After that evening on the beach I knew my life would never be the same, but I was surprised by how quickly things changed. People immediately seemed to notice a difference in me, my whole demeanor had changed. The ever-present shyness that had crippled me socially for so long had disappeared overnight, leaving behind a confidence that allowed me to walk tall, speak my mind, stand up for myself. I liked the new me. Others seemed to appreciate the changes as well.
I was a senior in high school. It was early June and there were only a couple of weeks of classes left. I owned those two weeks, making up for four years of being invisible.
It became apparent to me that guys have some sort of radar that notifies them when a girl "puts out", because boys who hadn't spoken to me in years were striking up conversations and unabashedly flirting with me during that first Monday back in school.
I was unsure how to handle the attention at first. I even resented it for the first day or two, thinking to myself that these assholes had a lot of nerve expecting anything from me after ignoring me for years. Then two realizations changed my perspective. First, I knew that I had only myself to blame for my invisibility. I had never made much of an effort to fit in. Second, it dawned on me that I could take full advantage of my newfound popularity and really get to know a few of the guys I had been fantasizing about over the years.
At the top of my list was Ethan Jamison. He was the star running back, senior class president and the head cheerleader's boyfriend. I honestly didn't care whose boyfriend he was. I wasn't concerned with relationships and I didn't want to date him, I just wanted to fuck him.
EJ, unlike your typical popular jock, was actually a pretty nice guy. Not overly cocky or conceited, surprisingly easy to talk to. Equally easy to seduce.
I caught up with him the first time in the hall between classes. After a little small talk and a lot of flirting we went our separate ways. The next opportunity I had was a few days later. I had stayed late to discuss my college plans with my guidance counselor; EJ had been taking advantage of the weight room.
I was walking down the hall when I noticed him about 25 feet in front of me as he entered the boy's locker room. I stopped when I reached the door and listened to hear if he was talking to anyone. I couldn't hear any voices coming from inside, only the sound of the shower running.
I glanced around to make sure I wouldn't be seen and entered the room, sliding the lock into place once I was inside. My previous actions have obviously proven that I wasn't against a group session, but I preferred that this be a one-on-one consultation.
He was standing in the open shower with his back to me, hands pressed against the tiles in an "against the wall and spread 'em" stance. He didn't seem to notice my presence, probably assuming that another male had entered if he'd even heard the door at all.
I moved toward him silently, my whole body tingling with excitement. My panties were soaking wet before I got anywhere near the him. When I was standing directly behind him, close enough to touch, I nearly chickened out. If he hadn't smelled so damn good, if I hadn't wanted him so badly, I definitely would have bolted.
I moved in closer and reached around his body, grasping his limp penis in my right hand while running my left hand over his back and ass.
"What the fuck!?!" he shouted as he whirled around to see who had manhandled him. "Sonuvabitch! I'll kick your fuckin'... Erin!?! What the hell are you doing?"
"Aww relax, Eth. I just thought I'd give you a hand, don't be angry. I didn't mean to scare you." I said, as stepped toward him, gazing into his eyes and licking my lips as I dropped to my knees in front of him. "You want my help, don't you? I can clearly see that at least one part of you appreciates my attention." I whispered, once again gripping his now hardening cock and gently drawing him closer to me.
"Erin, I can't...Ashlee will kill...we can't do thi..."
His words dissolved as I wrapped my lips around his cock, swallowing him until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. It didn't take him long to forget all about his precious Ashlee and really get into it. His fingers tangled into my wet hair and he slumped against the wall, panting and groaning as his cock continued to swell to it's full 8 1/2 inches.
I let his dick slip from between my lips. "If I let you cum in my mouth will you be able to keep it up?" I asked, genuinely concerned that I may not get what I had come for.
"As many times as you want me." he stated matter-of-factly.
I licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock while cupping his testicles in my right hand. "Promise?"
"Oh my god, Yes! I swear." he grunted as I tightened my grip on his balls.
