****** Maryanne by The Butterfly ******
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Maryanne


The small, folded piece of paper that landed next to my desk startled me.
Reluctantly, I picked it up, glancing around at who could have thrown it. To my
indescribable shock, I saw Maryanne Blanton gesturing for me to open it. I did
just that, nearly ripping the damn letter as I did. It read:

"James,
Meet me outside the girls' bathroom by the library after school. Please? :)
M.B."

Let me take a second to describe Maryanne. She is about 5'4", probably between
105-115 lbs., and built just beautifully. Her long, brown hair hangs to the
middle of her back. I never know what to gape at first, her smooth, soft legs
or her firm, ample breasts. She's one of those popular types: not a total bitch
like most of the cheerleaders, just a classic beauty with a great attitude and
a commendable disposition. She was the kind of girl you'd expect to draw little
smiley-faces all over her letters. I'd loved her since 6th grade, at least I
think it was love, and now that we were both juniors, it seemed silly to like
anyone else.

Since I got that note in 3rd period, I had 3 1/2 agonizing periods to wait to
find out what she meant. I'm not a moron, I had a pretty good idea, and she
didn't seem like the kind of girl that would pull a prank like this on an
unsuspecting guy who's pretty sweet towards her. She was such a sweet girl,
part of me always wanted to pat her on the head in sort of a father-like way.

And the other part wanted to fuck her brains out. I had always fantasized about
what it would be like to lie her on her back and slowly rub her firm breasts
and flat stomach, and to plunge my meat deep into her hole and pump away until
we both came hard. I never expected that to happen, of course, but now, it
looked like it just might.

When school ended, I gathered my things and began walking toward the library at
my normal pace, partly because I wasn't sure what the whole thing was about and
partly because I didn't want the whole school to see my raging hard-on. She
hadn't stood me up - as I turned toward the library's corner, I saw her eyes
light up and her gorgeous smile come out. I approached her slowly, and she
responded by putting her hands around my waist.

"James," she said. "I know you've liked me for a while." She had no idea. "It's
fair for you to know that the feeling is mutual. I have had very strong
feelings for you since 6th grade, when you sat behind me in Mr. Toney's class."
She added to my shock by kissing me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth
and mine doing the same to hers.

I stood there, shocked beyond words, as she took my hand and led me into the
bathroom. She closed the latch on the door, and turned to me with her sexy
smile. She began slowly walking toward me, unbuttoning her jacket as she did.
As I watched in amazement, she peeled off her jacket, and then her tight shirt,
leaving only her bra between myself and her perfectly-structured tits. I
admired them for a second, taking in every detail: the roundness, fullness, and
firmness; the valley between her breasts, the teasing nipple hiding behind her
lace bra. It was this image that had brought me off nearly every time I had
masturbated since 6th grade - me and Maryanne Blanton's breasts, alone
together. She took my hand placed it on the top of her well-cut right breast,
and a wave of coolness blew through me as I caressed her tit. She leaned her
head back, outlining her cleavage line.

My God, I couldn't take anymore. She must have sensed this, because she
initiated another powerful kiss. She began kissing down my body, and as she
reached my stomach, she undid my pants. Looking up at me with an incredibly
sexy face, Maryanne wrapped her small, soft hand around my hard shaft. My face
twitched a little bit as she situated her grip on my dick, then began to stroke
it for me. Now, I've always enjoyed masturbating, esp. thinking of Maryanne,
but combining the two was and incredible experience. When I was about to shoot
off, Maryanne slowed her stroking and guided my waiting cock into her mouth. I
watched, amazed, as her soft lips enveloped my manhood. She began to hand-pump
my cock in and out of her sexy mouth, as if her mouth were her cunt, which I
was hoping to get a chance at.

Sure enough, after about three minutes of oral stimulation, she broke our
silent gratification and spoke.

"God, I can't wait to have that rock in me," she said.

Without wasting time, I knelt down on the floor. She bent her knees and spread
them, revealing her tight pink hole. I quickly touched my head to her lips, and
began to slowly push it into her hot canal while using my free hand to play
with her clitoris. She was gasping by the time I had it inside of her, and
began moaning loudly when I started to pump. Her inner lips hugged my rock-hard
cock tightly and her outer lips contracted with pleasure as we fucked, looking
deeply into each other's eyes.

"I love you," I whispered as my pleasure grew.

"Oh God, James," she gasped. "I love you too."

I was ready to cum, but didn't know where to do it. I tried asking her, but was
barely coherent.

"Where, oh God, where should I..."

"Just keep it in," she said. "I'll be OK, I promise." She leaned up and kissed
me, and I kissed back. It dawned on me then: I don't care what happens. I love
this girl and if I get her pregnant, so be it.

"Oh God, here it is," I said, as she whimpered with pleasure.

"Yes, cum in... oh God, oh, oh, shoot it in me, ohhhhhhhhhhh....." she tried to
say as my balls reached their limit. I squirted my first load into her tight
cunt at full speed, sending what seemed like gallons of hot semen into her. She
moaned louder as my cum impacted on her pussy walls. We continued twitching,
and my cum kept firing. It proved to be too much for her hole. Gobs of white
goo leaked out of her and splashed onto her legs and my balls. We laid there
for what must have been hours, just kissing and groping each other on the
bathroom floor.

As it turned out, Maryanne didn't get pregnant, but we learned our lesson from
the scare of the experience. Now that we are together, we take full precautions
each time we make love, and the passion is still there.

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