refinedcaveman: Our places in the hierarchy were well set and unmoving by then. Both an unlikely mix

refinedcaveman: Our places in the hierarchy were well set and unmoving by then. Both an unlikely mix of outcast and popular. In different circles we swam. I was by no stretch a nerd, I just have very good memory. But my grades were nigh flawless and that made me a nerd in most eyes. Hence, my social skills weren’t on top, since my treatment reflected that. Most treated me like an idiot and not having lightning-fast mental reflexes only deepened their deluded impression. It’s cool not to be on top of the class, it seemed. Boo fucking hoo. I was atop everyone there. Their sycophantic behavior near exams made clear who needed my help and after a couple of years, I wasn’t disrespected nor beloved. She? While most pretended not to give a fuck about anything, you definitely believed Emily if she said so. I had watched her flip off scores of teachers and substitutes, stare down the football coach when she refused to sprint in PE and take a swig of a beer in front of the principal. And yet, she hadn’t been expelled. Somehow. She was the school slut, the problem girl, the everything you can name. She didn’t deny any claim, which made most think she was admitting to everything by default. I thought she just didn’t care enough. Second row, next to the widow. That was my seat. Always. I came in first always to ensure my place. I liked to imagine the torture device they called “seat” was used to me since we’d been inseparable from day one. Coming in first meant I heard it first as well. “Did you hear Emily blew Oscar?” “No way.” It’s not like I wanted to hear, but she wasn’t being discreet about it. That would be a first. While her slut fame was widespread, none of her partners had ever been someone from school, let alone the same class. The girl (Tammy? Tabby? I can’t recall most classmate names to save my life) was well into the details of said blowjob when Emily arrived. She looked at everyone that stared at her and her question sounded like a dare. “What.” Derisive giggles. The class filled up. Then came in poor, poor Mr. O'Neal. The ancient man misplaced class materials often. But he managed to remember the lame assignment he had left. “We’re going to analyze how we develop skills by recreating an old activity you all know. Show and tell, just like when you were in elementary! Now, however, we will analyze the practice and the use of verbs behind it…” It was excruciating. It was basically his way to introduce the topic of demonstrative speeches. I had brought a book. We were halfway there,class losing its focus far too often, when he called her. “Emily? Emily! Wake up, young lady. Did you bring your item?” Emily stood up and looked around. She picked her backpack up, flipped it upside down. The contents scattered all on the floor. A few giggles. Leaving a mess behind, she walked to the front. “This bag is very special to me,” she began. Mr. O'Neal was confused but allowed her to proceed, since she rarely participated. “You see, right now, this backpack contains something special,” she continued. “All of you must’ve heard by now that I sucked Oscar off.” Giggles. Hooting. Mr. O'Neal looking as if he couldn’t remember where the floor was. “Now, I’m going to show you something special. First, this is the bag where I keep every single fuck I give about all of you: what you say, what you think, what you do and… oh, dear me,” Emily faked a distraught expression. “It’s empty! It looks like I cannot give a single fuck about you assholes!” Emily frowned with overacted sadness. Mr. O'Neal paled and couldn’t find his voice nor his composure. The class was on the verge of chaos, laughter, giggles, men high-fiving Oscar. “…and second, I really think I can’t call it a blowjob, since I’ve gone down on girls that have larger clits than Oscar’s teeny weeny nub down there,” Emily continued. The class exploded. Mr. O'Neal didn’t have a heart attack by some miracle. “Ms. –” Mr O'Neal was cut off by a furious Oscar. “You bitch!” He ran to her and Emily stared up at the star lineman, not intimidated in the least. “…or you could stop spreading lies about me and you can go back to jacking off to me at night. That’ll spare you the humiliation at least.” I really thought Oscar was going to punch Emily but Mr. O'Neal got between them. “You two! Stop it already! Oscar! Back to your place! Emily, sit next to Anthony.” She came to me and stared. I stared back. She didn’t find defiance nor submission in my eyes. Emily plopped down next to me. And she never went back to her old place. That’s how it all began. Two months without any changes. But when she was asked by the organic biology teacher to complete her phrase, “the cell’s only subdivision that possesses a different set of DNA is the..?” I looked at Emily. I don’t know why I did it, but I whispered, “mitochondria.” “Mitochondria,” Emily said out loud, earning a general double take. “Very… well, I suppose you’re paying attention,” the teacher said. “I owe you,” Emily winked at me. She normally didn’t give a fuck. Why did she take my answer and why did she think she owed me? Had months of being next to each other in complete indifference developed into a feeling of comfort, given that we weren’t aggressive towards each other? That was my theory. Whatever the case, the situation repeated itself in different classes. “Albatross.” “Tangent.” “Caminando.” Every class I whispered answers for her until two weeks later. For some reason, we were walking side by side once classes were done. Again. “I’m not going to answer your exams for you, come to my house to study,” I grumbled. “No. You come to my house.” “Fine.” “At five?” “I guess that works.” And that was that. For the first time in my eighteen years, I walked out of the house after saying, “going to study with a friend. Later!” Father just stared confounded as the door closed. Of all the reasons I had given him to go out, that had never, ever made the list. “Come up,” Emily said. She hadn’t changed, she still wore the same skirt and spaghetti top. I put the books and notebooks down on the floor. And began to explain. Emily was smart.She just indeed gave no fucks. But studying with her was quick and easy. Or so I thought. I was explaining the Spanish lesson. “Caminando and comiendo are on the same tense; all verbs either end in ‘ando’ or ‘iendo’ in this–” She kissed me. I froze. “Your mouth. You were moving it and moving it and it’s a pretty mouth. I had to kiss you,” she nonchalantly said. “So they are in participio.” “Erm. No. No. Gerundio.” “Crap.” The session continued but my heart didn’t ever go back down to its normal rate. Next day, same thing. She didn’t change, wearing the same jeans and T-shirt she had in the morning. The moment I had been waiting for happened. “Now, participio works pretty similar–” She kissed me again and I managed not to moan. What I didn’t expect was her hand on my crotch, caressing my hardened dick. I groaned into the kiss. I was ready for her to go back to normal but she didn’t break the kiss, instead, she lowered my zipper and pulled out my cock. She went down, not breaking eye contact and gave the head of my dick a lick. I exhaled in rapture. “You taste good. Wait.” I had no idea what to wait for but she began sucking on my cock and I grabbed the edge of the bed next to us as she blew me. She hummed with delight as she did so. She only pulled away from my hardness to say, “cum in my mouth.” I had honestly not considered having an orgasm but hearing her say that ripped the semen out of me like magic. I trembled, tensed up, groaned, moaned and felt the world explode in pleasure. Emily made quiet noises of satisfaction and she fucking swallowed every drop. I managed to climb down from cloud twelve. “Emily…” “Fuck, cute face, nice dick and good tasting? You don’t gave a girlfriend, do you?” “No,” I almost stammered. “Don’t get one and we’ll have fun.” I didn’t register the world around me until the next day that we were in her bedroom again. “Jeez, Anthony, you were out today, almost as if… wait. You had never been blown before?” “Yes, I just… didn’t expect it.” “Damn it. I thought I was your first. How many?” “Huh?” “How many girls have sucked your dick, Anthony?” I couldn’t help laughing at her lack of prudish behavior but said, “four.” “I’m guessing I’m the best?” “By far,” I nodded. “Yeah!” Emily seemed actually quite pleased with herself. “Aren’t you worried your parents might hear?” “They’re never home, and if they were, I couldn’t care less,” she shrugged. She looked slightly vulnerable. I looked around. Her room was her. A Morrissey poster next to unicorn plushies, a box with earrings, some daggers and a Hello kitty lamp… she was a walking contradiction. I hugged her. She nodded. “Just don’t expect me to fuck you because you are a nice guy,” she said. I didn’t know if had was a joke so I made sure she heard the joking tone with me. “Dammit, my plan to stop being a virgin. Foiled.” “You are not,” Emily was surprised. “How many?” I asked her. “Why do you care?” “I don’t care about them. I want to know you.” “Maybe I’ll tell you later,” she shrugged. “I can live with that.” “Do you have condoms?” My mouth dried. “Your cute self isn’t walking out of this house being a virgin,” Emily sentenced. “Fuck. I didn’t. I don’t have any on me,” I confessed. “I’ll think of something, in the meantime…” Emily attacked me. There’s no other way to describe the aggressive foreplay. She kissed, sucked, nibbled on my skin. She pulled my shirt off and actually gasped. “Why, where were you hiding that?” “I don’t look like a model.” “You look better than I expected,” she said and I believed her. Unlike me, I knew what kind of body Emily had. She had no qualms in using tight clothing every now and then, but when she took her shirt off… I almost died right there. I had been dying to look at her nipples. Almost the same color of her generous breasts. I had already kissed her pouty lips, it was natural for me to attack her breasts just like she had jumped me. I sucked on them. “Bite them… oh… ooh… fuck, like that…” I caressed her body as she lowered her denim pants and she got rid of my clothes immediately afterwards. “There’s my new best friend,” she said while looking at my cock. We made out for minutes on end, skin against skin, I tried to push forward and she’d pull her hips back, smiling between kisses. “Tempting, but no,” she said. She turned around and pressed her butt against my hips. We were laying sideways, spooning with no clothes in between. “Let’s just make out. We’ll get condoms soon enough.” Following her promise we started grinding against each other, enjoying our naked bodies. I kept trying to thrust forward, my brain not working. Penetration was way more complicated but we acted as if it were impossible, the wet sounds of our foreplay drowning my ears as I lost the power to think. She began to lift her hips back and soon my dick was sliding back and forth, pressed against her labia. I knew I shouldn’t have but I aimed my hips up, backed up and moved forward… The head of my dick was enveloped by a tight, warm wetness. Emily whimpered. She looked at me. Her mouth was half open in wonder at the delicious, illicit sensation. Her beautiful eyes bore into me. She pressed her hips back. Not breaking eye contact, she accepted more and more of my naked dick inside her. She pulled out. I sighed with frustration but didn’t force her to do anything. Emily cradled my cock in her hand, aimed it again and once more pressed back. Another inch or two further inside her and I groaned. She stopped. And pulled out. She took a firm hold of my dick and she pressed hard against it. I finally slid inside, all the way in. Emily choked a moan back. She used her hand to free her hair from her face. I grabbed her wrist and held her arm next to my face. I bit down on her arm, groaning. She hissed. Her free hand traveled down and she began to play with herself, her fingers grazing my hardness every now and then. She couldn’t talk properly anymore. “…ck Anthony…ve it to m…” Emily sighed on and on while I reveled in the sensation of her tight pussy clamping down on my naked cock. “…thon… fuck… harder…” She sounded as if she were about to sob from the pleasure. I didn’t expect it to feel so different. I had fingered a few girls to orgasm, as well as knowing how it felt when they came as I ate them out. But the squeezing of her inner muscles made me gasp. I bit down on her arm harder, trying to fight my orgasm back. Emily came harder with the pain. “…oh! …thon…ck me…” She screamed as if I had punched her. Her pussy became too fucking tight. I slid all the way inside and the sensation of squeezing my dick through all those snug inches made me lose it. Another cut off scream. I jolted with pleasure, my cum filling her. Instead of pulling away, Emily pressed harder against me. Another blast of cum. Emily gave out another short scream… I finished cumming before her even if she had started before me. “Damn… daaamn. You… you’ve got potential, Anthony…” “You can say my name. Good.” “Prefer that I call you ‘Thon’?” Emily asked knowingly. Nobody in high school ever knew where the “Thon” nickname came from. All I know was that she went crazy horny when someone called me like that. With crazy horny I mean that for a supposedly smart kid, I went through three pregnancy scares with Emily. She let me do more things to her than her previous boyfriend. Turns out, I had been the second guy she’d ever been with… what happened later? I regret nothing. For porn gifs http://fckyeahporngifs.tumblr.com/ -- source link

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