Oh, fuck…
I know I shouldn’t make too much noise. Still, I can’t help myself. Another groan falls from my lips. Not even clamping a hand down around my mouth is enough to keep me quiet.
The last thing I want is to get caught, but I mean, come on!
How can I not make noise in a situation like this? Any guy in my place would.
God, it feels so good!
I can’t believe this is actually happening. I would never, not in a million years, if not for the fact she’s right there. My eyes aren’t deceiving me. There, she is, the most popular girl in school, kneeling before me with my cock in her mouth.
And if the sight of her sucking me off isn’t enough, then there’s the pleasure too. That is on a whole other level, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
She’s definitely done this before. The way she works my shaft with both hand and mouth at the same time makes that obvious enough. Why, she goes at it as if her life depends on it.
Up and down she pumps my cock, her fingers wrapping tight around my throbbing shaft. All the while she slobbers on the end, leaving me coated in saliva. Oh, how those pink, plump lips of hers stretch wide around me, lathering me with such attention.
That sucking sensation… Oh, God, the sucking!
I’ve truly not felt anything like it before. Not just because of how skilled she is either. No, I’ve never had my cock sucked before. Not even a handjob. Hell, I’ve never even kissed or held hands with a girl before now.
To think, a loser virgin like me would experience such a wonder in his life. And from HER, no less.
My head is blank, my legs weak at the knees. The bliss, the pleasure, it’s all I can think about. It consumes me.
“Oh, Bridget…” I moan through the impromptu gag that is my hand, earning a glare from the girl in question.
Talk about beginner’s luck. There’s no way in hell I should’ve ever been able to pull her. She’s THE popular girl. The one every girl wants to be and every guy wants to fuck. We’re nowhere close to being in the same league. Hell, I wouldn’t even put us in remotely the same universe, dating-wise. She is well and truly beyond my hopes, which begs the question…
How did I get so lucky?
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. Even now, as she sucks the life out of me through my cock, I have no idea how this happened. My day started so normally…
***
The morning came with a sluggish start, as it always did. To say I’m lazy is an understatement. If it were the weekend, I could’ve easily stayed in bed until eleven.
Alas, it was a school day, and thus I needed to get up on time. If I didn’t, my parents would’ve made me, and although they loved me, they could be a bit…
Well, let’s just say they’ve always expected the best from me.
Head clouded with sleep, I went about my daily routine like a robot. Shower, changing into my uniform, and then breakfast downstairs. I went through the motions on autopilot, barely processing anything around me. Not even my parent’s conversation as we ate, one of the few meals we actually shared because of how busy they were.
It wasn’t until school that I was even fully awake. And as such, that’s when I first noticed it.
Something was off.
What exactly that was escaped me. Even now, I’m not quite sure, but back then I was even less so. All I had to go on was this strange feeling, like the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end.
Something was wrong. I did not doubt that fact, but I couldn’t tell you why, or in what way. Understandably, I was also a little distracted at the time, so there was that too.
A few seats in front of me, a group of guys were being rowdy. The classroom was relatively empty so early in the morning. They, a small cluster of popular girls, and yours truly were the only ones there at the time.
Not one to linger on the unimportant, I put the strange feeling aside. It mustn’t have been anything of note if I couldn’t put a word to what I was feeling. So instead, I eavesdropped on the guys’ conversation.
“You should’ve seen the mouth on this chick. She was going at me like a vacuum. I mean seriously!” One of them, the most boisterous, did a rather lewd imitation of what he spoke about.
His friends hung onto his every word. The girls, however, were less impressed, sending glares their way. Well, almost all of them. The Queen Bee herself paid them little heed, as she did anyone deemed below her.
What I wouldn’t have given to be in that guy’s place. I couldn’t possibly imagine what a blowjob was like, not poor, old loser me who had never so much as flirted with a girl. The only solace I had was listening in on their conversation, and others like it. At the very least, I could live vicariously through the details they shared.
“She was super easy too. I’m talking major slut vibes. I probably could’ve done her if not for her parents coming home early.” He continued without hesitation or care who heard. All while he sat at his desk with his feet kicked up and hands behind his head.
The guy gave off major asshole energy, and still, I couldn’t have been more jealous. People like him operated on a different wavelength to me. I didn’t know how they did it. To have so little remorse, or care for the things they said and did…
How does one have no shame, no guilt? What about worry?
That’s my biggest flaw. Whenever I interacted with a girl, or even just a stranger, worry would consume me. I couldn’t stop thinking about this thing or that. What would they think about me? Would they hate me?
What did it say about me that I care so much about the opinions of people that don’t matter? Not really, not when it came to the story of my life, at least.
Unable to get these thoughts out of my head, I rested my head on my desk, arms folded beneath me as I waited for class to begin.
“I wish someone would suck me off…” I muttered under my breath.
I meant to keep the comment to myself. It had only been a passing thought, nothing more. Voicing it definitely wasn’t my intention. Such a slip-up wasn’t like me. What if someone overheard me? I blamed my tired, far too sleepy mind.
Why did school have to start so early in the morning? Whose cruel idea was that?
All I ever wanted to do at this ungodly time was curl up in bed for a few hours more. Alas, fate was too cruel to a poor, lazy eighteen-year-old kid like me.
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my arms stood on end.
“Alright, fine… I’ll help you.”
A familiar voice reached my ears from nearby. One I didn’t think twice about. I’d heard it thousands of times before, not because they ever spoke to me. God, no, they would never. Such a thing was unthinkable. And as such, I didn’t give the petulant, bratty voice another thought.
A couple of moments passed. The guy’s conversation continued in the background. A few of the girls whispered to each other, and a set of footsteps approached my desk.
“Do you want my help or not?” The voice spoke again, dripping with its owner’s natural tone of disdain.
This time, however, the proximity was undeniable. They were talking to me. THE most popular girl in school was actually speaking to me. That didn’t make any sense. What was going on?
Curiosity plastered across my face, I lifted my head. There she was, Bridget, standing in front of my desk.
My mind drew a blank. Thoughts failed me. All I could do was sit there, staring at her with my mouth agape. I couldn’t look more like an idiot if I tried.
God, how could a girl be so fucking hot?
Bridget was tall for a girl, something that helped her stand out. In truth, though, that was just the icing on the cake that was her beauty. Arrogant she might’ve been, but in this respect it was well-earned arrogance.
There was not a girl in school that could’ve compared to her. She was slender everywhere it was important, and curvy everywhere else. Her chest and hips in particular were the things of guys’ wet dreams.
Her uniform certainly helped accentuate that fact. No dress code in the world would allow for a skirt that short. And this was a stuffy private school we went to. How did she get away with rolling it up like that? Or, for that matter, the amount of cleavage she had on display?
It all gave the guys in class a lot to stare at, that’s for sure. With how short her navy, plaid skirt fell, it wouldn’t have surprised me if she accidentally flashed people her panties. I, unfortunately, had not ever been so lucky… Yet.
One could only hope that would change.