O'Hare Academy was not quite like other boarding schools. It was mysterious, hidden, and protective of its students in an unusual way. Uniforms changed yearly to match the age and maturity of each individual. Students took a variety of high level courses, calculus, Ancient philosophy, as early as freshmen year of high school. However, until the students graduate one grade, they are not told about any of the courses they will take the following year. It was a choice by the institution to enforce the elements of excitement and surprise of education. Older students were not to see or speak with younger students, and boys and girls had separate classes and could never see or speak to each other. There was, however an exception, senior year of high school, where the school does all it can to prepare its students for the world outside in every way shape and form. And at this point in time, the entry into the senior year of high school, our story begins.
Ariana pulled out the makeup starter kit for incoming senior girls. A black label across the lid of the box was embossed with the words, "The Guide to Real World Beauty- Recommended for Senior Students at O'Hare Academy". Ariana took about a second analyzing the box before tossing it aside. Alas first day of school, first rebellion. She reached over to a case of pills, which the school had instructed her to take every morning, starting two months before classes. She grabbed a glass of water and popped the pill in between her cherry lips, swallowing quickly. She grabbed her senior uniform from another box, a fairly simple outfit consisting of plain matching lingerie, a plaid miniskirt, and a navy button up blouse. She quickly threw on the clothes, grabbed a breakfast bar from her cupboard and opened the dorm room door into the hallway. Seniors had single rooms. This one benefit gave Ariana hope that senior year might not be as dreadful as she had heard.
Ariana looked down the hallway as students began heading towards the first class. The other girls had clearly made use of their kits, with rosy cheeks, red lips and dark eyeliner. It was as if they had been awaiting this day since birth. Ariana fought to hide her disgust, watching the other girls, clones, strut through the hallway, hips swishing in a figure 8 motion.
A friend, Lisa, from her earlier years approached her. "Hey, Ariana are you excited for first period? We have a class with the boys. Ooh! I can't wait."
Ariana tried not to roll her eyes. "Yeah, that should be cool."
"Why aren't you wearing your make-up? Don't you want to look good for the boys?" Lisa almost sung the last few words.
"Uh yeah, well it was optional and I'm lazy." Ariana had always been that type of student, not inclined to do anything that wasn't required. She tried to force a smile at Lisa.
"Oh well, I guess I understand that." Lisa drew her eyes to the floor, as if in shame. The two of them continued towards the class. Ariana walked ahead, in order to avoid another awkward experience. Secretly, she thought to herself about the boys, about the dirty fantasies she had had where some guy would throw her down, tear off her clothes and take every bit of her for himself. She imagined the two of them exchanging obscenities, her and some mysterious individual, and wondered what this first period would be like.
None of the students knew what first period would be. The girls entered room 215, which resembled a gymnasium. There, lining the walls, was a series of about 300 shower rooms with glass doors. A raspy voice blared over the intercom.
"Students, each one of you will receive a number. This is the room you will enter. Once there proceed to undress completely. Thank you." A scrawny man came by handing out numbers, 1 through 300. Ariana received number 228, proceeded towards her room and opened the glass door.
Approximately 20 minutes after the girls left their rooms, the boys proceeded to first period. They had simple matching outfits, grey slacks, and navy tops. James hurried to first period, running past the other boys, excited for his first class. He had a vibrant desire for knowledge. He raced through the hallway, half-listening to inquiries of his peers about first period.
The voices behind him echoed in the hallway. Every boy awaited the first day of senior year with heightened anticipation. "Dude, I can't wait to see the tits and asses on the girls."
"Fuck yeah man, I bet they're fuckin' hungry for us."
James ignored the comments of his peers, found his way past the others, and shoved through the door of room 215. His eyes widened upon the discovery. There, in front of him, were 300 glass doors. Behind each door a slender, fully developed figure propped herself against a ceramic wall. Is this anatomy? James thought to himself. This is a pretty awesome anatomy class. He thought to himself about how he wasn't much different from his peers, how he'd always wanted to fuck the hell out of someone, and make her beg him for more. Yet, he'd wanted it to mean something. The boys after him glanced over the glass doors with jaws dropped. James looked at the girls, with their rosy cheeks, red lips, and dark eyes. He felt a mild sense of disgust, greatly overcome, however, by arousal and desire.
He scanned each of their figures, trying to draw his focus away from the tits and asses, but he couldn't fight his own animal instinct. Each body seemed to be calling him. He could feel the heat and excitement from his classmates around him, all as focused on the figures as he was. The same raspy voice spoke over the intercom.
"All males, please select the stall with the woman you find most attractive. You will be getting to know this individual in a way you have not yet experienced with anyone."
James' facial expression showed his shock at the announcement. Some of the other students darted towards doors shouting as they went. "I call this one!" "I'm taking this slut!" Some, however, were just as surprised and nervous as James was. This was the first time he had ever seen a female classmate and a nude one at that. He paced back and forth across the floor, looking for some sign that one of these girls was the one he desired most, one that might mean something more than just any fuck. He tried looking for the largest breasts, or the tightest rear, but it wasn't enough. All of these girls had good bodies. There had to be something more.
He moved slowly across, passing his peers who exchanged awkward glances, and raised their eyebrows. He stopped when he passed Ariana's doorway. She hadn't propped herself in some forced position like the other girls. She merely sat on the floor, eyes fixed on the outside, as if she were observing her male classmates. Her arms and legs were folded covering most of the parts James wanted to see. Her face was clean, void of makeup. Her skin was flawless, perfect and olive. She had deep brown eyes that seemed to pierce him as James made eye contact. Then he looked at her legs, smooth and flawless. They were by far the best legs in the class. That decided him. He opened the glass door and stood in front of her, watching her glare back at him. He thought fear would have been a more fitting feeling, but all he felt was desire. He wanted so badly to see what gorgeous body was covered by those limbs. The loudspeaker blared again.
"Girls, open up and let your partners touch you. Men, feel free to remove your clothing. Explore each other." James tried to hide his stiff cock from Ariana. She stood up, proceeding to face him.
Ariana looked deeply into the eyes of the man who chose her. She would do as she was instructed to do, sometimes with bitter reluctance, yet somehow this time, she couldn't fight her desire. She found herself wanting this, wanting him. She watched him slide his shirt off over his head, the different muscles in his body tensing as he moved.
"What's your name?" Ariana spoke quickly and turned away, glancing down as if something lay on the floor.
"I'm James, and you?"
"Ariana" she replied shortly. She lifted her eyes again to watch him undress, focused on his every movement. It was all very new to her. "Can I touch you?" She asked him, almost scared as if he might say no.
"Yeah. Of course." She pressed her hand to his chest and felt it emanating heat. She pressed her face to him turning her head slowly, to rest her lips against his chest. He responded, sliding his fingers through her hair and down her back. The touch sent shivers down her spine.
She pulled back and looked up at him. "I've never felt like this before."
"I know." James' voice was strong and warm. "Neither have I." He lifted her head in his hands and pressed his mouth to hers. Trembling, Ariana surrendered her mouth to him. She opened and kissed back, slow at first, but gradually becoming more violent and passionate. Then, stepping back, she took his hand. She slid it over her chest, pressing it hard to her.
"Oh Jesus, James, please squeeze me." He followed her request, tightly grabbing her breasts.
"You have really nice tits, Ariana." He moved his lips over her nipples. "They're so hard. Are you excited for me?" He began to suck on them, feeling the texture with his tongue and pulling her tight nipples into his mouth. Ariana moaned in response.
"Okay, holy shit. Wow. Wait stop. I want to feel your cock James." She was worried she may have come on too strong and found herself relieved when his eyes widened and he took her hand, guiding it down over his abs and pressing it hard against his dick. She could feel it throbbing under her hand, as if it was begging her to do naughty things to it.
"Wow, it's really hard." She wrapped her fingers around it, gently stroking, caressing every vein, every inch of flesh.
"God, Ariana, please don't stop touching it. Can you grip it tighter?" She looked at him, lowering herself to her knees, still maintaining focus on his eyes.
"James, do you want me to put my mouth on it? I want to taste your hard cock and savor it in my mouth." She looked up to him, as if begging for it.
"Christ, yes. That would be.." Before he could complete the sentence Ariana took her lips to the head, kissing and sucking all around. Secretly she had always wanted this, indescribable pleasure under her control. She could hear James breathing heavily.
"Have you done this before?" There was breath and space between every word.
