Caught After Class
tossed her schoolbag onto her desk and rolled her shoulders. Resenting
the load the public school imposed upon her even in senior year, she
decided that the homework her teachers deemed 'necessary' could rot.
knowing what her friend would think of such rebellious thoughts. "Where
was he today," she asked herself as she stood before her vanity
mirror and lifted the hem of her clinging black jumper over her head.
Tossing the jumper onto the bed, she reached behind her and unclasped
the white cotton bra mandated by the school as part of the uniform.
he have been in detention again," Catherine thought as she cupped
her soft white breasts and gently massaged them. Stepping out of her
knee-length pleated skirt, she sat at the vanity and began to peel away
the white pantyhose that the school also mandated.
the hateful undergarment onto the floor, Catherine stretched out on
her bed. The autumn breeze through the window fluttered the curtains
while caressing her bare back, and Catherine felt her nipples harden.
She shifted against the soft quilt, and sighed as her nipples dragged
against the fabric. She felt just a hint of musk in the air.
that thinking of her friend was arousing her, she turned onto her back.
As she caressed her breasts she imagined his hands upon them. She imagined
him playing her as he played his violin, his stormy blue eyes burning
into her own as he explored her body for the very first time. "I
hope he's still a virgin," Catherine sighed as her lush thighs
parted; whenever she read of sex or saw sex depicted in film, she would
imagine that she was the woman and her friend the man.
eighteen," she thought," and he just turned eighteen last
week. We're both old enough, and I'm tired of waiting." As her
fingers parted the soft caramel petals of her sex she moaned and wished
that Matthew would notice her desire for him. Heat shook her body as
her fingertips brushed against her clitoris.
his face, which seemed irresistibly erotic when he was bent upon a task,
Catherine retrieved a pair of lace-topped black silk stockings from
her drawer. Rolling them on, she imagined Matthew's lips upon them.
Since all she had were ugly cotton panties, she did without as she slipped
into her skirt. Likewise, she allowed her breasts to bob freely beneath
the clinging wool of her sweater rather than endure the harsh cotton
of one of her bras.
before her vanity again, she spread her thighs wide. Remembering that
he had come to visit not five minutes after she had finished pleasuring
herself, she knew that Matthew loved the scent of her sex, though he
thought it was perfume. She slipped two fingers deep into her well and
drew them out again. Treating her essence like perfume, she dabbed a
bit behind her ears before licking her fingers clean.
on her high-heeled ankle boots, she strode from her empty house, locking
the door behind her, and and crossed the quiet street. Her heels clicked
against the asphalt before digging little pits in the grass as she found
her way to the back door of Matthew's house.
her voice as she closed the door behind her, she called his name. When
she received no response, not even the soft drumbeat of his feet rushing
down the stairs, she decided to go to his room. Turning to the ginger
tabby sunning itself on the kitchen counter, she said, "Hey, Tabasco,
I wonder what Matthew would think if he found me naked in his bed?"
The cat purred in response, stretching out his forepaws, and Catherine
smiled: "My thoughts exactly."
outside the door to Matthew's bedroom, which was slightly ajar. She
could hear what sounded to her like the pulsing crunch of an Iced Earth
album coming from a stereo turned down low. Crouching close to the door,
she heard a wet and rhythmic sliding sound that reminded her of her
fingers sliding in and out of her core when she pleasured herself late
at night. Listening closely as her body throbbed, she heard soft panting,
and then a whimper. The panting continued, followed by a low moan: "Oh,
moaned my name," Catherine thought as she forced her legs to support
her. She slowly pushed open the door and stepped into Matthew's room.
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it. She could smell
clean sweat mixed with vanilla and another scent. Taking a step into
the room, she saw her friend nude upon his narrow bed. His long hair
lay in a rich golden mess upon his pillow as he panted through parted
kissed his mouth just once, on New Year's Eve. It was but a brief brush
of lips beneath a sprig of mistletoe, but Catherine wanted to feel Matthew's
full coral lips on hers before they set out to explore her body.
he was done, Catherine wanted inside her the very thing he was stroking.
The swollen penis in his right hand transfixed her gaze, rooting her
to the spot. She had never seen a man's penis before, and she could
feel her nectar trickle down one stockinged thigh as she shivered in
her need to possess both the penis before her and the man who bore an
organ perfectly proportioned to the rest of his slim white body beneath
snug bluejeans and linen shirts.
to her knees beside his bed, her eyes still locked upon the swollen
red tip of Matthew's penis. Her hand slipped between her parted thighs
and found her clitoris, and as she circled her bud she let her other
hand rest upon his thigh. She kneaded his flesh, feeling the muscle
built by years of cycling.
matched her pace to his as he stroked himself, and sighed when he finally
arched his back. A small twinge of impending climax rocked her womb,
and her mouth went dry as she watched him throw his head back and let
a soft cry flee his lips as his entire body began to shudder. She licked
her parched lips as she watched him come; she wanted to taste the cream
that erupted from the tip of his penis with each shudder that rocked
As he slowly
opened his eyes, Catherine pressed a fingertip moistened with her nectar
to his lips. "Relax," she whispered, "What I saw was
sat on the edge of his bed, she made no effort to cross her legs. "I
heard you moan my name," Catherine said.
for what," Catherine smiled as she drew closer to him. "Sorry
for masturbating? I do it too. Sorry for thinking of me when you pleasure
yourself? I think of you when I please myself."
as Matthew swallowed hard and gasped, "What?"
I've wanted you for years. Since I was thirteen, actually," Catherine
said, her voice soft, as she pressed her lips to his and slipped a hand
into his hair.
as his fingers brushed over the small of her back; his fingertips felt
like velvet against her skin. As he caressed her, she trailed kisses
from his mouth to his ear. She smiled with his earlobe caught between
her lips as he moaned at sensation of his earlobe being sucked and nibbled.
shivered. He had never sounded so vulnerable to her. "Do you know
what you're saying," she whispered.
I know what I said, and I meant it." His lips found hers, and she
shivered as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth for the first time.
Holding him tightly, she let him explore her as she had explored him.
Feeling him grow long and hard against her thigh as she gently sucked
his tongue, she shifted so that his shaft could glide against her lust-slickened
together at the contact, and Matthew pulled away. "I want to be
inside you," he whispered, "but I'm afraid to."
brushed her smiling lips against his and smoothed the frown from his
brow, "You worry too much, Matthew-cat."
at Catherine's use of his pet name, he whispered, "I think I have
some condoms in the night table." He chuckled deep in his throat,
"My mother insisted on me keeping some handy for the last four
by the soft purr of his voice, Catherine kissed him hard before whispering,
"I want to feel you inside me. I'm on the pill."
herself up so that she was straddling her lover, Catherine moaned as
Matthew's erection slipped between her aroused labia and brushed against
her clitoris. She could see the lust in his wide-open blue eyes as he
gazed up at her.
pussy twitched as she felt his hands on her stockinged thighs. Leaning
over him, she pressed her lips to his before whispering in his ear,
"You love my legs, don't you. I know you watch me walk."
whimpered, and let his hands slide beneath her skirt to caress her round
arse. He kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks as he admitted in a
whisper, "I watch you walk, and I watch you bend over. I love to
see your heart-shaped arse beneath your skirts.
she gently grasped his wrists. Placing them on her breasts, she caressed
his fingers and whispered, "Do you like my breasts too? I hope
so, because they need your attention."
smile, Matthew squeezed Catherine's soft breasts through her jumper
and said, "Darling, I love your breasts best of all. His hands
slid down her waist before pushing up her jumper to bare her braless
breasts. "Take this damned thing off," Matthew growled, "I've
wanted to see you naked for years."
obeyed, and threw her head back with a moan as her bare breasts slipped
into his hands. She thought that his hands fit her soft globes perfectly;
his every touch sparked a current that further galvanized her pussy.
between her thighs, she grasped Matthew's swollen penis as gently as
she could and raised herself up. Though she whimpered as Matthew's hand
left her breasts, she purred when he whispered, "You want me to
hold myself straight for you, right?"
she sighed as she felt his tip against the entrance to her well, "Push
obeyed, driving himself as deeply into her as he could as he grasped
her hips. Catherine's cry mingled with Matthew's as they joined. Matthew's
hands found her breasts again, and Catherine clenched her pussy against
Matthew's penis as he gently kneaded her creamy globes. "Rock with
me," Catherine whispered as she leaned over Matthew, "Stroke
me deep inside."
whimpered with every gentle thrust as he
beneath Catherine, sliding his hands between her swaying breasts and
stockinged thighs. She leaned forward so that she could grind her clitoris
against his body while caressing his chest and shoulders, and gasped
as Matthew began to thrust harder into her.
her body begin to tense, Catherine whispered through gritted teeth,
"I I'm so very close."
a hard thrust before swiveling his hips beneath her, Matthew gasped,
"Come soon, please. I can't take this much longer."
you want to stop?"
I want," Matthew started before a cry escaped his lips, "I
want to come with you. Please."
for Matthew to come with her, Catherine slipped a hand between her thighs.
Her fingertips found her slick and swollen clitoris, and she began to
circle it beneath her short skirt as she had done every night since
she was twelve. The stimulation combined with the sensation of Matthew's
swollen shaft inside her, and her pussy began to clench in a rhythm
she could not control.
delight spread through her body, and she threw her head back. Crying
out, "Oh my... oh my god," Catherine reveled in her orgasm
as she felt Matthew erupt with in her. His cry overshadowed her own;
he cried her name as he exploded within her.
as her body glowed, she let Matthew gently caress her shoulders and
guide her so that her body was draped over his. Slipping her hands into
his silky hair, she drank a lazy kiss from his lips as he dragged his
short fingernails up and down her spine.
love you, Catherine," Matthew whispered as he caressed the nape
of her neck.
love you too, Matthew," Catherine purred as she pressed her lips
to his throat. Feeling his pulse beneath her lips, she whispered, "Am
I really your first?"
him close, Catherine closed her eyes as she drifted in time to his pulse
against her lips, "Hearing that makes me so very happy. I wanted
to be your first, and have you be mine."
stroked her hair, his fingers slipping into her dark curls, he said,
"I am definitely yours, my love," as he pulled his blankets
over their bodies.
smiled and mussed her hair, "I'll bet tickets to the next Iron
Maiden show that my father will say, 'It's about fucking time'."
insisted on me keeping condoms in my night table since I was thirteen,
giggled, "You did mention that." Snuggling close, Catherine
whispered in his ear, "Even if your parents do disapprove, it'd
be worth it. Making love to you was incredible."
his body so that they could lay in spoons, Matthew cupped Catherine's
breast as he buried his face in her hair, "Why use the past tense?
I will want to make love to you again."
shivered as she felt Matthew's moist lips upon the nape of her neck.
She shivered again as he flicked his tongue against her earlobe and
whispered, "Darling, you're a goddess in flesh, and I intend to
worship you every chance I get."
Matthew to sleep, Catherine crept down the stairs the next morning.
As she padded into the kitchen, Matthew's mother offered her a cup of
L-------," Catherine said, "there's something I need to tell
Matthew's mother smiled, "I already know. I'm glad it was you. But what is Matthew going to think when he wakes up alone?"
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