Extra-curricular Activities

I went to my second period class the next day not knowing what to expect. I didn’t know whether AJ would be angry or sympathetic. I was nervous and scared that he would reject me from now on. I sat down and started my drill. As the teacher stood up from his desk, the rest of the students settled down and started their drills as well. AJ was no where to be found. I worried.

Suddenly he came into the classroom, slightly out of breath, with a pink slip in his hand. He was just running a little behind in his first period. He took his seat next to me and pulled out his notebook. Before he even bothered to look at the drill, he yanked a piece of paper out and scribbled a message to me on it.

“What happened when I left last night?” He wrote.

“My Dad forbade me to see you again. And I have to go home immediately after school.” I responded.

“Do you always do what your father tells you to do?” He wrote.

“Yes, I don’t wanna get into trouble. I’m sorry AJ.” I replied.

“Well, we’re gonna have to make due with the time we have during school.” He wrote. Then he looked at me and smiled.

“Alex, Monica… stop with the note passing and get to work.” The teacher said, looking at us sternly. The girl from yesterday who flirted with AJ, Tiffany, looked back and rolled her eyes. Jealous of me perhaps? I’d like to think so.

In third period, AJ signed us up to go out with the camera and get 2 versions of 5 basic shots. close-up, wide shot, two shot, still life, etc. Once he got the camera, we went out in the empty hallway and started walking around. Basically, our assignment was to make the shots in different areas in and outside of the school. AJ had other plans though.

“Where are we going?” I asked him. He took me to an audio/visual store room. The door was open, he said the lock had been broken for months. I asked him how he knew, and he said the whores of the school would always try to bring him there, but he never went in until now. We walked towards the back of the dark room. There was a window, so it wasn’t completely pitch black.

We found a clean counter and he picked me up, sitting me on the counter. He lifted my shirt over my head and started to kiss me on my neck and chest. Then he undid my jeans and pulled them down, just a little.

“Can I kiss you someplace else?” He asked in that familiar low, raspy voice. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation and told him he could kiss me anywhere. He then proceeded to pulled my jeans down to my ankles, along with my underwear. I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to touch mine. He parted my legs as far as he could with my jeans at my ankles, and he let his tongue open the outer and inner labia. Going straight for my clit.

I had to fight hard to keep from screaming. When he started to finger me, I did begin to scream. He jumped up and became eye level with me.

“Shhh… if we get caught you’r Dad’s gonna find out. And my Mom won’t be too joyful either. Bite your lip ot cover your mouth, but please don’t scream. Ok?” He kissed me, letting me taste myself upon his lips, then he went back down onto his knees. With his tongue and his fingers working on me, it didn’t take long for me to go over the edge. I came more then that I ever did on my own. Once my orgasm subsided, AJ stood up, licking his lips and smiling at me. Stroking my hair.

“How’d that feel?” He asked. I couldn’t speak. My mind was blank. My heart was racing. AJ had to pull my jeans up for me, I was just that weak. I was able to laugh at the huge tent in his khakis. When he saw it, he simply unzipped then and pulled his erection out. It didn’t even bob, it just stood straight up as if it had never ever been flaccid in all of AJ’s 18 years.

He started to stroke his length, slowly at first, then faster. His hands were already lubricated with my juices, and his dick gleamed with it in the window’s light. I got down from the counter when I regained my strength and held it in my hands... what I had intended to do the night before. AJ just backed up against the same counter and let go, allowing me to take over.

“You sure you want to do this?” He asked, and I told him I was more than sure. I got down on my knees and I could feel the heat emanating from his body.

“This is my first time with this, so bare with me.” I warned. AJ just shrugged and stroked my hair again. I opened my mouth slightly and slipped him in. AJ moaned immediately and had to hold on to the counter’s edge.

He was just so big. So hard. Holding his erection alone was driving me crazy. Thousands of thoughts were racing through my mind all at once. I had only met AJ yesterday, yet there I was, on my knees, his stiff dick between my lips. This wasn’t me! Sure I wanted a boyfriend, but this? Had I become a nympho? Was a I freak? A slut? A week ago, if someone told me I’d be performing oral sex on the hottest guy in Orlando, I’d tell that person that he/she was a perv and a psychopath. But here I am. And no matter how I tried to convince myself that I was going too fast and I should stop, I just couldn’t back away.

AJ placed both of his hands on the back of my head to help guide me up and down. I could tell he was enjoying himself by the sounds he made. Moans, groans, sighs, “oooh’s” and “aaahh’s” and “oh shit’s”. I could also tell that he was about to cum by the way he gripped my hair, gently of course. I always had tissue in my pocket, so I pulled some out and gave it to him. Something my cousin once told me her boyfriend did when she gave him blowjobs. Once he felt me push the tissue into his palm, he let go of my head and finished the last few strokes himself. As I put my shirt back on, I thought about where this thing between AJ and I could possibly go. I was so swept up in his kisses and touches that I never considered his motives.

As AJ, who was now slightly sweating and out of breath, pulled his boxers and pants back up, I thought about how I would ask him where this was going.

“AJ? What are we doing?” He looked at me strangely.

“What do you mean?” He asked in response.

“I mean, this thing with us. We only met yesterday. And already we’re doing what some people don’t do for months and months, even years. I mean, why me?” AJ came up to me and held me face in his hands.

“Because, I’m attracted to you. And unfortunately I have a sex drive like no other. And you, Monica, you have a gorgeous body under those baggy jeans and that big t-shirt. You probably think that I know nothing about you. But I do know that you’re beautiful, you’re intelligent, and you’re strong. Plus, I like shy, soft-spoken, clean-cut girls.” He explained, then he kissed my forehead.

“But I’m not so clean-cut now, am I?” And I didn’t feel like I was at the time.

“Listen, I know a lot of guys fuck around with girls and tell the whole world. And they brag and lie and do all kinds of bad things. But that’s stupid. I wouldn’t do that. What we do stays between us. What happened here just now, stays here always. No one has to know. I feel as though secrecy adds to the magic of it all. You know what I mean?” And I did know. Walking around school knowing that AJ and I shared some intimate moments that his many female admirers never got to experience was all worth it.

We hurried and left to get all of the pictures needed for class, and then we returned, acting as if nothing had happened. However, there were always lust-filled glances between us.


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