'Thanks.' He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but as the captain of the basketball team Chip was in great shape and super popular. A must-have, really. Plus he had a great cock. The perfect size for a quickie before homeroom or a long fuck session on a Sunday afternoon. Big enough to make me feel it, but not so large I'd be sore after. Plus he could last for a long time, a rare gift among the boys I knew.
'Uh… are you in a hurry?'
'Kind of. Got to get home and change before dinner. Then the party later. Will you be there?'
'Oh yeah, sure. Um… I guess I can just talk to you then.' There was a look on his face I'd never seen before. Kind of a mix of pain and confusion.
'Are you okay? I can talk for a minute now if it's important.'
'Yeah?' His face lit up. 'Cool. Um, let's go to the library balcony.'
'Okay.'
We headed upstairs, to one of our favorite secret spots. Behind the stacks of dusty textbooks and old magazines no one ever looked at there was a little alcove with a bench. No one could see you in there unless they were right in front of it, and you could hear anyone coming from far away.
As we climbed the stairs, looked around for witnesses and slipped into the space, I noticed Chip was walking a little funny. When we were inside our little hidey-hole I asked about it.
'Why are you limping? Did you get hurt?'
'Sort of,' he whispered. 'I twisted something yesterday at practice. I got a massage last period that helped, but…' Chip gestured down at his crotch and I realized the problem he was hoping I could help with and it didn't involve talking at all.
His cock was hard. Like rock hard. I placed my hand on the front of his sweatpants and the heat coming from the rigid shaft felt hot enough to burn. 'Damn. Let me guess, the masseuse was a hot woman?'
Chip grinned and shrugged his shoulders. 'Not as hot as you, Eve.'
I smiled back and slid down on my knees. 'Flattery will get you everywhere, Chip. Don't worry; I'll take care of you. But don't get cum on my dress or my hair, 'kay?'
'Yeah, whatever you…' His voices trailed off as I reached inside his pants and boxers. I wrapped my hand around his length and squeezed. A shudder went through him and I smiled and then shoved his clothes down around his knees.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the blunt tip of his dick, savoring the familiar flavor: a mixture of his natural saltiness and tangy clean soap. I closed my lips around him and slid the smooth length into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat I palmed his balls and started sucking slowly.
'Oh shit. Oh yeah…' Chip's hands grasped my shoulders, digging in a little. 'Yes, baby. Suck it. Oh yes!'
I looked up to see his head was tilted back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. That massage really must have got him going. I mean, my blowjobs are good, but he was out of his mind.
Returning my attention to what I was doing, I let saliva gather in my mouth and slid his cock back out until just the tip rested between my teeth. With it slicked up nicely I could twist one hand around the base and start fucking the rest in and out of my mouth faster.
Chip's balls tightened under my fingers and his hips jerked, shoving him deeper into my mouth, making me gag a little. Damn, he really was wild today. I sucked harder and scraped my teeth gently on the underside of his dick as is erupted in my mouth. He let out a strangled yelp as hot cum filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop, still sucking him, but gently now.
As his cock softened in my mouth the only sound I could hear was Chip's gasping breath as he sagged in front of me. I licked him clean and tucked him back in his pants before I got up.
I swiped the back of my hand across my lips to make sure there was no tell-tale white evidence left behind. It's not that I had a problem with people knowing I sucked cock, but I didn't want to be known as the school slut. Not yet, anyway.
By the time Chip was able to speak again I'd already checked my reflection in a mirror from my purse and was about to head out.
'Wait. Uh, don't you want a go? I mean, I could finger you or something.'
I smiled and patted his arm. 'Nah, I gotta go. But you owe me one and I will collect.'
He brushed his hand over his head, close-cropped hair rustling. 'You're a hell of a girl, Eve.'
'And don't you forget it,' I tossed over my shoulder as I left the room. Guys always thought giving head was a huge favor girls do for them. But the truth is I love it. Always have. The power of having a cock completely in your control. The taste and smell of it, so uniquely male. And that tender skin covering something so hard. Fantastic.
I stopped off in the girls' room before heading out to my car. Can't go home with cum breath, after all. It's always weird being in school when almost everyone is gone. The cleaners hadn't arrived yet and my footsteps echoed down the hallway. Not in a creepy horror movie way, just quiet.
Remembering the great evening I had coming up, I hurried outside to a sight I really hadn't expected. There was at least four inches of snow on the ground and a mountain of it on top of my car. In April. So weird. I shook my head and picked my way carefully across the whiteness as snow continued to fall.
I unlocked my door, tossed my stuff on the passenger seat and started the car. Well, tried to at least. Dead silence greeted each turn of the key in the ignition. Shit, I thought, waiting a moment before trying again. After my third attempt I accepted that there was something wrong. I dug my phone out and called the auto club. They said it would be at least an hour until someone could get there due to the weather. Next I dialed my house, hoping one of my parents would come pick me up, but there was no answer.
I sighed and called information for the number of a cab company. They told me it would be two hours. Well damn. I trudged back to the school only to find the doors locked. I pounded on the glass, shivering and cursing.
After a few minutes a face appeared and my recent bad luck got even worse. Of course the person to let me in would be Mr. Shaw. So much for birthday good luck. He pushed the door open and glared at me suspiciously.
'What are you doing here, Eve?'
'My car's dead and I can't get a ride. I need to wait inside.'
'Students aren't allowed in the building when it's closed.'
'It's snowing out there. Am I supposed to freeze to death?'
He rolled his eyes. 'Fine, but you can't just wander around. You'll have to wait in my classroom so I can keep an eye on you.'
God, he was such an asshole. I mean, what was I, a ten-year-old? What did he think I was going to do, draw boobs on all the blackboards?
'Whatever. I need to go to the bathroom first and clean up.'
'No. Classroom or nothing, Eve.'
'But my hair's wet!'
'No one cares what your hair looks like.' With that he spun in his heel and strode down the hall just expecting me to follow. Which I did, of course, but not without giving him the finger repeatedly.
It was a real shame Mr. Shaw acted like such a tight-ass. He was pretty handsome with broad shoulders and hard body left over from his military days. In his late thirties, he was one of the youngest teachers at the school, and when he'd started my freshman year all the girls had crushes on him. That is until we took his classes. Strict was an understatement. The man acted more like a prison guard than a teacher. Students complained about his unfair treatment, but he had some pull with the principal and was a minor war-hero or some shit, so he got away with it.
He ushered me into his classroom with a bland look and then went to his desk without saying a word. Within seconds his face was buried in some papers and I was standing in the doorway with my long hair dripping in my face, feeling miserable.
I finally sat down at a desk with a big sigh, dropping my bag on the floor next to me. When it hit the ground Mr. Shaw's head snapped up.
'Is there some reason you're making such a racket over there?'
'Sorry,' I muttered and leaned over to pick it up.
'What did you say?'
'I said, 'sorry' for making noise.'
