“ Just"Acquaintances.

There I was, another day where the cold January morning air slapped me in the face as I walked out of the car to my first stop form. Through the doors, straight, then down the hall-last form on the right hand. I walk in, always the endorsement or third gear person to be there, and recognise my mathematics teacher from across the way. Grabbing my depute textbook, figure 14, on the way in, I march down the gap separating rows of desks, and plopped down into my seat.
"Have a dainty weekend, Jacob ?"asked Mr. Toni Morrison, my math teacher.
"Yes, I did. give thanks you for asking, what about you ?"I replied.
"Oh, you know, just the usual. Watching Sunday night football with the missis yappin'on about market store stories."
For some reason I always thought the Mr. Morrison was a bit gay.
But besides that, only a few min after I came in, and right after the first bell, in came the only girl in class with a score higher than mine. Of course, I feel ashamed and deject acknowledging it, but Juliette Marilyn Monroe is the only person with a grade higher than mine. I have a 99 %, and she has like a 102 %. But come on ! The entirely understanding that this happened was because of a stupid mistake I made on a quiz, I care so much about my grades-I'm such a nookie nerd.
spinal column to Juliette, she walks in and grabs her assigned textbook, number 15, and walkway past me to her desk at the far-right side of the room, second chair back. hoot is she sexy, she's a picayune thick, but that just means that her curves are more shaped, *wink. She has long brownness pilus, semi-wavy, and almond-brown eyes. Her ass is just out of this mankind, which is complimented very nicely with her softball trouser, she wears those a lot.
Contrary to what you may have 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 ill-timed day to tire out stew pants, because an obvious bulge began to arise from within my pants. Damnit Wong ! ( I named my peter ‘ Wong ’, hehe. ) Why do you have to wake up when it's only 4:30 AM ? Anyways, the oddment of the stop, and the schoolhouse day for that went on at the same rate as usual, slow as a sloth.
After shoal, I did what I usually did-eat something, then masturbate. Hey ! Don't jurist me ! I'm only 14, and if my Dad found out that I was hitting it, he's go ape-shit and kill me. Whoa, all this time explaining my day and Juliette, I forgot to mention myself. My name is Jacob Godinez, I am 14 class old, and 5 foot 8 inch tall. I have a 7x5 ( erect ) phallus, which according to various yokel hunting is pretty big for my age if I don't say so myself. I have dark brown ( almost black ) hair, and dark brown centre. 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 former than internet pornography, I was startled by the tri-tone auditory sensation of an ingress schoolbook. I picked up my telephone which was on the desk next to the calculator. It was Juliette. The schoolbook read :
"Hey, do u hav the answers for the homework ?"
I laughed at the issue, like really, of all mass why would she take help, let alone solution with her homework ? 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 serious ! I forgot the copy down the answers from the check sheet on the plank, and I don't want to get a cypher tomorrow !"I guess I'm not the only when one who cares about my grades.
"okeh ! Okay ! Fine !"I sent the list of corresponding answers for interrogation on this evening's preparation, and she replied with a quickly and simple :
"Thanks ! ! ! I owe you."
Hmm, you owe me, is that so ? Haha there's no way in underworld she would ever repay me in the disturbed and twisted ways I was imagining. Anyways, time to go to bed.
I wake up the next aurora, get ready, and go to school. This fourth dimension in first period I'm noticing a lot more than eye middleman from Juliette, and for a second I thought she was trying to mouth something to me. The rest of the day droned on, like usual. At the same rate of speed as usual. I walk out of my seventh and survive period of the day, and go out into the social movement case of the school, where my dad usually picks me up from school.
I waited a slight bit and was surprised with a school text from my dad saying :
"Hey Jake, I'm going to be running a little late today, I have to run some additional errands so just go to the library and wait, okay ?"
I was confused as to why he had extra errands to do, whatever, full thing the library was open.
I walked into the library and signed my name on the sheet next to the entering and then walked my way into the broadside way, sitting down at an usable computer. 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 unfreeze tutoring from the instructor that approve on going.
I log onto the computer and open up my gmail. Just browsing around, bored, my eyes wandered off the side of the filmdom and behind it. Juliette was sitting at the computer 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 table and sat down on the minor chair adjacent to me.
"Hey, what'cha doing ?"she asked.
I turned, trying my hardest not to stare at her replete and brush up tits.
"Just working on the novel I'm writing for English class."I answered.
"Oh that ? I already finished that a looong metre ago."
"Of course you did, dumbass !"I said jokingly.
"Ahaha, at least I get my study done."Said Juliette, hitting my berm jokingly as well.
"Whatever !"I retorted.
"Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for helping me with last night's homework, you really saved my ass !"she said.
"Oh really ? And who doesn't get their work done around here ?"I replied, with a small giggle.
"Shut up ! I just wanted to show some appreciation."She said, a small bit more quiet than her last sentence.
This meter she did something that made me sit up in my chair and almost screech like a minuscule young woman, she bent over slightly towards the electronic computer I was using, putting the wait from her mitt on my genital organ, giving me a total view of that circle ass. I was getting hard.
optic wide and trying to push her off, I whispered :
"Juliette ! What the piece of ass are you doing ? ! ? ! Everybody in the depository 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 prove you something. She got up from my genital organ with a New York minute, and began to walk towards the independent entryway doors. So many thing going through my 14 class old mind, without hesitating, I got up and followed her wondering what was coming next .