As my High School career comes to an end in a few days, I’ve begun to reminisce about the good old days. First off you need to know about me. The name? Trouble. It’s long story. Ever since day one, I’ve been a lover of females. Never did I have a stage where girls were gross. I pretty much knew they had something I wanted. And what Daddy wants, daddy gets.
So strap yo self in, and get ready for a trip down memory lane……
It was May. Right as it started to get warm enough to party at night without loosin a nad to frostbite. Like it had 3 fucking million times before, the alarm blared right in my ear. I woke up half an hour later with morning wood and a smirk. Shit, I had plans for tonight.
Now I don’t mean to say that I run things, but I do well enough. My crew, well, it just ain’t a party without us. If kids wanted to party right, they hit us up. We had the means to make every person in the house forget that night. An we’re not talkin beer or vodka. We party rock star. Alize, Hennessay, Corvousier, an Remy just to drop a few names.
This was a regular weekend for us, another party, another house. I figured this might be a good time to break in a new female. She had it all right, in all the right places. I liked to work my game straight up, so I didn’t bull shit the ladies. They know what you want when you come and get them. So I just tell them the truth. Her name was Nikki. Damn that girls was fine. 5’5” and curves that needed hazard warnings . She had this walk that could convince a the pope that he needed to reconsider celibacy. Her flawless skin and light brown hair were offset perfectly by these eyes. She looked like an angel, but those eyes were pure devil, green and beautiful.
As I sped down the freeway towards school, my cock reminded me that it was Friday. He was anticipating the night as much as I was. But nothing comes between me and a good blunt, so as was habit, I sparked up my breakfast. The periods passed quickly, weed and sleep has that affect on school. Soon enough it was time for lunch. Time to put the ball in play. I cruised down the hall, searchin for the ass that kept me up all week.
Just then tunnel vision hit, and there she was. Blazed off my ass, I sauntered over to her, making sure to never to break eye contact. As I neared her, I surveyed her body. Her caramel skin was flawless and almost begged to be stroked, kinda like my dick at that point. Her non-existent mini skirt only made her legs look even more belonging wrapped around my back. I could just picture it, bodies gleaming with sweat, her tits bouncing all in my face as I pounded her deep, screaming, steaming, wet, hot, sex, all mixed up with Alize and bass from downstairs. Her voice brought me back to reality.
“ Hey Jake,” her voice almost begged.
I was jolted back to reality. “ Hey yourself” I responded and smiled.
There was a silence, as she looked at me and I looked back. She looked down, as if she was suddenly embarrassed. There was no way I could ignore what she did next, her eyes were right back at mine, and she was biting her lip with “the Look”. This is a long practiced female tactic. It’s the “I just fell out of the I wanna suck your dick tree and hit every branch on the way down” look.
I figured what the hell, might as well just get to the point. I did the LL Cool J lip-lick and smiled. “ So what time am I pickin you up tonight?” I asked, lacing my voice with as much sex as I could.
She laughed, “original, I like that.” Then the silence again. “ whenever you want,” she smiled and resumed the Look .
2 points for the home team. I figured I might as well push my luck. “ So do you just want to go make out in the bathroom or somethin, and skip the sexual tension?” I joked….(kinda)
Another laugh, great smile, I thought to myself. “Shit, boy, you got to earn this, you ain’t getting me that easy,” she shot back with the attitude that only she could produce.
“ We’ll see,” I said and against every muscle I my body, walked away.
I still don’t know how I did it. The rest of the day crawled by, as the weed had worn off and I could do nothing but think of it, and her , and the Look. Somehow, by an act of God I surmised, school ended. I grabbed my binder and headed for the door, and freedom. Walking down the hall, I was met by my boy English. Instantly he was flooding me with names, and numbers and other info for the night’s activities. And I was listening, I was. But everything he said blanked out in one instant.
Nikki was walking towards me, and the walk alone was killin me. I was forced to listen to everything English and to say to avoid my little soldier coming to attention in front of the entire school. Her perfect tits bounced in rhythm with her strides. But even still, I maintained eye contact, and my soldier wasn’t going down without a fight. She walked right between English and myself, and faced me. Holy shit, please, think of something that doesn’t involve her naked, my mind screamed. She threw her arms around me just as English interrupted “ Uh…. So can I finish?“ he inquired.
“ You can have him later, right now he’s mine,” She replied with a sexy look at me.
“ Jake?” English questioned.
“ The lady has a point. E, call my cell when you get out to Brain’s, and don’t forget to pick up Ty,” I answered as Nikki pulled me down the hall with her.
Who was I to refuse her? “ So what’s this about me being yours?” I enquired mischievously.
“ You’re givin me a ride home.”
Not what I had in mind. But hey, work with what you’ve got. I figured this would be a great time to place a seed in her mind, and hopefully between those thighs.
