**All teens in this story are the legal age of consent.**
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Billy made sure to stay in highly populated areas where Holly and her friends wouldn't be able to easily get to him without being seen by teachers and security. Nothing happened in the early parts of his day bolstering his ego a tiny bit bringing a little bit of ease to his day. He shared an afternoon class with Holly finding some considerable anxiety returning as he took his seat. He looked over noticing that her seat next to the wall was empty as the other students filed into the classroom. With every student that entered taking a seat, Billy's anxiety rose until he was fit to be tied. Mr. Johnson walked in with what appeared to be the last of the students closing the door behind himself. Holly's large mitt stopped the door from closing as she pushed her way into class eliciting a small smattering of giggles and jeers. She was uncharacteristically dressed in a white Bohemian sundress that garnered even more snide comments from some of the female contingent in the classroom. Only Billy seemed to notice her massive, jiggling cleavage and the wedge sandals that added to her already imposing height.
The towering female behemoth made it a point of walking up the aisle that contained his desk causing a few grumbling students to accommodate her girth by moving their desks as she walked mutely to her seat. Her thigh brushed against Billy's letterman jacket as she passed leaving a faint scent of honeysuckle in the air. He leaned forward resting his head on his arms doing his best to stealthily look back at the subtle wave of her thick butt. The flow of her dress thwarted his plan but left him with enough visual stimulation to engorge his jeans. Holly silently took her seat moving an errant strand of hair behind her ear revealing a large butterfly earring. Billy just couldn't get over how girly Holly looked demonstrating a level of femininity no one would have ever expected her capable of in their wildest dreams. She single mindedly removed her textbook from her jean backpack flipping the pages until she was in line with everyone else. Billy couldn't deny the physical reaction that throbbed in his jeans as he stared longer than usual.
"Mr. Jefferson, would you like to join us for class or are you going to find everything you need to graduate in the side of Ms. Michaelson's head?" The teacher's verbal jibe caused the class to explode in spontaneous laughter. He jerked his head back but not before noticing Holly looking in his direction with the same expression as Mount. Rushmore.
"Sorry sir, won't happen again."
He managed to make it through the rest of class sneaking quick glances over at her hoping no one would notice. Billy felt a sort of embarrassing shame for his own behavior not knowing how to control his mounting curiosity and lust. Every time he stared, images of her naked body came rushing back confusing him further. "Holly Michaelson is not my type; she a big ass, heifer." He did his best to internally talk himself out of what was right in front of his face but his steel hard erection would not let the situation be.
Billy Jefferson wanted to fuck Holly Michaelson in no uncertain terms.
His brow was covered in sweat and his back was drenched with related perspiration. Billy didn't know what to do about his feelings but he knew that he wanted Holly's tightness at least one more time. He wanted to nurse on her massive tits while plunging deep into her cunt until it was useless to anyone but him. He wondered why she'd taken the time to doll herself up hoping it was to catch his attention. He got excited more as the idea took form in his addled mind. He imagined himself licking her puffy snatch giving her hickeys all over her inner thighs before taking command of the situation pinning her down. Billy told himself how hard he was going to fuck the frightening giant of a teen. He just wanted to have his way with her until he was completely spent. He wanted her screaming his name over and over again until they both passed out from exhaustion.
Billy Jefferson wanted to fuck Holly Michaelson in no uncertain terms; it was that simple.
"Mr. Jefferson, class is over; you can leave now." He realized he'd been zoned out as the class emptied out finding himself alone except for his snarky teacher.
"Maybe, flowers are in order for the lady that has caught your eye, Mr. Jefferson." The balding teacher raised an eyebrow as he exited the room.
Billy was too excited on the verge of exploding in his pants as he navigated the crowded hallway jam packed full of students anxious to get home or elsewhere. He didn't know what he was going to do or say as he bumped and parried his way towards Holly's locker. She'd just wanted to demoralize him before by taking his virginity after pummeling him; now how would she act when he approached her. He nervously paused noticing Kimmy talking to some girls in front of Holly's locker. She was nowhere to be seen as he recognized two of the girls in the group from the garage.
"Shit, time's not right."
He wanted to talk to Holly alone without an audience chaffing at the fact that he would have to wait another day. Besides, Kimmy made him nervous even though she'd claimed that it was acting the whole time she'd been threatening to castrate him. He wanted the large, quiet giant all to himself when the time was right. He noticed that a few of the girls kept raising their cellphones to their ears appearing to be attempting contact with Holly. He could have sworn that he'd walked out after her looking around for the large teen who be hard to miss towering over most of the student body.
"HUH?!!" Something suddenly snagged a handful of his shirt and letterman jacket yanking him sideways into an adjacent study hall.
Billy fell but was not allowed topple over as he found himself flying through the air in an arch slamming painfully against the wall. Holly's round, stone face was suddenly all he could see. Her eyes were dark slits, her nostrils flaring while she bit her thin bottom lip.
"Holly."
Her heavy hand quickly clamped down on his nose and mouth silencing any forthcoming confession planned as she leaned in applying more pressure than he could stand. He reached up trying to dislodge her hands as she reacted violently closing her fingers around his package. Holly snatched her hands away wild eyed taking a step back. She covered her mouth in shock looking down at the visible tent in his pants. Her chest was heaving from the exertion of keeping him quiet. Billy's eyes zeroed in on the birthmark on her chest which appeared ready to burst from her top. She slowly lowered her hands which became big ham sized fists as her face reddened. The bell suddenly disturbed both of them as more students milled about outside the door bumping it randomly.
"Holly-I uhm, I..." Billy struggled to speak feeling strange and self-conscious in her presence. His hand was cupping her right breast through the cotton material. Her thick nipple was erect against his thumb while the other made itself known poking against her dress. He was unprepared for the open-handed slap that rocked his head and torso to the side. Holly wasn't wearing a brassiere.
She didn't waste a second grabbing the back of his shirt dragging him across the chalkboard to the far end of the study hall. This classroom had a long rectangular closet used by the drama club for storage. Holly deftly opened the door with one hand tossing him inside with the other. The door to the classroom burst open filling with students for the next forty minutes. Holly peered out at the room full of her peers silently panicking. Billy's hands suddenly appeared cupping the undersides of her huge tits squeezing as hard as his lust would allow.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She shoved him backwards with a swipe of her arm not believing his nerve.
"Please Holly, let-me."
