“That tasty?” a husky voice interrupted my day dreaming. As I looked up to find the owner of the voice I breathed in and out with annoyance with the realisation that it was Timmy.
Timmy. What can I say? He is nothing but a pain in the ass who thinks just because he’s one of the best looking nerds you have ever met that everyone should be friends with him and all the girls falling over their feet trying to get to him. He probably thinks he’s a God but I certainly don’t. Why would I when he’s a complete jerk?
“Awww, you jealous of a pencil?” I replied in a mocking voice. I don’t know why but that kid really gets under my skin. I probably should have mentioned I’m 17. Though he is 18 he acts like some child.
“Oh no, ‘cos I know that soon it’s me you’ll be tasting,” he said, winking at me.
“I’d rather shove a compass in my eye thank you very much.”
“See, I think your just saying that ‘cos you’re in denial.”
“Honestly Timmy, what I said was an understatement. Why don’t you get your maths teacher to taste you?”
His rough laugh filled the stagnant room as he brushed his big hand through his lush brown hair. For someone so irritating I can’t deny he has the looks most girls dream of: fluffy brown hair, amazingly deep green eyes that seem like bottomless pools, a smile to die for, a body that, even through his black shirt, you can tell he works out and then the moron has to open his mouth and speak.
“Is there a problem Miss Smith?” the shrewd voice of Mrs Connor, my English teacher echoed around of the class.
(Why yes, Miss Donkey Ass, there is a problem. One of your students seems to think I’m his daily dosage of a comedy show of some sort and I would love to hit him in the face with a bat but unfortunately that would probably get me in a tiny bit of trouble don’t you think?)
“No Miss, no problem.”
“I should hope not as you realise you’re failing this class as of present?”
“No miss, I didn’t know that,” I dully replied.
“Well maybe if you took more interest in Brighton Rock rather than Timmy over there you’d get somewhere.” All the students turned around to look at me at this point once Timmy was mentioned. The girls looked on in envy and anger.
“Miss, believe me I have no interest in Timmy, I’d prefer Brighton Rock to him.”
“I don’t quite believe that, so maybe he should be the one teaching you about this novel rather than me. Sound fair?”
What? How could she even be thinking of making me talk to that asshole by myself about a book about some sweet!
“Miss, please, I’ll do anything. I’ll read the book right now, just… please,” I pleaded as much as I could, almost dropping to my knees.
Clearly amused, the teacher smiled and said, “No need Miss Smith, it’s decided. Mr Damner will be tutoring you about this novel after school tonight and you’re not leaving till all the business is done!”
I slowly sank back in my chair as the words sank in.
Lunch and my last two lessons went past slower than a snail’s pace at this point which was typical. I knew it was because I was just counting down the hours till I had to face that pigeon vomit after school. Come to think of it I would rather be pigeon vomit than have to even listen to that sexy voice of his. Yes, I admit his voice is super sexy but the words that come out of that trap just completely kill it for me. How can someone so beautiful be so dumb?
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Now the time was getting too near to the end of the day for my comfort until finally the last bell rang and it was time to force myself to go to the English class for my oh so pleasant meeting with the devil’s son. I got in the room expecting him to be there already, (early as to not miss a moment of torturing me), but he wasn’t there. I didn’t understand so I just walked to the window and looked out of it, at all my friends chatting to each other, making out with their boyfriends, and planning their weekend probably, whilst I was stuck in this prison.
I felt warm air at my neck which startled me and I jumped screaming bloody murder. That rough laugh filled the room again and I turned around to see Timmy almost passing out with laughter on one of the tables.
“You should have heard yourself, Emma. You’re such a pussy!”
“Timmy quit kidding around and can we just get on with the novel, I want to get out of here as quickly as I can,” I shouted angrily.
Timmy suddenly stopped laughing and looked slightly hurt by that and as he composed himself.
“What? You have a date to get to or something? You should be glad I’m helping you in the first place,” he said rather coldly.
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Can we start then?” I asked, annoyed now.
“Yeah, whatever, come let’s sit down and go through whatever you haven’t read yet.”
We both went towards a table, we sat on two chairs right next to each other so that his shoulder was right up against mine, and he leaned in to read the book in front of me so closely that I could feel his warm breath against my face.
He began talking about the book but I started to day dream again. Timmy’s scent entered my senses and it was a strangely good smell. It was a mix of some expensive cologne I guessed and floral washing liquid. Like I said, strangely nice.
Once I began to notice his smell I started to think about other things about him, like how fluffy his hair is and how nice it would be to put my fingers through it or grab it, how it would feel to have those muscles wrapped around me or myself wrapped around those huge muscles. Suddenly I realised what I was doing and came back to reality in disgust and confusion.
“…that’s why Pinkie is so afraid of having sex with Rose, you see?” he said in his husky voice staring up at me with those hypnotising eyes.
“Um yeah, I can see. Can I go now?” I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could before I started to have those unsettling thoughts about Timmy again.
“Why do you have to be so frustrating Emma? I don’t understand why you hate me so much,” he said in a sudden burst of anger.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then what is it? Why do you hate being around me so much? I don’t understand. I just want to be around you and every time I try to talk to you or be anywhere near you, you just ignore me or walk away.
I was confused. All this time I thought his aim in life was to torture me just because I didn’t give him the same attention as other girls. Who knew he just wanted to talk to me?
“Oh. Timmy, I didn’t know. I’m… I didn’t know,” the words stumbled out of my mouth.
“Wow, Emma Smith not knowing everything for once? That’s new.”
That was his jerk side shining through again so I got up in anger and started for the door.
Timmy realising what I was doing got up and ran in front of me, blocking the way with his big arms.
“Get out of my way, Timmy!” I screamed at him.
“Make me,” he said with a smile on his face.
“Fine, I will!” I grabbed his chest and was about to push him out of the way when out of nowhere he grabbed me, spun me around and shoved me against the wall with his arms either side of my face. Not knowing what just happened I was speechless. He moved closer to me so that his face was right up against mine and his body inches away from me. I could smell his breath on me and I couldn’t help but look at those emerald eyes of his. To my surprise he was doing the same to me. Things were getting too close for comfort for me but in a way I liked it.
Those plump peachy lips of his looked so appetising at that moment and I yearned to have them pressed against mine. His face got even closer and his breathing became harder and slower, he brought his lips right next to mine but not quite touching, moving them from side to side, then all around my face until he got to my neck. That’s when I felt the wetness on my neck for the first time. He began to slowly kiss my neck, biting from time to time, it was so amazing I closed my eyes with my hands pressed up against the wall behind me. His lips still attached to my skin he moved them up my neck till finally they got to my lips.
At first his kissing was slow and intense. Then it got deeper, faster, and more passionate and slyly put his tongue into my mouth, playing with mine. His breathing got even deeper and it was vibrating his whole body as he pressed his body right up against mine, moved his hands into mine and then lifted my arms up, pressing them against the wall above me. This gave him the chance to push his hot body against me even more.
His arms then traced their way down my arms, as they fell right behind them, and continued down the sides of my body till he got to my hips where he then moved his hands behind me and grabbed my ass lifting me in one quick movement. As a reaction I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he pushed us both against the wall for a few more minutes, our lips not parting at all. Everything was happening so quickly and it was so unlike me but I didn’t care, I was getting some of it and I wanted more.
He held me closer and carried me to one of the tables and layed me down. His body followed mine and he continued kissing me as he took of his black shirt and revealed an amazingly sculpted body that I always knew was there but never quite like that. I strongly wanted to touch that body and kiss it. For a moment he parted our lips and kissed my neck some more which was a heavenly hell. Once he came back to my lips I could feel one of his hands tracing from my ankle up the side of my leg with the tips of his fingers making me shiver and vibrate slightly which must have amused him as I could feel a smile crease his face. This made me smile, making everything feel strangely comfortable with Timmy.
He continued up my leg and but stopped at my skirt, lifted his face from mine and gave me a questioning look as if to say, “Is this alright?” Surprised at this gentlemanly side of him, I lifted my face to press our lips together again and I grabbed his hand on my leg with mine and led it up my skirt for him as an answer.
Clearly pleased, he continued on his own and once he got to my panties again with the tips of his fingers. He was tracing on top of them up and down, teasing me, making me want him to go further. He slowly slipped his hand under them and began to rub my wetness with experience, knowing exactly what a woman likes. Closing my eyes I began to completely love the skills of his fingers and I felt that slip in making me catch my breath slightly. My hips lifted slightly off the table as I mimicked the movents of his fingers for my own pleasure. Trying to keep me from feeling too much too fast he took his hand out of my panties and took my skirt off, slowly pulling it down my legs and placing it over the computer in the room.
Then he did the same for my panties but he did this even slower and once they were in his hands and off me he looked at me with a smirk on his face and winked, making me laugh. I sat up at that point whilst he was still standing and started to unbuckle his jeans feeling his gaze on me as I was doing this revealing his tight boxers. I took them off too and saw his hard eight inch penis. At first I started to stroke it looking up into Timmy’s eyes as he was giving me a confused look not knowing why I had a sneaky smile on my flushed face. I slid him into my mouth and began to suck, still stroking that part of him with one hand, playing with the head with my tongue a little bit to drive him crazy. I looked at him a few times and saw his eyes closed and his head titled back as I continued. He went completely still so I took him out of my mouth before he came.
He looked down at me and knowing his attention was on me I started to unbutton my shirt and once that was off I unhooked my bra and gestured with my finger for him to come closer. He obeyed and attached his lips back to mine as I moved to lie down on the table again. Timmy’s hands were exploring my body, firstly with the tips of his fingers again and then his grip became more urgent. I did the same with my hands touching his chest and tracing my fingers around his muscles. We were both ready to get as close as ever so he looked at me and positioned himself and slid into me as I held my breath.
Slowly he went back and forth and then got faster, faster, faster, deeper, deeper, deeper. I wrapped my legs around him and used my hands to grab his ass frantically to push him in even deeper than he was. Things were getting sweaty and sticky but I knew we could do better. I pushed him back momentarily, to his surprise, and sat on the edge of the table. Once he realised what I wanted he slid back into me and his thrusts were more powerful this time as we both held onto the sides of the table. It was so amazing I arched my back and threw my head backwards, biting my lip as not to scream since I realised we were still in school and a teacher could have walked in at any moment. That made things more exciting though and I loved it. Our breathing was synchronised and fast and my stomach was in knots at this point as I felt myself about to cum as his facial expression told me he was too. Then with one final thrust we both came and I couldn’t help but scream. I fell back and he fell on me as we both were panting for air and laughing.
“Shall we continue with the book then?”
