to his inquiry, I turn around, pull my long hair to the side, exposing the clasp. He unfastens my bra strap like a pro. I turn around to face him and remove my bra, feeling my boobs spring free as I pull it away and toss it. Now I can almost feel his excitement. Reflexively, I look down over my breasts to see what he sees. I have to admit, they look pretty good, since I am aroused. I note that my nipples are puckered up and protruding, even more than is usual. They look so kissable, so succulent like this. Henry must think so too. After worshiping them for a moment, he tentatively takes one of my tits in his hand and hefts it. Bending down, he kisses first one, then the other. I can feel his warm breath over my cool skin. The final kiss he plants right on a nipple. The light kiss makes lightning strike. The electric jolt runs all the way down through my abdomen and into my pussy. My whole body aches to be filled up with him.
Taking my other tit in his hand, he bends and puts the nipple and areola in his mouth. He doesn't suck hard, just enough to hold it in place. Rough is not what I need, not yet. But the warm, wetness of his mouth is delightful, and I only wish he would go back to my first nipple.
We are both too aroused to tolerate having so many clothes on. Quickly, I squat down and unfasten his belt and pull the zipper down. Plunging my hand inside, I feel his tool. It seems to be all charged up and ready. Pulling it up, a couple inches protrude above the waist of his bright red boxers. The head just peeks out of his foreskin, like it is trying to have a look around. It is long, perfectly straight and slender. Just the kind that I like. As I am looking at it, a drop of pre-cum forms at the tip. It brings to mind a drop of dew in the early morning. Smiling up at Henry, I note that he is looking down in amazed fascination. With my fingertips, I pull his dick away from his belly a couple of inches, reach over and take just the tip into my mouth. The salty taste of the pre-cum sets my pussy on fire.
I take it out of my mouth and let the waistband of his underwear pull it back against his belly. The tip is still wet from my mouth. Henry has had enough of this, so he pushes his boxers and jeans down to the floor in one, fluid movement. He kicks them off to the side and out of the way. He stands before me, completely naked. His dick stands out straight and proud, only inches from my face. I would love to take him back into my mouth. I have always loved giving blow jobs. It gives me such a feeling of power over a man. But I can't stand a full load of cum in my mouth. Since Henry is inexperienced, he might not last much longer. I want to feel him in my pussy. I want him to spill his seed inside of me and not waste a drop.
Straightening back up, Henry springs into action. A wild animal seems to have awaken within him. He moves to push my skirt and panties down, both at the same time. I wiggle my hips to help them down. As he straightens, he runs his hands up the back of each thigh, to my buttocks. He grabs an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing and pulling my hips into him. I feel his hard cock press into my naked belly at the same time that his mouth claims mine. He kisses hard, now, almost savagely. I put my hands into his hair, pulling us firmly together and answer his lust by opening my mouth. His tongue lashes mine until I have to pull apart to gasp for air. He reaches over to me, taking my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently.
My body is positively buzzing with excitement. Finally pulling apart, I just want him inside of me. He reaches for me, and I am surprised as he easily scoops me off my feet and into his arms. Looking into his face, his desire is evident. He covers the distance to the old leather sofa in just a couple steps and gently settles me on my back. He does not waste any time and moves to lower himself onto me. "Easy, now, tiger!" I say to him and he halts, looking into my face. "You have a very long dick and I am not a large girl. I think I can handle you, but you need to take it slow and easy."
With a grunt and a nod, Henry moves again to get into the missionary position. I open my legs to accept him. As he approaches, I take his cock in my hand to guide him on his journey inside of me and, hopefully, to control him. I am struck, looking down, by just how large he is. My hand looks very small indeed wrapped around him. My fingers don't reach all the way around his girth, and my hand covers less than half his length. There are prominent veins running down his length. I think I can actually feel the pulse in his dick. The shiny head of his cock is protruding completely out of his foreskin and it is blue, almost purple in color.
Henry's cock parts my lips and I welcome him into the warm embrace of my vagina. I am surprised to see over half his length swallowed up inside of me. He groans in ecstasy and I feel great, knowing that I am bringing him such pleasure. Once I become accustomed to him inside of me, the fullness feels terrific. He kisses me, briefly, on the lips and begins to stroke in and out of me, very slowly, savoring the sensation. We move together as one in a dance that is as old as time. He moves very slowly at first, savoring the sensation. One of his hands finds my boob and he strokes it, then begins to knead it. I am aroused enough that I like it a little rough, now. He rolls my nipple between thumb and forefinger. Then he goes back to kneading my marshmallow breast. They are just a neat handful.
Soon he puts all his effort into thrusting. He varies the speed and angle, which feels delicious. I can feel his balls slap into my ass as he picks up the speed and intensity. A groan emanates from deep down his throat. I can feel his chest vibrate with the sound. Predictably, his cock begins to spasm, and I feel his warm wetness spilling inside of me, filling me. I grip him with my vagina, trying to milk the last drop of cum out of his balls. He strokes me with his dick for more than a dozen times before he is finally spent. He collapses down onto me. It feels very comfortable, laying so close like this. All in all, not a bad performance for a virgin? I don't know that for certain, but I am confident that he has very little experience with girls, that's for sure. We fit together like we are made for each other.
We do some post-coital cuddling and talking. Finally, getting up, it is a relief to get his weight off me. I sit up on one elbow and look at him and he at me. "Did you cum?" he asks.
That's touching. Most guys quickly leave after sex and don't even ask. "No," I reply. "But that's OK. Maybe next time."
Henry looks troubled. "What can I do? I feel bad to leave you, all wound up. How can I get you off?"
How sweet! "Well, I guess you could try some oral." I suggest. He looks down at my crotch, and I see a look of apprehension spread over his face. So he is one of those, can't stand to go down on a girl? "That's OK. I'll be alright." I say, disappointed.
"No!" he says. That seems to make him more anxious. "It's just that, well… you know… this is my first time. I don't know what to do down there. Would you, kinda show me?"
Oh! So he is a virgin! He did so well, that I wasn't completely sure. So I did beat Jasmine to him! "Sure, I'll help you." I turn my body towards him and open my legs and draw them up.
Henry kneels down at my crotch and just looks, in fascination. Then he traces a finger over my prominent mound, continuing an inch or so along my slit, down to where it disappears between my legs. Reaching down, I spread my inner labia for him. He just continues to look with an expression of awe on his face. The way he is looking, I expect him to go for a microscope pretty soon.
I look up at the ceiling, waiting. Then I feel his tongue. He is tentative and the touch is very light. I giggle and pull back. "That tickles!" I exclaim.
"Sorry," he says. He goes down again carefully, like he might break something. He applies strokes, a little more firmly this time. It's like he is trying to paint my left labia. "Go all over, not just the same place," I coach. His head bobs back up, and he looks at me quizzically. He goes down again, this time a hard stroke right over my clit. I was surprised, jumped, and let out a squeak.
He straightened back up, his eyes wide with surprise and horror. "Sorry," he says in a high voice. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He looks genuinely hurt, like a puppy who is scolded for chewing up a shoe.
This isn't going so well. Now I regret making him feel bad. Sitting up, I giggle a little at his fumbling, trying to put him at ease. I put my arms around him and give him a reassuring hug. "You didn't hurt me, you just went straight to my clitorious. It gave me a little shock, that's all."
"Can we try again?" he asked.
I can tell that he is a little anxious. "Not now. Maybe some other time. I think it would be easier for you to learn before you cum, when you and I are more aroused."
"I'm so sorry," he says.
"Don't worry. I assure him. I will give you a lesson another time. I would like it if you could just hold me, now. Can you do that?" Henry lay down behind me, spooning. I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as we lay together, quietly contemplating our lovemaking.
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