0 comments/ 22710 views/ 0 favorites High School Lovers By: Skyler Marie God I hated this place. There was nothing worse, in my mind, than being stuck in a hot school, listening to boring teachers spout on and on about shit that we would never use. The two months I would have to wait until graduation seemed like an eternity to me. I was glad I had written my own excuse to get out of school early. How good it would feel to have him touching me again. Pete was my best friend. Just good friends to everyone else. But to each other we were a true fucking pair. I could tell him anything, except my feelings. I couldn’t handle being rejected by him. I needed him. He gave me feelings deep inside my soul. I loved everything about him. His blond hair and his thin, toned body. And his eyes, I could get lost in that never-ending sea of blue. How I love staring into his eyes. I glanced at my watch, only 20 minutes to go before I would meet him. We had skipped school together before, but each time my stomach churned more and more. I could feel my pussy quivering deep within as the time ticked away. I knew he would want to fuck, I knew I to wanted to feel his cock buried to the hilt inside my moist pussy. I stood up and glanced up at my teacher. She nodded and I gathered my things and walked to the door. My heart raced as I slowly made my way to my locker. I tucked my book inside and shut the door. I felt as if my heart was beating out of my chest as I walked up the back stairs and out the door. I breathed the fresh air. The freedom I had now was super. I was done with school for the day, yet the lessons only started. I walked up the hill and glanced back at the school once more through the trees. My heart sunk when I saw him waiting there for me. He smiled and took another drag from his cigarette. I could feel my senses quicken as he walked past me and toward our patch of woods. I watched his tight ass as he walked. My nipples poked their way outward from my bra. My pussy was on fire and I knew I needed his touches to quench me. We walked back under the trees, to our spot. I didn’t know if he had taken his girlfriend there or not but in my eyes it was ours, our little spot away from it all. It was cleared enough to sit if you wanted but still hidden enough amongst the trees to give privacy if needed. And Pete and I always seemed to need it. He pulled me close. Our faces nearing, our lips parting to accept the other’s tongue. A deep tongue entwined kiss set my hormones on fire, and I could tell from the bulge in his pants that it had the same effect on him as well. His hands worked their way into my shirt and beneath my bra. I knew my nipples were rock hard and sweaty tits only enhanced the feel of his strong hands. He squeezed my tits and tweaked my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I gazed into his eyes, lost for a few moments. I held him tight, using his tall body to support my weakening legs. My whole body seemed to quiver. He kissed my lips hard, taking my breath with him as he did. Whether he realized it or not I was his. I slowly ran my hand along his denim covered bulge and around to his grabbable ass, He gasped with pleasure. I fought with his belt. Sensing my frustration he offered a hand, releasing it quickly and with ease. “I hate that belt” I said with a cocky tone “That is why I wear it, to watch you fight with it.” Pete said with a chuckle. I undid his button and zipper to his jeans. His tiger stripped duds only turned me on more. I slid his pants down and teased his hardness through his underwear. He sighed showing his enjoyment as he ran his fingers through my hair. I dropped to my knees releasing his hard cock from the prison which held it. His cock sprung back and slapped him in the belly. His head glistened with sweat and his balls stuck to his inner thighs a bit. He moved a little to release them from his sticky thighs. They swung freely, almost begging me to suck on them. I eased my head forward taking him into my mouth. His salty flesh never tasted so good. He watched as my head bobbed, taking his cock in and out of my mouth. I cupped his balls into my hand, tenderly squeezing them as I did. He eased his head back showing his approval. I let my mouth glide along his hard cock. I could feel his balls tighten. He stood me back up and kissed me. Playfully kissing my neck. I was so hot and horny. My wetness was oozing out of my hot slit. He eased his hands along the top of my pants and eased then down inch by inch. The crisp air made my pussy twitch even more. I needed him to fill my sexual desires, I needed him inside me. He slid his finger down along my covered slit. I thought I would gush my juices right then. He guided my dampened panties down off my hips, letting them fall to knee level. His fingers were so talented, and he worked his way into my wet cunt. I moaned with pleasure. I loved the way his touches sent me soaring. I kissed his soft lips hard, ramming my tongue deep into his mouth. He took my lead and soon our tongues were locked in sexual bliss. After breaking our kiss, I nibbled his neck. Teasing and kissing it over and over. I tried sucking his tender neck flesh but he stopped me almost as soon as I had started. I felt confused and hurt until he spoke “It kinda tickles, I liked it but I can’t go home with a hickey, my mom would freak out.” I understood what he ment, I knew deep down my mom would flip out too if I were to come home marked from passion. He slowly eased me to the ground. I was shocked but excited just the same. It was the first time we had fucked face to face. I was so used to him bending me over and fucking my pussy from behind. I watched his face as he guided his hot prick into my waiting cunt. My pussy was never tight like I wanted it be, but his size always made it feel tighter than it was. I felt my pussy stretching, sucking his manmeat deep inside. I winced as I felt my pussy rip slightly. I had gotten used to being ripped by him and even though it burned like hell when I went pee; I loved the feel. I gazed deep into his baby blue eyes, he had a raw lust in them. I moaned as he pumped in and out of my soaking wet snatch. I could feel my pussy twisting and turning, I knew I was going to cum. “You are gonna make me cummm Pete......” I said in between intense pants. I felt his body tense as his balls emptied the milky load into my pussy. I gasp as my own body released my sex juice. He panted and lay motionless on top of me. Our chests heaving as our bodies calmed from our climaxes. We lay together for a few minutes, it seemed like forever, then he withdrew his faded cock from my cum soaked puss. I could feel our sex potion running down between my heavy ass cheeks. The sticky liquid making the leaves and dirt cling to my steamy body. He helped me up from the ground and watched as I brushed off the best I could. He was zipping his jeans when I turned back to see him starring at me. “ Are you ok?” He said in a low voice “Hell yes I am okay. You were wonderful” I stammered. We chuckled at each other for a few moments. Pete lit himself a cigarette and offered to light mine as well. I let him and we sat back and enjoyed our after fuck smoke together. We talked about the firehall, we were both members of fire companies, and about our upcoming club trip. He started to talk about this guy he knew teaching him how to sing a couple songs and asked if I would like to hear them. I knew he had a deep voice and could hold a note, so I agreed. He stared singing Stand By Me. My heart melted as the words rolled off his tongue. I loved that song and It fit us so perfectly. He sang it with such feeling, I knew he was feeling the same things I was. That was our song now and we both knew it. I pulled him close again kissing him deeply. I loved him, god how I loved him. I wish I could’ve told him. My mouth opened but the words didn’t come out. It was like this moment was frozen it time and we were lost in it. My heart thumped hard as he pulled back away from me and glanced at his watch. “It is time for the buses” he said I nodded as I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I didn’t want this moment to end, I wanted him to be with me forever. He completed me. We walked out into the clearing and lit another smoke as we walked down the hill. I glowed on the outside but I was breaking on the inside. Why couldn’t I tell him how I felt? Why did I have to worry so much about what he would think of me? Why does loving someone hurt so damn much? He looked back to make sure I was following him. He smiled at me when he realized I was once again starring at his ass. He walked a little slower, shaking his ass in a teasing way. The prick knew I loved watching his ass. I loved it and his cock; I loved everything about him. He knew he had me wrapped around his finger, and his cum dried cock was proof he had me right where he wanted me. I wondered if he ever thought of me when he was fucking his girlfriend, or laying alone in his bed jacking his erection. I wondered if I would ever be his girlfriend. I didn’t care. I was still his best friend and if we fuck every once in a while; so be it. I was not about to bitch. He made me feel alive. I walked down to catch my bus and he walked to catch his. Our glances and my swelled pussy lips were all the proof I needed to show we shared something special, and this was the start of an even more beautiful relationship than we already had. I was ready for anything he would offer. I was willing to show him what love was, whether he was ready or not........... High School Lovers I have written many times here about my experiences as a professor of English at a small New England college and a few experiences about my life after that. But I also had several interesting experiences as a high school English teacher before I became a college professor, and this is one of those. Every high school has its pair of star-crossed lovers, the Romeo and Juliet of the school as it were. And for our high school it was Ryan and Betsy. They had known each other since kindergarten, they had become close friends in middle school, and they had become "fast friends" in high school if you know what I mean—and I think you do. Both of them were attractive young people. Ryan was slender, dark-haired and captain of the track team. Betsy was about five-eight with long blonde hair that she usually wore in a Scandinavian-type thick single braid and pale blue eyes. She also had a beautiful face and a lithe dancer's figure. Best of all, both of them were very smart A-list students, and now in their senior year, both planned to go to the same state university. I don't know exactly when they became "friends with benefits"; probably in their junior year, but it could have been in their sophomore year. Kids today, they grow up so fast. But it was apparent from the intimacy of their touches and caresses that they knew each other's bodies quite well. They were often called down about it, and several teachers had told them to "get a room", which when you think about it was a very irresponsible suggestion, since while they were 18, they still were just students. Personally, I found their touches and caresses to be quite charming, and I certainly did not mind their engaging in them in my classroom. They knew that I felt that way about them. When they were walking down the hall together and ascended the six steps to the upper level, it was common for Ryan to caress Betsy's lovely jean-clad bottom. Like most students, they wore mostly jeans and for the girls skimpy tops that showed about three inches of skin between the jeans and the tops. But also, in Betsy's case, the worn jeans were so pale and thin that it was obvious that underneath them, she was either wearing pantyhose—unlikely—or nothing at all. I guessed it was the latter, and I enjoyed following them up the hall as often as I could. Now, we were in the last week of their high school life. Graduation was only a week away. Betsy came into my classroom one day during the lunch break. She was dressed in her thin jeans and a skimpy yellow shirred top. "Mr. Baxter, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked. "Of course. I always have a minute—or much more—for you." She sat down at the chair beside my desk. "I just wanted to tell you that since you've been so nice to Ryan and me in the past three years, we're really going to miss you." "Well, I will miss the both of you too," I replied. "But that's true every year: You lose some students that you really hate to see go." "A lot of the other teachers acted like we were committing some kind of a crime just by being affectionate with each other, but you always said you thought it was charming." "Yes, I did." "It was not like we were having actual sex in the classroom," she said indignantly. "No, of course not." But I thought how nice that would have been. "So since you were such a good friend to us, I was wondering if you would like to have a couple of pictures of Ryan and me to remember us by?" "Yes, of course. I would love that." "Okay, here they are. We took them with my new digital camera using the self timer, and I printed them out on my printer at home." I wondered why she was giving me these technical details, as she handed me a 6 by 8 manila envelope. "But don't look at them until I leave." "Okay." She stood up. "We still have four more days, so we'll see you in class." "Right." And she left. I watched the sheer denim of her lovely bottom until she was out the door. Then I opened the envelope. The first 5 x 7 picture was of the two of them standing side by side with their arms around each other in what appeared to be a woodland path, probably in the nearby state park. In the second picture, they were in the same place but turned to each other, embracing and kissing. Very cute. I didn't see how anyone could object to anything like that. But it was the third picture that caught my attention—and explained the technical details. She had been telling me that these were not pictures that were developed in any local drugstore photo lab. The pose was exactly the same as the previous picture, the setting was exactly the same. The one difference was that both of them were stark naked—and pressed tightly against each other as they kissed. Wow! I looked at it for a long time. Then I went to the fourth picture. It was taken in what appeared to be her bedroom. A lot of girl stuff in other words. I knew that both of her parents worked during the day, so she had the house to herself when she came home from school. And now I knew what she had been doing with that time. Ryan, naked, was lying face up in the center of her single bed. Betsy, also naked, was lying sideways to his lower right with his penis in her hand. Or rather the bottom half of his penis. The top half was in her mouth. Wow and double wow! I looked up at the wall, wondering why I had been the lucky recipient of these pictures? Finally, I got to the fifth and last picture. Ryan was still lying naked on the bed, only this time Betsy, still naked, was straddling him and facing the camera. And she was completely impaled on his penis, their pubic hairs mingling. She had a big smile on her face, and I could see from her little tuft of maidenhair that she was a real blonde. Wow and triple wow! But I knew that this sort of forbidden behavior could not go unreported or unpunished, so the next day, I called both of them into my office after school. They both looked a little nervous when they entered, not knowing what was in store for them. This was going to be fun. They sat opposite my desk. I took the envelope and pulled the pictures out. "First, the good news," I said. "I'm very flattered that you would want me to be the recipient of these. The two of you are certainly very good-looking people, and it's not a surprise to me that you both have been having sex for some time. I assume you're using some sort of protection?" "Yes, I'm on the pill," Betsy said. "Mom found out about it from the sheets and made me go on it." "Good for her. And now the bad news." I looked around. "Who does this room and this desk belong to?" "You," Betsy replied. "No, actually it belongs to the school district. While I have a key to the room and lock it up at night, the principal also has a key and can come in here any time he likes. If he had come in here and found these pictures on my desk, you two would have been expelled, and I probably would have been out of a job." "I never thought about that," Betsy said, "I'm sorry." "You're forgiven. But according to the school code, I should turn these pictures and the story of how I got them over to the principal." "Oh God..." Betsy murmured "But I really don't want to do that, so I'll let you make a choice. Which would you rather have: Discipline from the principal or a discipline suggested by me?" "You," Betsy replied immediately. "Okay, here's what we'll do. Do you know where I live?" "Down by the river?" "Yes. Ninety-eight Maple Avenue, an old house down by the river. I live there alone. What night is your date night?" Friday and Saturday," Betsy said. "Okay, both of you come down there at seven p.m. on Friday, and I'll let you know what the discipline will be. I think you'll actually find it to be rather enjoyable." "Okay," Betsy replied. She looked at Ryan. Both of them arrived right on time on Friday. Ryan was wearing jeans and a sweater, and Betsy was actually wearing a plaid wrap-around skirt and a white ribbed sweater. She had dressed up for the occasion. I invited them in and motioned for them to sit down on the couch in the living room. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked. Betsy looked at Ryan in surprise. "That ought to tell you that what we are going to do certainly would not be approved of by the school administration," I said. "So we might as well add more to it. Wine?" "Sure," Ryan said with a smile. I went to the kitchen, poured three large goblets and brought them back on a tray. "This is what I am going to suggest," I began as I handed them the wine. "While the pictures are very nice, they are nothing like the real thing of course. The discipline that I would like to impose on you is that I would like you to do the same thing right here, right on this couch—with me watching." "You want us to have sex here?" Betsy asked incredulously, looking at the couch. "That's right." She looked at Ryan. Ryan thought about it for a minute. "I say: Let's go for it," Ryan said. "It's a lot better than being reported." "Okay...I guess," Betsy replied. Then she turned to me. "What do you want us to do?" "Well, first of all, I need to tell you that I would like to videotape it for my own personal library. No one but me will see it of course (other than a few of my male friends at school, I thought), but after you leave home and go away to college, I will send you a copy of the tape if you like. It will be a wonderful memento of how it was to be young and in love. Is that all right with you?" Betsy looked at Ryan. "I guess so," she said. Ryan nodded. "We would like to have a copy," he said looking at me. "Good." I picked up the camcorder from the side table. "Now, based on the pictures you gave me, I think the first thing I would like would be for the two of you to get completely undressed." She looked at Ryan. Ryan stood up and pulled off his sweater. Betsy gave a little sigh then stood up and pulled off her white sweater as well. I turned the camcorder on and started shooting. I wasn't that much interested in Ryan's striptease, so I focused on Betsy. She unfastened her wrap-around skirt and let it drop. Now she was clad only in white bikini panties and a sheer white bra. She reached behind her, unfastened the bra and let that drop as well. Her breasts were small but beautifully formed with pointy pink nipples. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down over her thighs, her knees and her calves until they were finally draped around her feet. She had a lovely little sandy-colored bush, which she tried to cover with one hand as she also started to blush a little. "You're very beautiful, Betsy," I said. "Thank you," she replied. "You too, Ryan." I didn't want to leave him out since he was now completely undressed as well, but I turned to Betsy again. "There's no need to cover up such beauty." "All right." She took her hand away, and I got a nice close-up. "Now, for the next step, also shown in a picture. It looks like Ryan is only half ready, so I would like you to get him fully ready, Betsy, with one of your delicious blow jobs." "All right." She got down on her knees, scooted over to Ryan, took his half-engorged member at the base in her right hand and put the rest of it in her mouth. As a little cocksucker, she wasn't as good as a professional of course, but as an amateur, she wasn't bad. "Ryan, are you good for two times?" I asked. "With her I am," he said with a smile. "Good. Then I want you to come in her mouth, and after he does, Betsy, I want you to turn around this way, open your mouth and show me." Betsy nodded. It was hard for her to talk with her mouth full. And Ryan, being the healthy young man that he was, did not take long. "Oh God!" he cried, as he shot into her mouth. Betsy choked a little, but then she turned around and opened her mouth to show me—and the camera. It looked like she had just popped a raw oyster into her mouth. My goodness, I thought, I should have been a professional director. This movie was going to be so good that I could sell it on the Internet—but I thought that would not be a good idea. "Okay, Ryan, now you can return the favor to Betsy," I said. "Yeah, Ryan," she said with a laugh as she stood up, flopped down on the couch and spread her legs. Ryan got between her legs and began licking her lovely pussy. Betsy started to moan softly, and I continued shooting. Another couple of minutes of this was making me feel like I had a hammer in my pants, and I was afraid they were going to notice, so I thought it was best that we go to the final stage. "Okay, now that both of you are aroused and well-lubricated, we'll go onto the last part," I said. "Ryan, I want you to sit on the couch facing me. Betsy, I want you to straddle Ryan but also facing me. Then I think you know how to impale yourself, since I saw you do it before." "Yes, I do." Betsy said with a smile. While she had been very shy at the beginning, I think that both of them had gotten to the point where they found my presence and that of the camera to be a turn-on. Ryan sat on the couch, his penis once again fully upright, Betsy straddled him, took his penis in her hand and slowly sank down on it. All the way. "Try to make it last." I said. And they did. For about five minutes. Ryan's glistening penis sliding in and out of her. But then with a groan, Ryan apparently came inside of her, and it looked from her suddenly flushed face that she had come as well. "Very good!" I said. "This will make a wonderful movie." "And we want a copy," Ryan said. "You will have one—after you get to college." I turned the camera off but enjoyed watching them as they got dressed. I knew that the video would make a wonderful entertainment at the monthly cocktail and dinner gathering at my house of my male friends in the school. A live performance would have been even nicer of course, but a poor teacher must do what he can with what he has.