Monday morning I woke up with a hardon that wouldn't quit. I vaguely remembered some kind of erotic dream I was having before my alarm went off but it upon waking it was so indistinct that I couldn't picture who was in it or what we were doing. It took forever to go down enough for me to take my morning piss. I grabbed my bookbag as well as my cleats and gear for soccer practice after school and headed out the door. The old hardtop jeep dad bought me when I turned 16 and got my license took me through my usual drive-through for coffee and a muffin which I ate in the parking lot of the High School.
When I was done, I collected my trash and bookbag and headed to the front door. The cheerleaders and hardcore jocks, mostly football players, had a picnic table in the shade of a large tree claimed like usual. I didn't care for them as they mostly acted like pretentious assholes but they weren't really invested enough in anyone to be true bullies. Sara must have seen me arrive as she broke away from the group to meet me. She just about leaped at me for a hug once she got into range and I wrapped my arms around her as well to keep us from falling.
Sara's a tall girl, about 5'9" or so. I'm six or seven inches taller so with her arms around my neck and mine around her slim waist her feet were left dangling. Her breath was soft on my neck and I could feel her well formed breasts pressed against my chest. She smelled wonderful with her arms around me. Spicy and sweet, almost like a frosted cinnamon roll that had just come out of the oven. We must have held each other for fifteen or twenty seconds before I felt her embrace relax and I gently let her down.
"I wanted to say thank you again Dave" said Sara.
"It's no problem. I'm glad I was there."
"Well, I owe you. If you ever need my help please let me know."
"You got it" I responded. She gave me another hug, quick this time and punctuated it with a kiss on the cheek. The wonderful scent she was emitting got stronger and I had trouble letting her go. Something about that smell made me want to keep ahold of Sara and pull her closer if possible. I was slightly dazed because of it as I finished making my way into the main school building where my first class was.
At first I thought Sara was following me as I would occasionally come across the same smell. I never really found the sources of the scent but it was making me kind of hungry even though I had just eaten. I made it to class, Physics first this morning, and sat at my assigned table. Mrs. Smith had assigned lab partners and mine was already at our table when I got there. Allison was reading some novel by H. Beam Piper with cats on the cover while she waited for class to start. I wasn't sure she even hit five feet and she always seemed a bit aloof to me. I don't think she did it to be mean but I always got the impression that she had something better to do than converse with me or anyone. On the other hand, she always did her part of any group or paired assignments we had shared which was more I could say for many of our peers.
"Good morning" I offered when I sat next to her. Allison smelt enticingly spicy sitting next to me and I had to hold myself back from leaning into her and taking a deep sniff.
"Morning" She mumbled without diverting her attention from the book in front of her.
The rest of the class filed in as the bell soon rang and class started. Today's lecture was fairly boring, mostly dealing with friction, and I soon found myself focusing on the strange hunger I was feeling. I was usually ok with just my muffin until lunch and I couldn't figure out why today was different. While I was lost in thought I realized that the enchanting smell coming from Allison was shifting. I began to notice more sugary tones that complemented the freshly snapped cinnamon stick I scented earlier. The hunger I was worrying at seemed to rise in tandem with Allison's sent until I was surprised that no one else had commented on the smell even though we were in class.
About halfway through the period Allison began fidgeting on her stool. Her slim jean clad legs were crossed but she couldn't seem to sit still. When I glanced over at her she turned to look at me and I was shocked by what I saw. Her eyes were hooded and slightly glazed while her face, neck, and even upper chest that I could see were glowing pink. I noticed her squeeze her thighs together and her eyelids flutter for just a second. Her lips were moist, as if she had been licking them. I had played bedroom games with a girl or two before but I
never
came across a picture of arousal as stark as Allison was showing in that classroom.
My response was typical for a teenage boy, I was instantly hard and had to move around a bit myself to get comfortable. As Mrs. Smith droned on the increase in intensity of my hunger as well as the sweet smells coming from Allison accelerated. She now had her palms flat on her thighs and was rhythmically squeezing them together. Her fingers randomly spasmed and she seemed to be struggling to hold them still. Little squeals began sounding and I found myself fascinated by her actions. It wasn't long until she let out a slightly louder moan and seemed to melt off of her stool.
I quickly reached over and caught Allison before she could hit the floor. She sat there looking dazed and clinging to my arms. The commotion attracted the attention of everyone else in class and Mrs. Smith asked "What's going on?"
"Allison seems to be feeling poorly and almost fainted" I answered. "Do you think I can help her to the nurse's office?"
Mrs. Smith walked over and looked down at us. Allison's flushed face and blank gaze were enough evidence for Mrs. Smith and she agreed to let us go. Allison seemed stable enough sitting on the floor so I quickly stuffed all of her books with mine in my bookbag and slung it over my shoulder. After helping her stand she seemed a touch unsteady but well enough to walk with a bit of help. Throughout all of this I was still sporting an erection that felt like it was going to burst through my pants at any second.
We were most of the way to the nurse, walking in silence, when we passed a set of single person restrooms that are reserved for the teachers and other staff. With surprising strength, Allison pushed me into one of the rooms and locked the door behind her. She turned, placed both hands on my chest and, with a husky voice said "I need you."
I was still stunned at being virtually tackled into the restroom but the hunger gnawing at me redoubled. "Um" was all I managed to get out as Allison slid her hands down to unbutton then unzip the fly of her jeans. I didn't know what was going on but I was quite excited by how things seemed to be progressing.
