'Someone' Special [ 9 / 20 ] 4K words
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Alan sat through his first-period physics class feeling extremely impatient. Class seemed insanely boring after the morning fun he'd grown accustomed to. Plus, he was very excited to tell Amy that he'd fucked Susan in the ass before school. In fact, the incestuous ass fuck and telling Amy about it was more on his mind than the looming third-period test he felt he was bound to fail.
Christine kept giving him odd looks. Clearly, she could tell he was in a weird mood, completely spaced out most of the time. She was certain from the silly grin permanently etched on his face that his mood was caused by some sexual success, but she was too shy about such things to ask him about it.
He was so out of it that he barely noticed her looks.
As soon as his first period was over, he caught Amy in the hallway and rushed her to a safe place to talk. There was a ladies' bathroom not far away, the so-called "stinky bathroom." It was notoriously little-used thanks to a strange smell it always had. He hustled her into there.
"Amy! Guess what I did this morning?" he whispered in excited, conspiratorial tones. He kept an eye on the door and also tabs on the time since the breaks between classes were only five minutes long.
"What?" Amy replied just as excitedly.
"I fucked Susan in the ass!" He said Susan instead of "Mom" or "my mom" on the off chance that someone could somehow hear them.
"You did? Oh wow!" Amy was more surprised than anything. Then pangs of jealousy hit her. But she quickly rebounded and attempted to be happy for him. She smiled, though it was a bit forced, and said, "That's super! How was it?"
But before Alan could answer, he looked up and saw that someone else was coming in. Since he was in a woman's restroom, he didn't want to be seen. He rushed into an open stall and closed the stall's door before the door to the ladies' room fully opened.
But to his surprise, his stall door opened before he thought to lock it. Heather stood there, looking at him with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He'd been trying to avoid Heather, but he was at least glad it was her instead of someone like a teacher wondering why he'd gone into a ladies' room.
"Heather? What are you doing here?"
She laughed and replied, "I think I should be the one asking you that." She turned to Amy. "I've got to talk to Alan about some private things. You mind?"
"No. That's cool," Amy answered without moving.
Heather spoke more forcefully. "Amy. Please leave now. I want to speak to him alone."
Amy stood behind Heather so she could look Alan in the eyes. She would have been more than willing to stand and fight if that's what her boyfriend wanted. But seeing him nod that it was okay for her to go, she said, "Oh... M'kay." She left, though very slowly and reluctantly.
Heather watched until she saw Amy close the door. Then she turned back to Alan.
She wore a plain white shirt that showed off a nice amount of cleavage. But what caught most of his attention was the slogan written right across the peaks of her breasts, and he read it out loud: "Make me wet."
She grinned wolfishly. "Good. You can read. That's my not so secret message to you."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Man, how do you get away with that kind of thing? Won't people snicker that you're slutty?"
"I am slutty." Then talking more to herself than to him, she said, "Two minutes gone by already. Not good. I'm going to have to speed things up." Standing right in front of the stall Alan was in, and blocking his only way out, she rapidly began taking her clothes off.
"What are you doing?!" he asked frantically. Despite himself, he found his penis rapidly stiffening.
"Just getting more comfortable." While a striptease would have been more arousing, she knew time was of the essence, and took off her bra, panties, and everything else within seconds. "You've been ignoring me. This way you can't ignore me."
He was stunned into silence. He staggered back and sat down on the toilet seat (luckily, the lid was down). His heart pounded as he wondered what might happen if someone walked in. More alarmingly, he imagined someone walking in but keeping the door to the hallway wide open behind them. Although the bathroom was almost never used, the hallway was certainly busy enough. Hundreds of students might be able to look in and see Heather stark naked if she continued to stand right where she was.
But Heather seemed completely unperturbed by the situation or by his obvious alarm. She posed seductively with her arms up around her head, and said, "Now tell me again that you don't have time to fuck me. Aren't I attractive enough?"
"Jesus Christ! You are. But what if someone comes in here? I'll be in so much trouble! Stop this insanity!"
"You'll be in trouble? What about me? You'd better answer me quickly, or do you want me to ask you again out in the hallway looking like this? I don't take no for an answer."
"All right, all right. What do you want from me?"
"Tell me that you can't resist this body, this incredible hard body. Tell me how you long to pull my knees open wide and spear me! Tell me how you'd pry open my tight ass cheeks with both hands and-"
"Christ! Yes, already! Yes to all of that. Is that all you want me to say? 'Cos I've got a class to go to."
"Hold on, big boy." She brought her arms down and ran one of her hands through his hair. "I want more. You and me. Some good time together. Alone. In private."
He looked around frantically. He could scarcely believe he was talking to a buck-naked Heather right in the middle of the school, but then he thought, Hell, we both fucked buck naked in the school parking lot once, so I guess this is small potatoes in a way. Dang though, she sure doesn't seem to mind being an exhibitionist!
He was already erect, in part from being near Amy and talking to her. He especially loved the strawberry aroma she seemed to often have, perhaps from her shampoo. Then when Heather showed up and took off all her clothes, his penis got even harder. Thinking about their sex in the parking lot and his fucking Heather into the hood of her Mustang had his erection so painfully hard that he was half-convinced it would burst through his shorts at any moment. He looked down to his groin just to make sure it wasn't going to do that.
Heather also had her eyes fixed there. She stepped closer, pushing her breasts practically into his face. She cocked an expectant eyebrow.
He knew what she was asking with that curious expression. With a pounding heart, he thought, She's saying, "Hey, you want to just screw class and screw me instead? Let's do it right here. Who cares who finds us? Take me on the floor of the dirty bathroom, take me over the sink, take me anywhere. The key is that you fucking take me! NOW!"
He might as well have been psychic, because those were very nearly the exact thoughts going through her mind. However, he didn't fathom just how aroused she was by the prospect of him following through. She'd come in with the intention of scaring promises out of him, but she already wanted more. She tried to step even closer, but she was blocked by the way he was sitting on the toilet seat.
He thought, Shit! She seems so tempting. Fuck it. Fuck it all. Just fuck her and screw the consequences! ... But no. I can't do that. I'm a good kid. An honors student. I'm not going to fuck away my future with some kind of siren or Medusa or whatever the hell kind of mythical creature she's like. A succubus. Yeah, definitely a succubus. I can't give in to a succubus, even if she is spreading her legs wider and wider... and wider. Damn! She's got that cheerleader type flexibility. I gotta be strong and resist!
Trying to disguise how labored his breathing was becoming, he said in careful tones, "Okay, fine. We can meet again at some point. But this week is really bad. I've got homework coming out of my eyeballs and you know that's the truth. I've got a twenty-page essay due Friday in Mr. Randall's class, and that's just one thing."
Heather looked crushed at first, but her expression quickly morphed and she ended up appearing more impressed by his willpower than anything. "That's too bad, but it's not my problem. I want you today. After school. You can't sit there looking at the most beautiful girl in the school and tell me you don't want to fuck me. I dare you to." She took one hand off his head and slowly stroked it down her breasts, over her taut abs, and on towards her pussy.
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the break was over.
Alan made to get up, but Heather was looming over him with one hand still running through his hair. He complained, "Listen to that! You've made me late! Can you get out of the way?"
"Not until I get a yes out of you. Just give me one chance. Maybe I've been too selfish with my lovemaking in the past. I promise you I'll be better. I can suck cock with the best of them. Let me show you. Right now, even. Let's make this all about you and your pleasure." She was somehow both pleading and proudly defiant at the same time.
Then she gulped, as if literally swallowing her pride, and dropped to her knees. She was obviously appalled at making more contact with the dirty floor, but her lustful desires were overriding her objections. Just as Katherine had surmised that morning, Heather had been looking for Alan because she craved his dick.
She reached for the zipper of his shorts as she said, "Don't you think you'd enjoy your next class more if you empty your balls into my mouth first?" A large part of her found the idea of cocksucking distasteful even as her body compelled her to do it, but then her face lit up as she got another idea. "Or better yet, pound my tits. Fuck my tits! You're late anyway already, what are a few more minutes?"
He looked around frantically. He hated being late to class, and he was getting later with every second. "Okay. Fine. I'll meet you, but just for a short while. And after school, not now! So put your clothes on. Someone could walk through that door right now, at any second!" He stood up.
She gleefully clapped her hands, but before he could squeeze past her and out of the stall, she lay both of her hands on the large bulge in his shorts. "Excellent! I knew I could talk some sense into you." She was beaming, triumphant with victory.
He groaned at how good her hands felt as she started to stroke his shaft through his shorts with one hand while struggling for his zipper with the other. "What are you doing?!"
"Look, it's not every day that a boy gets the school's future Homecoming Queen naked on the floor of a filthy and stinky bathroom and begging for cock. You're really late by now. Don't make me look desperate here." Unable to get at his zipper because his hand was firmly covering it, she tried a different tack and slipped a hand up his thigh and under his shorts from below.
He gasped as he felt fingers closing around his dick. He looked down and saw one of her hands stroking his erection through his shorts while her other hand was doing more stroking from the inside. "Damn you," he complained, helpless to resist her new approach.
She laughed. Even though her hands were separated by the cloth, they stroked rhythmically with a single purpose. She had never wanted to make a man cum as much as she wanted him to cum now. Not only was it fun, but she felt it would be a big victory in gaining control over him.
He looked up at her face and saw an expression of complete and desperate lust. He was incredibly tempted to give in, but was also frustrated at how she'd gotten him to cave in on meeting her after school. He didn't want to cave in anymore.
He thought, That feels incredible, but it would feel even better with Amy's hands. Somehow, this feels evil and wrong. "Heather, you can't just force people to do what you want."
Undeterred, she seemed determined to prove him wrong with her stroking.
He suddenly stepped all the way to the back of the stall, forcing Heather's hand that had snaked up into his shorts to let go.
Heather pouted, but she withdrew her other hand as well and stood up. "Last I checked, my methods seem to be working," she smirked. Though she'd given up on stroking his erection for the moment, she knew that he had to get past her to get out of the stall, and she wasn't going to let that happen without a sexy fight.
But he said, "Look, you won, okay? You got your meet up later. So please let me go. Call me a nerd, but I have a thing about going to class. I have a test to take, you know."
Seeing that her moment had passed, she decided to take his advice, declare victory in her own mind, and let him pass. She walked out of the bathroom stall to the sink just in front of it where she'd left her clothes. "It's hardly torture to force you to make love to someone like me. Don't you think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes," he answered hastily.
She preened for him again, even as she quickly put her panties back on. "Am I the most beautiful girl in the school?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Whatever. Just get dressed!"
She smiled a naughty smile, and continued to put her clothes on. "Fine. Though I don't understand how you can turn me down like that. I didn't think it was even possible for a male to resist me while I practically pleaded for you to shoot a big load down my throat." She winked saucily at him. "It actually makes me want you even more."
He rolled his eyes. "Heather, you could stand to be a little more modest, not to mention less psycho. It's not cool to refer to yourself as the most beautiful woman in the whole school."
"Point taken. I know better than to say that to most people, but I figure I can be straight with you and throw the false modesty aside. After all, I work damn hard to keep fit and keep this all-over tan, and I think I deserve to be a little proud." She fanned a hand over her taut stomach as she said this, then pulled her top down over her breasts. "Or do you think there's someone more beautiful? Your girlfriend Amy, perhaps? Or would you rather sleep with someone even closer to home?"
That last comment was a not-so-subtle reference to Katherine. She didn't have any proof, but she wanted to test his reaction.
Alan caught the meaning just as he finally exited the stall and walked past Heather. Luckily he wasn't facing her, so she couldn't see the shock on his face. He tried to dodge her implication. "That kind of comment is the problem with you. It's so rude. Not to mention that you don't know what you're talking about. You're really beautiful, okay? Yes, it's true. But your personality doesn't mesh with mine. As they say, the sexiest part of the body is the brain. I'd be a lot more attracted to you if you acted differently." He kept walking past her and towards the door.
Heather didn't know how to answer that, and didn't gain any further clues as to whether Alan's relationship with Katherine was physical or not. After a pause, she replied, "Hey, sometimes opposites attract."
He was already at the door to the hallway. "Look how late we are already. Don't you worry about getting caught?"
"I'm never caught. I live a charmed life." She walked right up to him, fully dressed now. She leaned up into him, breathing her perfumed breath right into his ear. She again placed a hand on the bulge in his shorts, which still refused to deflate. "To think that I used to think of you as just some nerd. At least I get dibs on all this cum. Mmmm." She nibbled on his ear and brought her other hand to his balls. "I can't wait. After school, I'm going to fuck these balls dry. Or during lunch would be better. Or why not now, for that matter?" She finished by lightly nibbling on his earlobe.
He pushed her away a bit. "Heather, you're too much. You never give up, I'll give you that." He was amused and impressed at her brazenness, despite himself. He extricated himself from her grasp and hurried out into the hallway.
As soon as he walked into the hall he practically had a heart attack, because someone was standing there.
His heart leapt to his throat, but then he was able to breathe again because he saw the person standing right by the door was Amy.
"Good God, Amy! What the hell are you doing here?! You nearly scared me to death."
Amy had her arms crossed and seemed a bit peeved. "Just looking out for you. I didn't want to see you get caught with that-"
Amy suddenly stopped before she had a chance to describe Heather because Heather burst through the door of the bathroom and strode past them.
"Oh look who we have here. How touching. The loyal girlfriend standing by her man." Heather looked around to make sure there was no one else in sight, then said, "I'll have to remember that for next time. Alan, you can bend me over and empty all that boiling hot white goo into the depths of my ass while your girlfriend stands guard outside. How amusing. Or are you not THAT big on sharing, Amy?"
Instead of waiting for an answer, Heather dismissed Amy with a careless and airy, "Whatever." She laughed haughtily and strolled quickly down the hallway like she owned the whole school, which actually wasn't that far from the truth.
Amy was normally as easygoing as a girl could be, but at that moment she looked like steam was about to pour from her ears. She muttered darkly, "That... that... big meanie!"
Alan couldn't help laugh at Amy's feeble idea of a curse. "God, Amy, I love you." He hugged her. "You're just too cute and lovable. Looking out for me like that, too. You know I didn't do anything with her just now, don't you?"
"I know," Amy sighed. Her anger was draining away the longer he hugged her. "And I'm glad. But still, she's going to be completely insufferable at cheerleading practice today after squeezing that promise out of you. Grrr."
Alan was surprised that Amy had overheard that and that she didn't have any apparent objections. "Come on, Aims. We're probably five minutes late already. Any later than that and it gets really hard to find excuses. Oh, and my test. Shit!"
With quick pecks on each other's cheeks, they headed off in different directions.
Alan still had a painful erection, but it finally subsided by the time he reached the classroom.
