When I woke up, I noticed something strange. I wanted something but didn't know what. My sister had made a small cake the night before, but I didn't feel like eating a piece of it. Then I wasn't hungry.
I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and thought about what I was looking for. What I enjoyed was feeling the cold water falling down my back. Nothing more. I went to the room, changed clothes. My best friend sent me a message.
She was reminding me that we had to wear our school uniform shirt and tie for the group photo. I got dressed as I should have been. It were the last days of school, and I didn't want to go anymore.
I sat down like every day on the last bench with my adventure and piracy companion, drawing the margin of the quadrangular sheet.
My best friend, sitting in front of us and diagonally from me, wasn't stopping talking to the other one about what she would do that weekend. She had already told me all the details of the tour she would take on Saturday, starting with the hairdresser, then the manicure, and finally was telling her quietly that she would go to depilate.
Why did I need to know this? Couldn't she write it down? I interrupted my geometric drawing. I looked at her, and said Pamela, wouldn't you like me to imagine when they're depilating you? And she, surprised, says obviously not. I respond then speak more quietly, pretty one. She makes a snapping sound of annoyance and a hungry face.
She keeps talking in the same tone of voice. She started saying she would depilate her entire leg. And I imagined Pame's legs perfect.
And she fell silent. I looked at her, and for a few seconds didn't pay attention to what she was saying, but to her. I felt a sense of anxiety with perpetual tranquility. I watched how she moved her lips, her hands while speaking. I must admit that Pamela was very pretty. But since she was a great confidante of mine, I had never paid attention to her before, except for the fact that she had a new boyfriend every month and would never let me hurt her like the previous one. Her long, luscious red hair reached her waist. A vine. blue and celestial suited her divinely. She had coffee eyes and an enviable smile. But I had never paid attention to these details before. I imagined her on top of me, with her impeccable legs that I used to think about, and her hair wrapping around her breasts. But, of course, as she was: elegant and prolix for 24 hours. That image filled me with more anxiety, and my cock started to harden. And I understood that this was what was happening to me: I wanted to be with Pamela. But how could I tell her? She had been my friend for years, and on that day I felt it! For the worst part, Tamara, her seatmate, liked me too. But I had a repulsion towards her because of all the evil she had. She was a slut, in all letters, and wasn't very desirable. I had to get rid of this feeling of not knowing what I wanted. I already knew what I wanted, but now I had to get it. I couldn't ask my partner to switch seats so I could talk to her. I pulled out a sheet from the notebook, wrote 'I like you' on it, and stretched my hand under the table until I touched her leg with my hand and the paper. She looked down, read the paper, looked at me, and grabbed it. She had sensed little, but I don't think she needed to shave on Saturday. I looked at her expression and raised an eyebrow. Without writing anything, she put the folded paper back on the table. I opened it and wrote 'really' on it, and passed it back to her. This time, she didn't raise an eyebrow, took a pen, and answered 'how much do you like me?'. I was surprised. I didn't think she would rush into it. I'm not sure if it was her distrust of the validity of what I wrote or if she really reacted that way to it. And I was sincere. 'A lot, as much as to undress you'. I took a risk. The two minutes she had the paper open reading and thinking about writing were long. Anything could happen! A steak, a 'no', a 'come on'! I passed the paper under the table and took advantage of caressing her hand. I smiled!. I managed to smile in this heated atmosphere. I opened it and read: But what? Are you going to make me wait until Saturday?.
The Saturday, she would do that aesthetic tour because at night, we had our graduation party, those where everything is done to say goodbye to secondary school, to say goodbye to virginity, to say goodbye to shyness, to say goodbye to enemies, to say goodbye to sober states, singles, etc. To be honest, it wasn't a bad idea. I already imagined escaping to the beautiful park salon we had booked for the party, lifting her dress and taking her while staining my shirt with her lip gloss. But, it's true what she said. We had to wait.
And since I wanted to end this morning sed that was confusing and undefined, I proposed it then. And she put What????!!!!. By then, Tamara was already looking bad when we passed the paper, and worse still, when Pamela couldn't contain her smile. I put In the bathroom!. I raised my hand and asked the teacher to go to the bathroom.
I got up and walked slowly towards the bathroom. In the hallway, there were three teachers, whom I just greeted. And they spoke in a low voice: That's if it's a very lazy student, with no limits. He'll never get anything good. Less good that he's been very problematic, I wouldn't stand another year of his fights and answers..
I heard all this in the bathroom, by women, of course. I closed the door of one of the stalls. I heard them talking again. She is an angel student, so responsible, so good. I supposed they were talking about Pamela. I heard some steps and peeked to see if it was her.
I entered smiling. In front of my eyes was a perfect schoolgirl. How beautiful you look in your skirt, shirt, and tie I said, nervous, what the hell was I going to say? This had never crossed my mind. Thank you, she replied smiling, isn't it true?.
It wouldn't be fair to do something like that, it really happens to me. I said, a bit more relaxed.
I approached her and took her by the waist. She grabbed my tie and played with it. She took the pear and kissed me. She kissed me very slowly.
I wrapped myself around her neck with her arms. She was caressing my shoulders while I was caressing her long hair. She started to untie the knot of my tie and left it on. She began to unbutton my shirt, looking at them and smiling. My heart was beating a thousand times. And I had to say that she had me in the same condition. She took off my tie and put her hands inside my shirt, at chest level, and pulled it out too. Very slowly, barely applying pressure with her fingertips. I have to admit that her way of kissing and caressing was very soft. She maintained her smile throughout, as if she dominated the situation completely, giving me the impression that there were no limits or fear. She kissed my chest and belly. While playing with her tongue on my abdomen, her hand started to caress my cock. I looked down and saw how her hair surrounded her shoulders, how her eyes were closed, how her mouth opened and closed, dragging her lips across my skin. Her hand massaged my cock very slowly and intensely. I realized that she knew what she was doing, perhaps all the experience of monthly boyfriends had served something: knowing what one doesn't want in life and dominating sex.
She got bored with having an empty mouth and undid my pants, pulling out my cock from inside my boxer briefs. God! I won't lie, it gave me a certain embarrassment! She smiled, as always, bit her lips, and emitted a small, mischievous laugh. She had probably imagined that I was a sucker, took it with one hand, and passed her tongue to remove the sugar. And I could see that she enjoyed it. That made me completely relax. She continued to pass her tongue over my head in circles, very slowly. Without hesitation, she brought it to the back of her mouth, pressing her hands on my thighs and squeezing them. I couldn't contain my breathing anymore. Her head moved forward and backward firmly. From my thighs...
Her hands passed to my stomach, where she was caressing coordinately with her sucking. I was getting blown away. I had my nerves on fire. She took me by the armpits and made me stop. I pulled her against the wall, kissed her very decisively, and rubbed her Booty above her skirt. She moaned very slowly. I put my hands under her skirt and it cost me to find the fabric that covered her pussy and her Booty. I unbuttoned her shirt and put my mouth on her chest. I ran the bra with one hand and kissed one of her breasts. With the other hand, I wrapped around her hip and rubbed her Booty. My tongue went all over her breast. She had a beautiful gray bra, but it looked better when her breast was exposed. I suddenly stopped and my face was at the height of her pussy. I lifted her skirt and noticed that the fabric covering her pussy was a black less infarcted Booty. There was a noticeable wet spot despite being black, and I felt like tasting that humidity.
Her skirt was over my head, as if it were a photographer from before. I lowered her panties and there she was, her pussy and me, nothing more, not even Pamela could look at us. It was very suggestive intimacy. This led me to separate the lips with my fingers and melt my tongue into her. I could savor a very moist pussy, high temperature, soft, with a very attractive clitoris. I was licking her tongue and taking it up. My hair was already disheveled. It was as if I had thirst, and my mouth filled with pussy and calmed me.
There were times when she squeezed my hair so hard that it hurt, but I preferred her to tear out my hair than for us to make a big scene. Suddenly I started hearing a noise around us. I pulled my head out of her pussy and looked at her.
She was holding a fur in her hand, next to her diabolical smile.
'You didn't think I would last with just oral?' she said defiantly.
I didn't answer anything. In other words, I didn't consider it Sexual ability that leaves any woman completely satisfied, but I didn't usually get up feeling like fucking and wearing fur coats to school...
I was surprised by her domineering attitude, in fact, I showed it from the beginning. I took a look at her eyes.
The fire coming out of her eyes, those desires she carried with her, were blooming on my skin. Her smile was getting more and more captivating, more secure. Everything was a fun game for her. After putting it in, I felt fire inside me, I felt like I was burning, and that's why I wasn't very gentle. I took her from the back of her thighs, lifted her up, and when she fell off, she said pussy on top of my cock. And I entered, as if she had been waiting for years. At that moment, her smile disappeared, and a silent scream appeared instead, her mouth opened like she was trying to take air, and her eyes closed suddenly. Her back leaned against the wall, but her waist didn't, it was inclined. She moved and moved.
She rubbed her clitoris against my hip, she liked to hold on to the hair. I took her hands and brought them up, leaving them stretched out against the wall next to her ears. I kissed her. Her tongue didn't stop moving, her breathing was cut off and deep.
Suddenly, we heard a sound of horror. It was the recess bell... from elementary school. I felt myself immediately in the toilet bowl, with her on top of me, the risk increased our desires and that made me not let go of her. I tied the door shut with my feet, and gave her back a smile, so hot, wicked, yummy as it has. We were enjoying sex freely. We could hear the voices of the girls entering the bathroom, and that only stimulated us more. The recess ended, and a few minutes later we finished. We buttoned up our shirts, I combed my hair, she didn't need to, she was sloppy like she was used to having sex wildly and maintaining her perfect appearance. We entered the classroom, and thank God, the teacher didn't call us Attention. My bank colleague told me that Tamara said to him it's weird they didn't come back... as if she knew what was happening. He also told me that he interrupted the professor who was telling an anecdote, sending us to the front, saying we had been gone for a long time and the professor fell silent. And he laughed. The week went by normally... for her! I was surprised at how slutty she was with sex, how free she was all the time, how beautiful a woman she was becoming. At our graduation party, during the toast, I said to our Thursday encounter in a playful way. She smiled and said it was very predictable while taking her cup. How predictable? I asked innocently. Too much. We've been friends for a while, we're already close to forming mature lives, we have to finish secondary school... everything led us to eventually killing each other. Are you going to tell me that you always considered me your friend without ever imagining me naked? The truth is, until Thursday. she replied surely. It's fine. We had to close our high school friendship like this. Does it mean we won't see each other again? I said totally confused. And... between work and the two of us going to college, it will be hard for us, don't you think? Besides, seeing each other after having hooked up implies that every time we see each other and feel like it, we'll give in... but I don't regret anything! I loved being with you in the bathroom! she said. I smiled falsely and left. I didn't understand anything. The little I was able to understand is that she had things planned out, after finishing secondary school she would end any friendship she had made, including mine which she considered her best friend, and that having hooked up was something natural and expected for our time. I saw her a few more times after school. And it wasn't true, I didn't feel like giving in when... I vi. Maybe I'll hold onto rejection after her attitude. I know she moved near my house and will be passing by here in the next weeks. Perhaps she wants to keep the friendship we had years ago and doesn't know how to tell me. Seeing her a little, doesn't interest me much either, going back to being together like before. I have to admit, it wasn't necessary to shave because I never found the beastliness she talked about with Tamara. But I know I'll never forget her smile without prejudice and naturally divine, and her hair so bright as gold, profuse, elegant, and precious.
I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and thought about what I was looking for. What I enjoyed was feeling the cold water falling down my back. Nothing more. I went to the room, changed clothes. My best friend sent me a message.
She was reminding me that we had to wear our school uniform shirt and tie for the group photo. I got dressed as I should have been. It were the last days of school, and I didn't want to go anymore.
I sat down like every day on the last bench with my adventure and piracy companion, drawing the margin of the quadrangular sheet.
My best friend, sitting in front of us and diagonally from me, wasn't stopping talking to the other one about what she would do that weekend. She had already told me all the details of the tour she would take on Saturday, starting with the hairdresser, then the manicure, and finally was telling her quietly that she would go to depilate.
Why did I need to know this? Couldn't she write it down? I interrupted my geometric drawing. I looked at her, and said Pamela, wouldn't you like me to imagine when they're depilating you? And she, surprised, says obviously not. I respond then speak more quietly, pretty one. She makes a snapping sound of annoyance and a hungry face.
She keeps talking in the same tone of voice. She started saying she would depilate her entire leg. And I imagined Pame's legs perfect.
And she fell silent. I looked at her, and for a few seconds didn't pay attention to what she was saying, but to her. I felt a sense of anxiety with perpetual tranquility. I watched how she moved her lips, her hands while speaking. I must admit that Pamela was very pretty. But since she was a great confidante of mine, I had never paid attention to her before, except for the fact that she had a new boyfriend every month and would never let me hurt her like the previous one. Her long, luscious red hair reached her waist. A vine. blue and celestial suited her divinely. She had coffee eyes and an enviable smile. But I had never paid attention to these details before. I imagined her on top of me, with her impeccable legs that I used to think about, and her hair wrapping around her breasts. But, of course, as she was: elegant and prolix for 24 hours. That image filled me with more anxiety, and my cock started to harden. And I understood that this was what was happening to me: I wanted to be with Pamela. But how could I tell her? She had been my friend for years, and on that day I felt it! For the worst part, Tamara, her seatmate, liked me too. But I had a repulsion towards her because of all the evil she had. She was a slut, in all letters, and wasn't very desirable. I had to get rid of this feeling of not knowing what I wanted. I already knew what I wanted, but now I had to get it. I couldn't ask my partner to switch seats so I could talk to her. I pulled out a sheet from the notebook, wrote 'I like you' on it, and stretched my hand under the table until I touched her leg with my hand and the paper. She looked down, read the paper, looked at me, and grabbed it. She had sensed little, but I don't think she needed to shave on Saturday. I looked at her expression and raised an eyebrow. Without writing anything, she put the folded paper back on the table. I opened it and wrote 'really' on it, and passed it back to her. This time, she didn't raise an eyebrow, took a pen, and answered 'how much do you like me?'. I was surprised. I didn't think she would rush into it. I'm not sure if it was her distrust of the validity of what I wrote or if she really reacted that way to it. And I was sincere. 'A lot, as much as to undress you'. I took a risk. The two minutes she had the paper open reading and thinking about writing were long. Anything could happen! A steak, a 'no', a 'come on'! I passed the paper under the table and took advantage of caressing her hand. I smiled!. I managed to smile in this heated atmosphere. I opened it and read: But what? Are you going to make me wait until Saturday?.
The Saturday, she would do that aesthetic tour because at night, we had our graduation party, those where everything is done to say goodbye to secondary school, to say goodbye to virginity, to say goodbye to shyness, to say goodbye to enemies, to say goodbye to sober states, singles, etc. To be honest, it wasn't a bad idea. I already imagined escaping to the beautiful park salon we had booked for the party, lifting her dress and taking her while staining my shirt with her lip gloss. But, it's true what she said. We had to wait.
And since I wanted to end this morning sed that was confusing and undefined, I proposed it then. And she put What????!!!!. By then, Tamara was already looking bad when we passed the paper, and worse still, when Pamela couldn't contain her smile. I put In the bathroom!. I raised my hand and asked the teacher to go to the bathroom.
I got up and walked slowly towards the bathroom. In the hallway, there were three teachers, whom I just greeted. And they spoke in a low voice: That's if it's a very lazy student, with no limits. He'll never get anything good. Less good that he's been very problematic, I wouldn't stand another year of his fights and answers..
I heard all this in the bathroom, by women, of course. I closed the door of one of the stalls. I heard them talking again. She is an angel student, so responsible, so good. I supposed they were talking about Pamela. I heard some steps and peeked to see if it was her.
I entered smiling. In front of my eyes was a perfect schoolgirl. How beautiful you look in your skirt, shirt, and tie I said, nervous, what the hell was I going to say? This had never crossed my mind. Thank you, she replied smiling, isn't it true?.
It wouldn't be fair to do something like that, it really happens to me. I said, a bit more relaxed.
I approached her and took her by the waist. She grabbed my tie and played with it. She took the pear and kissed me. She kissed me very slowly.
I wrapped myself around her neck with her arms. She was caressing my shoulders while I was caressing her long hair. She started to untie the knot of my tie and left it on. She began to unbutton my shirt, looking at them and smiling. My heart was beating a thousand times. And I had to say that she had me in the same condition. She took off my tie and put her hands inside my shirt, at chest level, and pulled it out too. Very slowly, barely applying pressure with her fingertips. I have to admit that her way of kissing and caressing was very soft. She maintained her smile throughout, as if she dominated the situation completely, giving me the impression that there were no limits or fear. She kissed my chest and belly. While playing with her tongue on my abdomen, her hand started to caress my cock. I looked down and saw how her hair surrounded her shoulders, how her eyes were closed, how her mouth opened and closed, dragging her lips across my skin. Her hand massaged my cock very slowly and intensely. I realized that she knew what she was doing, perhaps all the experience of monthly boyfriends had served something: knowing what one doesn't want in life and dominating sex.
She got bored with having an empty mouth and undid my pants, pulling out my cock from inside my boxer briefs. God! I won't lie, it gave me a certain embarrassment! She smiled, as always, bit her lips, and emitted a small, mischievous laugh. She had probably imagined that I was a sucker, took it with one hand, and passed her tongue to remove the sugar. And I could see that she enjoyed it. That made me completely relax. She continued to pass her tongue over my head in circles, very slowly. Without hesitation, she brought it to the back of her mouth, pressing her hands on my thighs and squeezing them. I couldn't contain my breathing anymore. Her head moved forward and backward firmly. From my thighs...
Her hands passed to my stomach, where she was caressing coordinately with her sucking. I was getting blown away. I had my nerves on fire. She took me by the armpits and made me stop. I pulled her against the wall, kissed her very decisively, and rubbed her Booty above her skirt. She moaned very slowly. I put my hands under her skirt and it cost me to find the fabric that covered her pussy and her Booty. I unbuttoned her shirt and put my mouth on her chest. I ran the bra with one hand and kissed one of her breasts. With the other hand, I wrapped around her hip and rubbed her Booty. My tongue went all over her breast. She had a beautiful gray bra, but it looked better when her breast was exposed. I suddenly stopped and my face was at the height of her pussy. I lifted her skirt and noticed that the fabric covering her pussy was a black less infarcted Booty. There was a noticeable wet spot despite being black, and I felt like tasting that humidity.
Her skirt was over my head, as if it were a photographer from before. I lowered her panties and there she was, her pussy and me, nothing more, not even Pamela could look at us. It was very suggestive intimacy. This led me to separate the lips with my fingers and melt my tongue into her. I could savor a very moist pussy, high temperature, soft, with a very attractive clitoris. I was licking her tongue and taking it up. My hair was already disheveled. It was as if I had thirst, and my mouth filled with pussy and calmed me.
There were times when she squeezed my hair so hard that it hurt, but I preferred her to tear out my hair than for us to make a big scene. Suddenly I started hearing a noise around us. I pulled my head out of her pussy and looked at her.
She was holding a fur in her hand, next to her diabolical smile.
'You didn't think I would last with just oral?' she said defiantly.
I didn't answer anything. In other words, I didn't consider it Sexual ability that leaves any woman completely satisfied, but I didn't usually get up feeling like fucking and wearing fur coats to school...
I was surprised by her domineering attitude, in fact, I showed it from the beginning. I took a look at her eyes.
The fire coming out of her eyes, those desires she carried with her, were blooming on my skin. Her smile was getting more and more captivating, more secure. Everything was a fun game for her. After putting it in, I felt fire inside me, I felt like I was burning, and that's why I wasn't very gentle. I took her from the back of her thighs, lifted her up, and when she fell off, she said pussy on top of my cock. And I entered, as if she had been waiting for years. At that moment, her smile disappeared, and a silent scream appeared instead, her mouth opened like she was trying to take air, and her eyes closed suddenly. Her back leaned against the wall, but her waist didn't, it was inclined. She moved and moved.
She rubbed her clitoris against my hip, she liked to hold on to the hair. I took her hands and brought them up, leaving them stretched out against the wall next to her ears. I kissed her. Her tongue didn't stop moving, her breathing was cut off and deep.
Suddenly, we heard a sound of horror. It was the recess bell... from elementary school. I felt myself immediately in the toilet bowl, with her on top of me, the risk increased our desires and that made me not let go of her. I tied the door shut with my feet, and gave her back a smile, so hot, wicked, yummy as it has. We were enjoying sex freely. We could hear the voices of the girls entering the bathroom, and that only stimulated us more. The recess ended, and a few minutes later we finished. We buttoned up our shirts, I combed my hair, she didn't need to, she was sloppy like she was used to having sex wildly and maintaining her perfect appearance. We entered the classroom, and thank God, the teacher didn't call us Attention. My bank colleague told me that Tamara said to him it's weird they didn't come back... as if she knew what was happening. He also told me that he interrupted the professor who was telling an anecdote, sending us to the front, saying we had been gone for a long time and the professor fell silent. And he laughed. The week went by normally... for her! I was surprised at how slutty she was with sex, how free she was all the time, how beautiful a woman she was becoming. At our graduation party, during the toast, I said to our Thursday encounter in a playful way. She smiled and said it was very predictable while taking her cup. How predictable? I asked innocently. Too much. We've been friends for a while, we're already close to forming mature lives, we have to finish secondary school... everything led us to eventually killing each other. Are you going to tell me that you always considered me your friend without ever imagining me naked? The truth is, until Thursday. she replied surely. It's fine. We had to close our high school friendship like this. Does it mean we won't see each other again? I said totally confused. And... between work and the two of us going to college, it will be hard for us, don't you think? Besides, seeing each other after having hooked up implies that every time we see each other and feel like it, we'll give in... but I don't regret anything! I loved being with you in the bathroom! she said. I smiled falsely and left. I didn't understand anything. The little I was able to understand is that she had things planned out, after finishing secondary school she would end any friendship she had made, including mine which she considered her best friend, and that having hooked up was something natural and expected for our time. I saw her a few more times after school. And it wasn't true, I didn't feel like giving in when... I vi. Maybe I'll hold onto rejection after her attitude. I know she moved near my house and will be passing by here in the next weeks. Perhaps she wants to keep the friendship we had years ago and doesn't know how to tell me. Seeing her a little, doesn't interest me much either, going back to being together like before. I have to admit, it wasn't necessary to shave because I never found the beastliness she talked about with Tamara. But I know I'll never forget her smile without prejudice and naturally divine, and her hair so bright as gold, profuse, elegant, and precious.
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