The phone rang all night. ALL night. I knew it was Paula and the cheerleaders. I knew it. Or my friends, calling to ask me ridiculous questions and poke fun at me. Or the rest of the school, who probably would know all about it by Monday. I was going to be mortified. I'd have to transfer schools. I'd have to... well, maybe not. But that'd mean I'd have to kill a lot of people and while I'm not sure I couldn't do it, it would take a lot of time. So, I did what any self-respecting potentially slandered pervert would have done. I faked sick, skipped school Friday, and hoped and prayed it would all blow over by the next week.
Things don't always go as planned, though.
I'd have been content to have rode out the weekend on my own, worrying and trying to find a convenient way of getting drunk while not leaving the house (for fear of being seen). That was the plan. But, around eight o'clock in the evening on Friday, while stroking off to memories of sweet ass, in my room... there was a knock at the window.
Now, anyone whose ever jacked it can tell you, there's something called the "Point of no return". This is the part of the process where it takes more work and discomfort to stop the coming climax than its worth--despite whoever could be interrupting. I had, by the knock, hit that point. So, I tried to open my eyes and take a peek at the window, figuring the blinds were closed so whoever it was could wait while I let Mr. Winky get it out of his system. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I saw the blue and white, the red hair... and as I turned and locked eyes with my prudish (and recently told-off) girlfriend on the other side of my window, I came hard. I shot one massive load of cum all over the floor and my pants. It would have been hot, had I not been just a bit more embarassed.
Seeing as how this was the second time in as many days that Paula had interrupted me during my "Social Agenda", I started feeling less embarrassed and much more annoyed. I did what I thought was the best way of asserting my comfort and dominance over the situation. I stood up and out of my jeans (which were crumpled around my feet at the time), and walked over with a tired, but semi-hard cock dangling in front of me, to my window. Paula hadn't moved an inch since the wad-blowing and just stared at my cock and then up at me, back and forth, as I stood right in front of her... a pane of glass between us, on the second story of my house.
Now, I make this known, because its necessary to the understanding of this story. I never loved Paula. I barely liked Paula. We were both eighteen and I had no plans on being with her "forever and ever". When she wasn't gossiping about some nonsense or giggling over some ridiculous joke, she was prim and proper and--despite being the tall and lithe and cute redhead that she was... well, she was a bit of a stuck-up bitch. But, standing there, with my dick still thick and firm in front of this gorgeous redhead sitting on the other side of a broad window at night, was one of the more erotic things I'd ever seen. Her cheerleading outfit was perfect, the sky blue with a broad white shoulder stripe--the mid-riff that just barely peeked tanned skin. It was perfection. And my dick started getting hard again.
That's when Paula started laughing.
Well, I say laughing, but what I mean to say is "giggling". She put her hand to her mouth and shook a little while smiling on the other side of the glass. She was giggling. I was a little embarassed. The whole fantasy of this beautiful girl and I sharing a sexual moment was cracking, making way for the reality of my girlfriend being a tease and a bitch and entirely not worth the hassle. I hate reality. Reality just makes you look at more porn.
My face was probably turning all kinds of red, and my dick started shrinking. Poor guy. A workout and then right into the show, only to be heckled by redheads on the other side of windows. I'll make it up to you, pal. You and me. We'll go find a prostitute that doesn't know how to laugh--and, hey, its on me.
So, my cock drooped and the most remarkable thing happened.