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Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in this story are 18. The setting is Senior Year and all sexual activity is consensual.
Happy Reading!
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The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk. He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.
The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and one other student.
It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far end of the table, opposite me.
I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper, prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.
The teacher stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair as it slid backwards against the floor, forced me to look up from my declaration of love for Madison.
"I'm going for a smoke, you two finish your lines."
With that, he left the room and slammed the door closed behind him. The noise echoed around the empty room.
I looked across to Madison, who was now looking back at me smiling. I returned her smile with one of my own, when suddenly she stood up.
I watched as she approached, standing over me briefly, her gaze alternating between my paper and me. As I prepared to speak, she gracefully lifted her leg and seamlessly positioned herself between me and the desk. With a confident move, she settled on my lap, facing me and assuming a straddling position.
She began to gently grind on my lap, before touching the sides of my face, with her soft delicate hands.
"Oh Adam! I want you so badly," she cried out, before starting to kiss me passionately.
That's when she started to moan out my name.
"Mmm Adam, Adam, Adam."
It was then I noticed the sound of her voice begin to change, it wasn't this soft seductive voice anymore, but more of a louder, persistent shouting.
"ADAM! ADAM!"
Madison faded away in front of me.
"ADAM! Its time to get up, you'll be late for school," a different, yet familiar voice called out.
A chill swept over me as the duvet was abruptly pulled away. It was fortunate this time, that I wore underwear to bed.
"Mom!" I cried back, then curled into a ball to keep warm.
"Don't Mom me, I'm not your personal alarm clock. Now go get ready, and for god's sake, open a window, it stinks in here."
I waited for her to leave the room, before slowly uncurling myself. She had just interrupted one of my favourite dreams about Madison, it was the one where we were stuck in detention, and we were just about to get to the best bit.
I got up from my bed, yawned, stretched and then scratched. It was then I realised, I was pitching an almighty tent in my underwear. Glad mom didn't see that! I thought to myself.
Like a zombie, I staggered to the bathroom slowly. Sliding the shower door open, I turned on the taps and removed my underwear to reveal what I had now began to refer to as the 'Madison Effect'.
I jumped into the shower and let the water run over my face. As I relaxed under its warm embrace, my mind drifted back to Madison. She was perfect, she was pretty, she had a great body, and she was smart to boot. She ticked all my boxes, and I was crushing on her big time.
It wasn't just the way she looked, sure she had beautiful long blonde hair that hugged her shoulders, a smile that could melt anyone's heart and eyes that sparkled like a mountain lake, but it was her smell, she always had this amazing floral scent, like an English garden.
Before I knew it, I had started to fantasise again. I grabbed onto my raging boner and started to jerk off. My horny teenage mind, starting to peel off the layers of her clothing, imagining what her body would look like underneath.
It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I held my swollen cock and did my best to angle it down towards the drain, which in itself was a challenge given the intensity of my arousal. I shot my load and watched the evidence disappear.
Feeling slightly more awake, I continued to get ready for school. Not that I would ever thank her, but thanks to my mom's morning wakeup, I just managed to make the school bus on time.
As I boarded the bus, that's when I noticed her - my beautiful Madison, seated in the front row. I couldn't help but smile at her to which she reciprocated. Walking past her, I caught a delightful whiff of that incredible floral scent, a fragrance that seemed to lift me up.
A few rows behind her, my best friend Ethan had, as usual, reserved a seat for me. I settled in next to him, my attention divided as I found it hard to tear my eyes away from Madison.
"Dude, you are so obvious," he said.
"What?"
"You're giving off all sorts of creepy stalker vibes."
"I am?"
"Yes, relax, play it cool," he suggested, as if he held the secrets to understanding all women.
"Like you're the expert," I rebuked.
"Excuse me, how many girls have you been with? That's right zero, whereas I have kissed one."
"It doesn't count if she's your cousin Eth."
"It does too."
Ethan and I bantered back and forth like this until we reached school.
The first thing we did was head to our lockers to grab our stuff for the upcoming lesson. As we collected our books, Ethan began discussing our plans for the weekend. In the midst of our conversation, Madison strolled past, gracing me with a quick sideways glance and a smile, effortlessly tucking her hair behind her ear. At this point, I had completely stopped listening to Ethan and I only had eyes for her.
"So, how about it?" Ethan asked, nudging me and snapping me out of my trance.
"How about what?" I responded, somewhat confused.
"Were you even listening to me?"
"Yeah, of course I was, but I just saw her."
"Dude, you've got it bad."
"I know, but she's perfect."
"Okay, if you say so."
"What? You don't think she's perfect?" I said defensively, ready to defend my beloved Madison.
"She's alright, I guess. She's no Charlotte though," Ethan said, tilting his head towards the girl at the end of the lockers. Charlotte, head cheerleader, had all the boys chasing after her.
"Please, Charlotte is just a walking pair of tits, she doesn't have a patch on Madison."
I audibly swooned.
"I can live with a walking pair of tits," Ethan then said smirking.
"I bet you can, now let's get moving our we'll be late for class."
Our first lesson was Biology. As we entered the classroom, we were immediately taken aback.
Instead of the usual freedom to sit where we wanted, each seat had a name card in front of it. We all looked at each other at first, wondering what the hell was going on, before scanning the rows to look for our name and going along with it.
It soon became apparent, that the seats were arranged in a way that every boy sat next to a girl.
As I sat down in my allotted seat, I caught the scent of a very familiar fragrance. My whole body reacted to it and that's when she sat down next to me. I was now sitting next to Madison. This day just got a whole lot better.
I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then watched as Madison did the same. Her things were so neat, and she was so organised, unlike me, where the corners of my notebook were all curled up from being haphazardly stuffed in my bag.
"Okay, now that you're all settled." Mrs Wrentmore announced at the front of the classroom.
The class turned to fixate on the middle-aged woman, dressed in the long tan skirt and cream coloured cardigan at the front of the room.
"Today, we're going to talk about SEX! Yes, that's right, get your giggles out of the way now, because this is serious class." She said, pacing up and down the length of the classroom.
"Today's lesson will be split into TWO parts," she said emphasising the word two, then pausing for a moment.
"Part one - Sexual Health," she said holding up one finger in the air, "and part two Reproduction." she followed with a second finger, inadvertently making the sign for peace.
"So, let's get started, shall we." Mrs Wrentmore said clapping her hands together.
"The CDC state that 78% of you, by the time you've reached the age of twenty would have had your first sexual experience."
The class watched as she walked over to a drawer in the corner of the room.
"So, in all likelihood, some of you, as you're all eighteen by now, have most likely had one. You're all technically adults, so no judgement there, but if you have, I hope you were all being responsible."
The class started looking around at each other, no doubt mentally working out who were the ones most likely to be having sex.
Mrs Wrentmore pulled a bag from the drawer and walked to the end of the first row of desks.
"As such, the school health board and the student body, have authorised me to hand out and make available to you these."
She held up the bag for all to see.
"No, they are not free balloons, but condoms. Designed to keep you safe from STDs and of course, unwanted pregnancies."
She handed out a few to the person sitting at the end of the desk.
"Please pass these on to all the boys on the row," she asked the girl sitting closest to her.
The condoms were passed down, one by one, until each boy on the row had one.
Mrs. Wrentmore repeated the process, moving down each row in the classroom. When she reached my row, Madison handed me a condom, giving me a quick once-over that left me blushing, as if she were playfully imagining what I'd have to do with it.
"I am giving these out to the boys, because it is YOUR responsibility to wear protection, not your partners."
She went on to talk about the rise in STDs and how we should all be practicing safe sex. This pretty much covered part one of her lesson plan.
"Now that part one is concluded. I hope you've all learnt something valuable and that if you are sexually active, you continue to be safe. Now on to part two."
She returned back to the front of the class and began talking about reproduction, the differences between males and females. We sat there listening and looking at diagrams in our text books.
There wasn't much time left to the lesson, when Mrs Wrentmore announced what the assignment would be.
"Now, I bet you're all wondering, why I sat you all in this order. Well wonder no more, class! Your assignment is to work with the person next to you, and here's the twist."
She paused for dramatic effect.
"In an effort to foster a greater understanding of the opposite sex, which I think is incredibly important. Boy's you will write a report on the girls reproductive system and girls you will write a report on the boys, then when you've done your individual assignments, you will then need to work together, to combine your new found knowledge into a report."
The class was somewhat stunned by this, with each of us looking at the person sitting next to us.
Madison and I exchanged looks with each other.
"I guess we're working together then," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear again.
I wanted to sound cool, but all I could say was, "yeah."
"Do you want to meet up in the library later to prep?" Madison asked.
"Sure, yes, that would be great." I replied sounding a little bit too eager.
