My tricks with the girls just got more interesting every day. It was just after second hour the next morning when Chloe walked up to me at my locker, grabbed me by the shirt and in front of all the other kids said, "Dorsey, I swear to God you have got to fuck me now."
Some of the people stared at us with their mouths hanging open. The others just split.
"I have to what?" I said, just to hear her say it again.
Chloe leaned closer to me and spoke almost in a whisper.
"You left me all worked up last night. I am so fucking horny you would not believe what I am capable of doing right now We need to finish what we started. If I don't get your cock inside me I'm going to kill someone and you don't want to piss me off because I might start with you."
I grinned. It was fun when she was aggressive.
"So let's skip next hour and drive back to my house," I said. I put my hand around her waist and slid it down to her ass.
"Fuck that idea," she said in a sharp voice. A lot of people turned to look, and I winced. Her hand moved down my front and rubbed the lump in the front of my jeans. "I don't have that kind of time. You gotta do it to me now, or never again."
"I'm cool with that. Where do you wanna go?"
She grabbed my hand and pulled.
"I know a place. Come on."
She dragged me by my arm up the stairs. The hallways emptied just before the bell rang to tell us that we were late for class. I was probably going to have to serve detention for skipping class. For what I was about to get, I'd gladly take a week of detention.
At the top of the stairs I saw where she was headed. We were in the senior locker hallway and the senior girls rest room was right around the corner. But coming in the other direction was Mr. Brown, the Mythology teacher. Chloe headed straight for the rest room, so she must not have seen him. I grabbed her wrist with my free hand and yanked her back to me.
"What the hell?" she said.
Mr. Brown was watching us. I watched him back out of the corner of my eye. I slipped my hand around Chloe's slim waist and pulled her firmly against my body. She looked up at me with wide, shocked eyes. Without a doubt, she could feel the hard ridge of my cock against her soft, flat belly. I kissed her.
Chloe tried to say something, calling me a bunch of unpleasant names. She couldn't get the words out, though, because my tongue was deep in her mouth.
"Break it up, guys," Mr. Brown said.
He was the laid back type, way too laid back to enforce discipline. And the way he said it sounded like he only did because he had to.
Chloe pulled away, leaving a string of saliva that connected our lips until it broke.
"Hi Mr. Brown," she said with a big smile.
He kept walking like he didn't even notice. She frowned. When she looked at me, I must have had a puzzled look on my face.
"What?" she said.
"Nothing."
She pulled my hand again.
"Come on. Let's do this. And don't think that kissing me is going to make me fall in love with you or any of that shit."
I followed her into the senior girl's rest room. I shouldn't say followed because she dragged me faster than I could walk, like a small dog on a short leash.
The rumors I heard about the senior girl's rest room on the second floor was that it was where the sluts went to smoke their cigarettes and fix their makeup, either before or after they screwed one of the guys, but mostly after. I could smell the cigarette smoke before we went in, which made me wonder, if I could smell it, couldn't the teachers smell it as well?
There were two other girls in the rest room already. Only one of them had a cigarette. They both had black hair, one long, one short, both had pierced tongues and eyebrows, and both were wearing a lot of black clothes and black nail polish and heavy eye liner. They broke apart as soon as we came in, like they were in the middle of kissing. The girl with the short black hair rolled her eyes.
"Chloe. What the hell. Why do you gotta bring a guy in here?" she said.
"Shut the fuck up, Eva. Why do you gotta bring your girlfriend in here?" Chloe said.
"You two are girlfriends? Can I watch you make out?" I said.
All three girls looked right at me.
"Shut up," they said in unison.
Eva, the girl with the short black hair, pointed at me.
"You brought this boy in here to fuck him, didn't you? Jesus Chloe, you are so fucking gross."
Chloe laughed. "Oh, and sticking your tongue down your girlfriend's throat isn't gross?"
"I think its kinda hot," I said.
"Shut up," they all said again.
Eva grabbed her girlfriend's hand.
"Come on, Fix. Let's get out of here so I don't have to listen to them fuck," she said.
They walked out of the rest room looking at us with hatred in their eyes.
"Who was that?" I said when they were gone.
Chloe was watching the door like they might come back, and she was fuming. She shook her head.
"She's a bitch. Both of them are, her and her dyke girlfriend. She's on my volleyball team."
"Isn't Amber the team captain?"
"Yeah."
"Why doesn't she kick her off?"
Chloe sighed. "She's got the best set and spike on the team."
She opened the handicapped stall.
"Let's do it in here. There's more room.."
I went in behind her and closed the door.
"Am I the first guy you brought in here?" I said.
Chloe put her hands on her hips.
"That's none of your business. Now get your pants off."
She unbuttoned the front of her tight jeans, pulled the zipper down and wiggled them down to her knees. She was wearing thong panties with a thing strip that disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. She pushed that down to her knees as well and bent forward, leaning on a small shelf with her elbows.
I stared at her ass the whole time I unzipped my own jeans and pulled out my cock. Chloe was looking back over her shoulder.
"Jesus Dorsey. That thing makes me nervous every time I see it."
Her back curved down and her ass pushed out, as if she was inviting me to stick my cock into her. I put my hand on her ass and she flinched like I had stung her with an electric shock. I rubbed the head of my dick on her pussy and she moaned. I pushed the head in and she grunted and tried to push herself away. I put both hands on her hips and pulled her back.
"Shit Dorsey. Don't go so fast. We got time," she said.
She was right. I eased my grip on her waist. More than half of my cock was inside her. I gave her a break to adjust to its size. She would let me know when she was ready to take more of it.
I pumped slowly with my hips. She was deliciously tight, as tight as last night, as tight as any other time I had the pleasure of stretching her pussy with my cock.
"What class do you have right now?" I said. I pushed up the back of her shirt and unhooked the clasps that held her bra together.
"Hm? What'd you say?" she said, and lifted her head from her arms.
"What class are you supposed to be at?"
"I got ... uh, I got ... uh, history."
She was starting to rock with me. My cock was starting to ease deeper into her cunt, a bit at a time.
"I got American Government," I said.
Her tits were free of her bra. I reached around with one hand and squeezed, which made her moan softly.
"Mr. Hand, he's a pretty cool teacher. You got him for any classes?" I said. She didn't answer. "He'd kick my ass if he knew I was skipping class to fuck you. I don't know what would piss him off more, that I was skipping his class or that I was fucking you."
"Mmm," was all she said.
I loved to look at a girl's pussy when I was fucking her. I especially liked the way her pussy lips had to stretch so much to fit around my cock. And I liked how I could drive girls crazy with really long, slow strokes.
I think Chloe was feeling it. The side of her face and her shoulder were pressed against the tile wall, like I was flattening her with my slow, deep pushing.
"So, what's your job like?" I said.
"Ok," she said in a muffled voice. I think her drool was running down the tile.
"What about the volleyball team? Who do you guys play next?" I said.
I think she tried to answer. What I heard, though, was "Mmm." I couldn't blame her. I was pushing my cock deep into her, until she flinched, which meant I was as deep as I was going to get, then I slowly pulled it back out and started again.
Chloe was special. She could take more of me than the other girls, and she could take it longer.
"Oh fuck," she said, mumbling into the sleeve of her shirt.
"Are you feeling it?" I said.
"Fuck yeah," she said.
I started pumping harder and faster. It was great when I could make a girl cum. It was even better when I could spill my seed inside her at the same time.
She was grunting and moaning and her warm, sweaty body trembled in my hands. I was sweating, too. I could feel the droplets trickling down my back.
"Oh God ... oh fuck ... oh God," Chloe groaned.
Her head was down and she was squeezing the edge of the shelf so tight her knuckles had turned white. Her back undulated. Her pussy clamped around my cock and squeezed tighter and tighter, holding it in place so it would no longer slide in and out. I pushed my self as deep as I could go, with her soft ass against my bare belly, and I was cumming.
I grunted and my cum flooded her channel, thick and hot, I could tell. My toes curled in my shoes and my whole body convulsed again and again.
Chloe let out a weak squeal and went limp in my hands. I had to hold her up to keep her from falling to the floor. I pulled her away from the shelf and stood her upright. She was on her tiptoes, almost completely off the floor. It was as if my cock was holding her up. I slid my hands up her waist to her boobs and bent my head forward to lick the side of her neck.
"Stop it, Dorsey. Don't get started with that kissing shit," she said with a sigh. She pushed her hips back and wiggled on my cock, like she wasn't done getting fucked.
"Tell me about Mr. Brown. Are you his girlfriend this year?" I said.
She made a disgusted sound. "I wish."
"You're not?"
"No. Faye is. She's such a bitch."
"Why did he choose her?" I said.
I was squeezing her boobs and she put her hands over mine.
"I swear to God I don't know. After last year I was so fucking sure he would choose me."
"What happened last year?"
I set her down on the floor. She bent forward and put one hand on the tile wall and reached back to her ass with her other hand.
"Are you gonna leave that God damn thing in me all day?" she said.
"I might. You fell really good. So what happened last year?"
She sighed. "I stayed late after school one day and gave him the best blowjob of my life. I was sure that would do it."
"That would have done it for me."
