It's hard to believe that it's already been 10 years since that wonderful day. It was likely the most important day of my life, and most definitely the funnest (if that is even a word). It was the start of my senior year, the home stretch. I was 18. And even though prom was several months away, I was already nervous about asking that special girl. Who was that special girl you ask? Well let me tell you about her. Every day she sat beside me in the back row. I never thought she knew it, but she had been my fantasy since 8th grade. I couldn't count how many nights I had awaken to drenched bed sheets because of her. I was always nervous around her, mostly because whenever I saw her, my pants decided it was a good time to pitch a tent.
That day I was especially nervous. She was wearing the pink skirt, the pink skirt that would usually begin my fantasies. It was short, so short that if she were to pick something up from the ground, you would be able to see every bit of what some would call her "unmentionables". I had gone through several days of praying both for her to drop something, and for her not too. This day one of those prayers was answered. Sure enough her pencil rolled off the desk. It seemed like slow motion, and for every roll it made, I thanked god for making Mr. Gruthers forget to fix the table leg. As she bent over to pick it up. I started to sneak a peak, but looked away as I realized that the slightest glance would start a chain reaction in my pants that would not fair too well if I were called to the board. But the pencil rolled even further away, making her strain to reach it, and making it impossible not to take a look. In view of my eyes was the most beautiful sight known to man. Every inch of her pussy was in sight. She wasn't wearing her usual matching pink thong, god knows that part of the story, but never the less, she wasn't wearing ANY underwear... I tried to hold it back, I tried to hold IT down but there was no stopping the huge erection that ensued. She sat back up in her seat after successfully retrieving her fallen pencil.
She glanced over at me, her marble green eyes met mine, and I felt her hand on my leg. Somehow she knew, her fingers slowly making their way to my rock hard cock. She then began rubbing slowly on the head. She took her other hand and guided my hand to her warm and wet pussy. Then she smiled at me, her usual innocent smile, pulled in close to me and whispered
"Meet me in the restroom at the start of next hour". I nodded in acceptance to her offer, there seemed very little else I could do. My next challenge was making it to my next class without the whole school knowing that Apollo 8 was in my pants and ready for take off.
