I was a relatively late bloomer. My sex life only began in my senior year, when my time at secondary school was nearing its end. Unfortunately for me, bright students are not always popular or confident, and for most of my schooling I had not had any significant success with the opposite sex.
Bookishness aside, I was not unattractive. I had thick, dark brown hair that reached my shoulders, and a neat goatee on my chin. My most distinguishing features were my piercing blue eyes and my stature, being a little over six foot tall. Admittedly, I could have stood to lose a few pounds, but I carried myself well all the same. Although many men would be inclined to exaggerate, I suspect I was on the smaller size down — but it's not how big it is, it's where you put it, as they say.
I didn't lose virginity until I was eighteen, and then the floodgates opened and I couldn't get enough. This and the chapters that follow detail the exploits across my senior year of secondary school. I'll save the story of losing my virginity for later, however, because the story that follows is a better representation of my sexual awakening.
Readers may be surprised to learn that the vast majority of my sexual exploits took place in school — on campus. When you're a senior you get more privileges, including more study breaks and more time alone. I suspect that other students were having a lot more sex than me — both in and out of school — and because I was never invited to parties, school was the only place I could really be alone with a girl.
At school I was surrounded by female students and staff, which provided me with many subjects for masturbatory fantasies. I would orgasm at least twice a day thinking about other students and teachers, but one student featured more regularly than most: Maya.
Maya was attractive in an unconventional sense. She had bushy auburn hair, slightly bucked teeth, small breasts, and a long face that reminded me ever so slightly of a horse. But she also had beautiful deep brown eyes, a cute smile, voluptuous lips, and a lithe body with long, naturally-tanned legs.
I knew about Maya's legs thanks to the school's uniform — a light blue blouse and a dark blue plaid skirt that most of the girls, including Maya, wore well above the knee.
The short skirts came in handy for more than merely admiring the girls' legs.
During a particularly dull mathematics class being taught by the equally dull Ms Johnson, I was seated directly behind Maya. She suddenly stood up and leaned over her desk to pass a pencil to the student seated in front of her. Her skirt rode up over her thighs and revealed her pink lace panties. Gemma, the student sitting next to her, responded quickly to Maya's unintentional display of immodesty, but it was too late; I had seen plenty.
The sight of Maya's panties only served to feed my daydreams. I longed to put my hands on her perfect thighs, to feel her soft, smooth, spongy flesh, and to move my hands upward, under her skirt. But that longing was merely fuel for my fantasies.
A few weeks after that incident, I asked my history teacher for permission to use a computer lab during lunchtime. The computer labs were usually off limits at lunch, but the library was ironically too loud and busy to get much work done. Ms Webster was compliant and issued a permission slip in case another teacher tried to evict me from the lab.
When I arrived at the lab, I was surprised to find another student inside, bent over at one of the computers that sat on the desk that lined the room's walls. I instantly recognised Maya by her bushy hair and lovely legs. I paused a moment to admire her legs and the way her skirt was pulled taut over her bottom, emphasising her curvature. If only I had a camera!
My member twitched and I instinctively brushed it with the back of my hand. I wished I could take it out and stroke myself.
Eventually I stepped inside and allowed the door to swing shut behind me. It made a soft thump that caused Maya to turn her head and look at me. She smiled.
"Hey!" Maya said, straightening up and turning to face me properly.
"Hey Maya."
"If you've come here to do work, I'm not sure you'll get much done," she warned. "The computers don't seem to be working. This is the second one I've tried ... Wait, you're good with computers; maybe you could take a look for me?"
"Sure," I said, and began to approach her. I felt myself stiffen considerably. It was difficult to take my eyes off her, but the longer I looked the harder I became. Being alone with her wasn't helping either.
I was relieved to make it to the desk, where I could bend over to avoid her seeing the growing bulge in the front of my trousers.
"The computers are on," she said, indicating a glowing light on the front of the computer, "but the screens aren't working. I've tried wiggling the mouse and pressing the keys, but nothing happens."
I idly tapped a few keys to confirm, not quite sure what I was expecting to happen. Nothing happened when I pressed the power button on the monitor either.
"I'm pretty sure these are new screens," I said. "I wonder if ..."
I leaned over the edge of the desk and peered around the back. My throbbing member rubbed against the hard edge of the desk and I shivered. Now was really not the best time for an erection, but I thought maybe I'd be able to tug myself off under a desk when she wasn't looking.
As I straightened up, I hoped that we were close enough that she wouldn't look down.
"I feel so stupid! Thanks for working that out," she said, flashing me a smile with those thick lips. She really was cute.
"You're welcome," I smiled back, looking into her beautiful eyes.
I don't know what came over me, but I plunged.
I grabbed Maya by her firm buttocks with both hands and pulled her close, pressing my member against her, and planted a kiss on her lips. She went rigid and tried to pull away, but I kept my lips locked firmly on hers.
I dropped my right hand to her thigh, feeling for the hem of her skirt. My hand moved under her skirt and slowly stroked her soft thigh, moving millimetre by millimetre higher.
As I moved my hand up her thigh, her resistance melted. Maya opened her mouth and our tongues danced.
I wrapped my arm around her leg and began caressing her inner thigh, continuing ever higher. I could feel the heat radiating off her other thigh as the gap between her legs narrowed. A drop of fluid rolled over my hand. She was wet already.
The side of my hand finally touched fabric. I pressed against her labia through her panties. Maya moaned as I varied the pressure, and I could feel the material moistening.
I moved my hand back to her outer thigh and felt for the waistband of her panties. I slipped a finger inside the elastic and ran along it until my finger brushed a soft tuft of pubic hair. I worked my hand down the front of her panties and edged toward her lady parts. Maya let out another moan as I gently massaged her pubic mound.
"Do it," she whispered hoarsely.
I moved my hand further into her panties and extended my middle finger, running it along her slit. Maya shivered. I inserted my finger between her labia and pushed it inside her. She gasped. I wiggled my finger and started sliding it in and out of her.
We kissed again, her breathing heavy.
After a few minutes of writhing around my finger, Maya grabbed my wrist and guided my hand out of her panties. She caught her breath and smiled, dropping my hand and starting to unbutton her blouse.
"They're not the biggest, but I think you'll like them all the same," she said.
Her blouse fell open to reveal a pink lace bra. I wondered if her panties matched and hoped I'd find out.
I put my hands on Maya's hips and slid them up her body to her bra straps, stroking the sides of her small breasts through the lace. Maya unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, revealing her erect nipples.
I admired her breasts briefly, taking in their soft, perky curves, then started stroking them again. I gave each a little squeeze, though they were barely a handful each, and played with her nipples, before leaning in to kiss her breasts and give each nipple a gentle suck.
