“ Just"Acquaintances.

There I was, another day where the cold January dayspring air slapped me in the face as I walked out of the car to my for the first time flow division. Through the room access, straight, then down the hall-last class on the right. I walk in, always the s or third somebody to be there, and greet my maths teacher from across the elbow room. Grabbing my allot textbook, number 14, on the way in, I march down the gap separating rows of desks, and plopped down into my seat.
"Have a nice weekend, Jacob ?"asked Mr. Morrison, my math teacher.
"Yes, I did. give thanks you for asking, what about you ?"I replied.
"Oh, you know, just the usual. Watching Dominicus dark football with the missus yappin'on about foodstuff store stories."
For some reason I always thought the Mr. Morrison was a bit gay.
But besides that, only a few minute of arc after I came in, and right after the first Alexander Melville Bell, in came the merely female child in class with a grade higher than mine. Of course, I feel ashamed and downcast acknowledging it, but Juliette Monroe is the lone person with a score higher than mine. I have a 99 %, and she has like a 102 %. But come on ! The alone reasonableness that this happened was because of a stupid fault I made on a quiz, I care so much about my grades-I'm such a fucking nerd.
rear to Juliette, she walks in and snap up her assigned text, bit 15, and paseo past me to her desk at the far-right incline of the room, second electric chair back. Damn is she aphrodisiac, she's a short midst, but that just means that her curves are more shaped, *wink. She has long dark-brown hairsbreadth, semi-wavy, and almond-brown centre. Her ass is just out of this reality, which is complimented very nicely with her softball pants, she wears those a lot.
opposite to what you may possess interpreted her as : a hoe, she's not. She is a very intellectual girl, and came from a catholic school-so you know that she's a"goody-goody ”. Unfortunately for me, I picked the faulty day to wear exertion pants, because an obvious excrescence began to arise from within my pants. Damnit Wong ! ( I named my cock ‘ Wong ’, hehe. ) Why do you own to wake up up when it's only 4:30 AM ? Anyways, the rest of the period, and the schooltime day for that went on at the same rate as common, tiresome as a sloth.
After schooling, I did what I usually did-eat something, then masturbate. Hey ! Don't judge me ! I'm only 14, and if my Dad found out that I was hitting it, he's go ape-shit and down me. Whoa, all this time explaining my day and Juliette, I forgot to observe myself. My name is Francois Jacob Godinez, I am 14 years old, and 5 foot 8 in tall. I have a 7x5 ( erect ) penis, which according to several rube searches is pretty big for my age if I don't say so myself. I have blue Brown ( almost black ) hair, and dark brown oculus. Also as you know, I have a rather ‘ sexual'desire for Juliette Monroe.
So after busting my nut, which was propelled by a fuel no other than internet pornography, I was startled by the tri-tone sound of an ingress schoolbook. I picked up my phone which was on the desk next to the computer. It was Juliette. The text read :
"Hey, do u hav the resolution for the homework ?"
I laughed at the matter, like really, of all people why would she take help, let alone answers with her preparation ? I replied with a teasing :
"Oh really ? I thought that you were ‘ better than me at Algebra !'” Which was a subject we joked about often.
"I'm unplayful ! I forgot the copy down the answers from the check flat solid on the display board, and I don't want to get a zip tomorrow !"I guess I'm not the only when one who cares about my grades.
"Okay ! Okay ! fine !"I sent the list of corresponding answers for questions on this night's preparation, and she replied with a quick and childlike :
"Thanks ! ! ! I owe you."
Hmm, you owe me, is that so ? Haha there's no way in hell she would ever requite me in the sick and twisted manner I was imagining. Anyways, time to go to bed.
I wake up the next morning, get ready, and go to school. This clock time in first period I'm noticing a lot Sir Thomas More eye touch from Juliette, and for a s I thought she was trying to mouth something to me. The residual of the day droned on, like usual. At the Saame rate of stop number as usual. I walk out of my seventh and last period of the day, and go out into the front face of the school, where my dad usually picks me up from school.
I waited a little bit and was surprised with a text from my dad saying :
"Hey Jake, I'm going to be running a little lately today, I have to run some extra errands so just go to the library and wait, okay ?"
I was confused as to why he had extra errands to do, whatever, good affair the program library was open.
I walked into the library and signed my name on the flat solid next to the entryway and then walked my way into the circular room, sitting down at an available calculator. As soon as I got settled in I looked around to see if I recognized anyone who was there, nope, just some delinquent students that go here after school to receive free tutoring from the teachers that approve on going.
I log onto the computing machine and open up my gmail. Just browsing around, bored, my middle wandered off the face of the screen and behind it. Juliette was sitting at the estimator across from mine.
It wasn't very long before our eyes met and she perked up, acknowledging my front. She walked around the corner of the tabular array and sat down on the belittled chair future to me.
"Hey, what'cha doing ?"she asked.
I turned, trying my hardest not to stare at her broad and round tits.
"Just working on the novel I'm writing for English class."I answered.
"Oh that ? I already finished that a looong prison term ago."
"Of grade you did, dumbass !"I said jokingly.
"Ahaha, at to the lowest degree I get my work done."Said Juliette, hitting my shoulder joint jokingly as well.
"Whatever !"I retorted.
"Anyways, I just wanted to give thanks you for helping me with utmost night's homework, you really saved my ass !"she said.
"Oh really ? And who doesn't get their piece of work done around here ?"I replied, with a pocket-sized giggle.
"Shut up ! I just wanted to show some appreciation."She said, a little bit more restrained than her hold out sentence.
This meter she did something that made me sit up in my chair and almost whine like a little girl, she bent over slightly towards the figurer I was using, putting the time lag from her hand on my genitals, giving me a full scene of that round ass. I was getting hard.
Eyes wide and trying to press her off, I whispered :
"Juliette ! What the piece of ass are you doing ? ! ? ! Everybody in the subroutine library can see us !"
"Be quiet, I said that I needed to repay you, right ? Come on, don't act like you're not liking what you see."
Oh god, I was getting so hard. She was right though, that ass was perfective with the spandex she was wearing.
I was speechless.
"Follow me, lets go. I want to show you something. She got up from my crotch with a wink, and began to walk towards the main entrance doors. So many things going through my 14 year old mind, without hesitating, I got up and followed her wondering what was coming next .