La trolita del salón (2)

Always had been a thin girl, in my first years of high school, more than anything the first two, was very girly, almost without curves, and those I had were imperceptible. I always felt a great envy towards my classmates who while developing began to show off stunning bodies, while I remained on the road, finished like a wire. However, the fourth year was different, all my development happened suddenly, as if by magic. Never was I a tall girl, I'm 1.60 meters, very normal, my male classmates used to mock my height, which made that year, the development of my legs and Booty noticeable, it seemed like I had spent my adolescence exercising flute in a gym, but no, simply I dedicated myself to lying down on my bed and reading an uncountable amount of books. That night at the party I wore a checked dress, white and black, that fit me a bit small, so my curves were marked in all extension, which seemed to please Dante. As I was leaving, I went to the bathroom almost immediately and looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe what was happening to me, never had I felt anything like this, I was like crazy, and I wanted more. I left determined, a bit clumsy from the effects of the alcohol to which I wasn't used, trying to maintain my balance, I went to the front to look for Dante, I searched for him on the dance floor, in the courtyards, in rooms, but I didn't see him, along the way I crossed paths with several couples who were kissing against the walls, moving brusquely and with their hands grasping and caressing any part of their body within reach, which managed to warm me up even more. -Hey, look... -my friend indicated, pointing to a distant wall. As I turned around, Dante was kissing Natalia, one of our classmates whom I hated, and he, being my best friend, knew it. But still, there he was, smiling, without taking his tongue out of that foxy's mouth and pressing Strong and firm ass, something that generated a little envy in me, as my goal was to be in his place. I sighed with anger and giving half a turn decided to go back to dancing, on the way, avoiding my drunk companions and some who were lying on the floor vomiting, felt a strong slap that, thanks to my state, I liked; turned around and it was Valentín, the most popular guy in class, he was tall, around 1.85 meters, with his body covered in athletic muscle worthy of an Olympic athlete and his white smile like snow, holding a beer in his right hand and looking at me while laughing, in that situation where in past times I would have blushed and insulted him in all possible ways, the heat had gotten to me. I smiled and approached him with the most slutty look I had ever given him, took a sip of his beer and in a subtle way grabbed his hand and led him to the first bathroom I found, and closed the door. Kisses go, kisses come, agitated breathing, clumsy movements trying to move without letting go, his hands went down and squeezed my ass with a hardness that made me automatically unbutton his pants and lower his zipper, with my right hand I started doing it for the first time in my life, at first my nerves and heat played against me, and I committed clumsy mistakes, but as the seconds passed, I became an expert, and I wanted more. I knelt down on that wet floor of that bathroom, contemplated for a second that thick cock between my hands and with eagerness and much urgency I almost put it entirely in my mouth, at first with some still clumsy movements, but without leaving enthusiasm aside, I kept going quickly. Moving my tongue from side to side, sometimes looking at him while feeling the cuts of his breathing on his prominent abdomen and a immense pleasure on his face. I took it out of my mouth and smiled while a subtle thread of saliva stuck to me. Hung from the lip -Daughter of a slut... Can you take it on the face? -I wondered, with a total expression of ecstasy while I was fingering myself just centimeters from my face...