This story is n't gon na be hardcore or anything, I 'm just cranky and bored.. Girl point.of.view. -- - It 's final hebdomad, and everyone is stressed. `` What 's a better stress reliever than sex ? '' I joke quietly as I walk to my friend Miro 's sign with him and our supporter Trevor. Prumnopitys ferruginea grins and hugs me, groping me and then Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go. I smile and push him away. `` Perrrrrrv, '' I say, then glance over at Trevor. `` Do n't you jibe though ? '' I ask him, smiling softly. He blushes and looks away, muttering, `` Umm, well I 'm a virgin, sooo .... '' My smile widens and I say, `` Well, I got ta fix that. '' The look in Trevor 's eyes tells me he 's not sure if I 'm grievous or not, but Miro quickly says, `` Use my bed ! '' and then we arrive at his household. We all walk to his room, and I pull out my pipe and weed, loading a bowl and taking a hit before passing it to Trevor. He takes a hit and passes it to Miro. We rotate a few meter til the room is smokey and we 're all pretty heights. I take Trevor 's bridge player and move it to my inner second joint as I ramble about howFinals are bullshit. I smile at Trevor and his eyes meet mine before wandering down, to where his manus is. `` Hot ! '' Prumnopitys ferruginea outcry, reminding us he 's still there. I laugh and change the way I 'm relaxing, my head on Trevor 's lap, pulling his hand to my bureau as I close my eyes, giggling at how high-pitched I am. But not too in high spirits to cloud my judgement. I know what I want, and what I want is ... .Trevor. `` Miroooo, go 'way, '' I mutter. `` This is my houseee though, '' he whines, but walks out and shuts the door after him. I quickly get up and deplume off my shirt and bra, straddling Trevor 's lap as I start to osculate him, my clapper gentley sliding against his amphetamine lip, asking for entry. He kisses me back eagerly, his hands sliding down my bare peel. I push him down on the bed and osculate him again, rubbing my hips against his as I feel myself get more aroused, wet ... Trevor slides his mitt down my pants, under my panties, quickly sliding between my low-spirited lips to trifle with my snatch. I moan quietly, kissing him before sliding down and undoing his jeans, then pulling them down with his boxers. I hear his gasp of surprisal as I lick the tip of his putz, and I smile to myself before I start to suck it, taking it into my oral fissure and rolling my lingua on it 's underside. Trevor moans and his helping hand go to the vertebral column of my head, guiding my mouth on his member. I keep going for a patch, but force away and catch something from my backpack. `` prophylactic is sexy ! '' I giggle, pulling out a rubber and tearing the wrapping carefully. I look at the condom for a second before putting it on the desk so I can pull off the rest of my clothes, suddenly a little bit shy. I glance over as he pulls his wearing apparel off, and then I grab the condom and unroll it onto his member, smiling, my heart racing. `` This is real, '' I mutter to myself as he gets on the bed and I get on top, closing my optic and breathing for a second, biting my lip, trying to hide my tidal bore but nervous smile. Trevor smiles at me, and I military position myself over his gumshoe, then slowly slide down on it. We both let out moans of pleasure. I giggle to myself, realizing this is my first time, too, in a way. I 've never done it on a bed, let alone in a theater. My knees wo n't get all messed up this time ! I think to myself. I start to lift and gently unload myself on his dick, riding him, slowly building up a rhythm. We 're both moaning, and his hands are on my hips, guiding them ... I slowly rive away, then expression at Trevor. `` You should be on toppp now, '' I murmur, smiling. He gets on top of me, positioning himself at my snatch 's entrance, and energy in, leaning down to kiss me. We kiss as his pelvic girdle move, pushing innnnnn and outtttt, my legs wrapping around him and my hands tangling themselves into his whisker. We keep going, until his breathing variety more, and he pulls out all the way before pushing back inside me, my pussy tightening as we both climax, my leg tightening around him and my manpower trying not to pull his pilus too hard. We both lay there for a moment, breathless, before he gets up and puff off the safe, tying it and throwing it away. I reach my subdivision out, gesturing for him to come back and snuggle with me. `` That was .... '' he mutters, but I kiss him, cutting him off. We lay together for a patch, and then I get up and slowly get dressed.. < 3




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Trevor smiles as we quickly scamper into the girl 's bathroom much after school, so nobody will see us. With barely a few words, we kiss passionately in the little confines of the stall before I reach down to un-button and zip his jeans. In situations like this, I tend to have a pocket-sized joking fashion to hide how shake I am, so I make a comment about how annoying zippers can be. He puts a small forcible insistence on me, telling me with his hands what he wants. I get on my knee joint and pull his delightful stopcock from his boxers, licking and sucking the school principal, looking up at him a couple fourth dimension. I take as much of his thickset manhood in my mouth as I can, bobbing my head as I suck. One of his hands motion to guide my header, and I try to guide his dick into my throat, barely able to before I pull back and restrain sucking. His other hand goes to my head as well, and I love when a guy can involve a fiddling control like that, and my lowly realm starts to get wet. I keep going for a while, wondering why I ca n't take a crap him cum. I give up. for the time being and come back up to kiss him eagerly, our natural language touching and bodies pressed together. Wanting to be pleasance as well, I move one of his hands to the front of my blue jean, and his slides his hand in, finger's breadth touching and stroking my pussy as my collar dig into his dungaree crown. His fingers move in a glorious way that only a guitar or bass actor could move, and I bit my lip to save from moaning aloud. As I get near my climax, I realize I need to be leaving soon. I pull away and check my earphone, then grin weakly from my almost fully pleasured fatigue, telling him the time, and that we have to go. We both fix our gasp, and I look around before we both walk out of the can, kissing softly before we emerge back into reality .