First Dance (2 page)

“Oh,” she grins and giggles. She’s all
titillated and it’s almost too easy. Girls are always doing this
around me and they have for years. Sometimes it’s like they’ll
completely surrender the rational part of their brains and just do
anything I want.

“Come with me, ok?” I whisper to her and
raise her hand to my lips to gently kiss her knuckles.

She nods and I lead her out of the gym. I
take a peek around and, when the coast is clear, I walk her up the
stairs and through the deserted hallway to Mr. Flores’ Spanish
classroom. The lock on the door is broken, but that means this will
be a good private location for me to see just how far I can
convince Kelsey to go.

I close the door behind us and then I lean
against Mr. Flores’ desk. Kelsey sits up on the desk directly
across from me and looks at me. She’s practically drooling in
anticipation. This girl is so fuckin’ mine right now.

“You’ve really been barking out some orders
tonight, Kels,” I admonish her. “That’s not very nice, is it?”

She shakes her head, playing right along with
this little game.

“I think it might be time to flip the script
on that,” I say, seductively licking my lips. “You’re gonna do what
I tell you to do right now, cool?”

She nods and I can see that she’s already all
hot and bothered from the mere prospect of our power play.

“Come here,” I point to a spot in front of me
and she scurries over. I slide her dress up her thighs and my
fingers rub her over her panties. “You’re already excited, aren’t
you?” I sensually whisper.

She shifts her pelvis so she can arch into my
fingers a little more, but I take my hand away and she pouts.

“Stand right there,” I point at a spot a
couple feet back, “and take your dress off.”

“But, the window,” she protests, pointing to
the open shade on the window in the door.

“Take your dress off and then go close the
window,” I shrug.

She starts towards the window, but I call for
her to stop.

“Dress off first, then close the window,” I
say.

To my surprise, she obeys. She unfastens the
top of her halter dress and lets it pool at her feet until she’s in
nothing but her black panties. She looks at me like she needs my
permission to go pull the shade, so I nod my head and she goes to
the door and pulls the shade down. It’s kind of funny because she’s
such a bratty, opinionated chick in real life, but she’s become all
docile and submissive right now. She doesn’t have to do any of this
shit, but she’s acting like she has to follow my every demand. I’m
trying not to snicker to myself as she returns to the spot in front
of me and awaits further instructions.

“Panties,” I nod. She slides them down her
legs. I’ve got the most popular girl in school stripped down to
nothing but her stilettos in the middle of the Spanish classroom,
and I’m not even close to finished with this game.

“Are you gonna fuck me right here like this?”
She says, feigning outrage.

“No, not yet,” I shake my head. “First, I
want to watch you.”

“Watch me what?” She flushes.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” I say,
laying on the seductive tone pretty thick.

“James!” She giggles and blushes. But I know
she’s totally going to do it. Just as I suspect, she starts running
her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts and pinching
her nipples before her fingers make their way between her legs.

“Sit right there on that desk,” I order, “and
spread your legs wide so I can see you.”

Her cheeks are totally pink and I can tell
she’s both embarrassed and excited by this turn of events, but she
happily obliges and starts getting really into it.

“Don’t come,” I say, interrupting her. She
pouts. “You want to order me around downstairs, I’m gonna order you
around up here. I’m gonna make you come, but you can’t come
yet.”

She seems intrigued and she sits back up and
closes her legs.

“You need a little attitude check tonight,
Kels,” I smile at her as I rise from Mr. Flores’ desk. “You’ve been
bitching at me and I saw you giving my friend a dirty look. What
should we do about that?” She shrugs like she doesn’t know what to
say. “I think you need to be punished,” I say, licking my lips.
“Come over here and bend over the desk.”

She walks up to me, her mouth practically
begging me to kiss her, but I deny her. I simply motion to the desk
and raise an expectant eyebrow. She bends over so her chest is
against the desk and her arms are tucked up at her sides.

I caress her ass for a minute and I can feel
her hips subtly rocking when my fingers brush her between her legs.
“I think maybe you need to get spanked for being so obnoxious
tonight. What to you think?”

“Spanked?” She asks. There’s a huge level of
arousal in her tone and I’m anxiously awaiting her answer. I’m
pretty sure she’s going to go for it, but this is the turning point
when she could say no and tell me to fuck off. “Is it gonna hurt?”
She asks.

“No, I promise I won’t hurt you,” I say,
sliding my finger between her legs so I can tease her. “You might
actually like it.”

“Have you done it before?” She asks.

“A few times,” I reply. I’ve done all kinds
of kinky shit with Becky Callahan, but I can’t mention that since
she and Kelsey are best friends.

She pauses for a second like she’s mulling it
over, but I already know her answer before she turns to look at me
and says, “yeah, ok, let’s try it.”

“You can always tell me to stop if you don’t
like it,” I whisper and kiss the top of her spine. She shivers.
Yep, I’ve got this.

I keep gently rubbing her ass until I’m sure
she’s not expecting it and then I slap her across her left butt
cheek. She flinches, but she doesn’t object. I give her a few
seconds to make up her mind before I swat her right cheek. She
arches her back so her butt’s more in the air. She’s into it. I
smack her again and this time I hear her moan. I’m holding back a
snicker at this situation, but it is kind of turning me on to know
that I’ve got this bitchy cheerleader at my mercy, and she’s
fuckin’ loving it. A couple more smacks and I glance up to Mr.
Flores’ desk to see a ruler in his pencil cup. I pick it up and run
it down Kelsey’s back from the top of her neck to the crack of her
ass. She moans as it glides over her skin.

“I’m gonna spank you with this now, Kels,” I
say.

She doesn’t object, doesn’t protest at all. I
swat her on the butt and she flinches, but then she moans. She’s
really getting into this. A few more smacks and the skin of her ass
is all pink and warm. Ok, now I’m hot. Becky loves doing this kind
of shit with me, but it’s got me all fired up to see that someone
as bossy as Kelsey likes it too.

I put the ruler down and slide my fingers
over her sex. “You liked that, didn’t you, Kelsey?” I say
softly.

“Yes,” she says, her breath already rapid and
heavy.

“I can feel it,” I say, sliding two fingers
inside her. Holy shit! This is the wettest she’s ever been. She was
super turned on by the spanking. I’ll have to remember that for
later.

“James,” she pants, “fuck me now.”

“You want me to fuck you?” I tease. “Well,
maybe if you ask nice.”

“Please, will you fuck me? Pretty please?”
She cutely replies.

“Hmm,” I sigh, “I don’t know. You might have
to convince me.”

My eyes shoot open with surprise whens she
hops off the desk and drops to her knees in front of me. She’s got
my pants unzipped in an instant and she’s sliding her tongue up and
down my cock. She takes me into her mouth and pushes me deep down
her throat. She’s got a level of desperate enthusiasm that she sure
didn’t have when she sucked my dick in the locker room earlier
tonight. She’s aggressively going for it like it’s a contest and I
have to stop her because I feel like I might not be able to last
much longer.

“Up on the desk,” I command, grabbing a
condom from my pocket. “Face down how you were before.”

She happily obeys and spreads her legs wide
so her torso is pressed into the wood. She wiggles her hips and I
snicker as I slide the condom on and position myself behind her.
I’m a lot larger than the average guy, so I usually try to be
gentle and go slow with girls, but I know Kelsey likes it fast and
rough, so I slam into her and she starts moaning right away. I grab
her hips and totally plow her. She’s moaning and panting into the
desk with every thrust.

“You like it, Kelsey?” I grunt as I continue
to ram her.

“Oh! Fuck yes!” She moans loudly.

“You like it when I fuck you from behind like
this?” I breathe.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” She pants. “Fuck me! Mmm,
harder!”

I pump her a little harder, worried at first
that it might be too hard. I’m considering this a punishment fuck,
but I’m not a total asshole and I’m not trying to hurt the
girl.

“Oh, yeah!” She’s moaning over and over. I
can feel her start quivering inside and I know she’s right on the
edge. I spank her ass hard and she completely loses it. She screams
out my name so loud that I’m sure the security guard is going to
burst in the door at any moment.

Her outburst and the wanton way she’s
grinding back into me has me quickly reaching the peak and I moan
loudly as I come, pumping her a few final times as hard and deep as
I can.

I prop myself up on the desk and lean over
her. “You did really good, Kels,” I praise. “If you like getting
spanked and fucked, we can do that again.”

“I really liked it,” she says with a big
sigh. She certainly looks relaxed and I nearly laugh out loud at
her change of mood.

“Alright, I’ll add that to the line up,” I
nod. “Get your clothes back on, you screamed so loud I’m sure they
thought you were being murdered in here.”

She laughs and slides her panties and dress
back on while I toss the condom in the trashcan—that’s sure to be
an interesting discovery for the janitors. I zip up my pants and
take her hand as we return to the dance downstairs. Now that she’s
sated by sex, she’s all loose and fun, not her usual uptight self.
She lets up on me about dancing with her and I promise to give her
another little spanking tonight when I take her back home.

I’m sitting up in bed in my gray pajama pants
and a pink camisole reading Frederick Douglass’ autobiography for
my AP American History class. Yes, I’m that big of a nerd that I’m
actually reading ahead. My mom has long since gone to bed, so the
house is silent as I await James’ signal. A small patch of lawn
separates our houses, so I can see his place clearly from my
window. His bedroom is directly across from mine and he always
shines a flashlight in three short bursts when he wants to come
over after our parents are asleep. Finally, I see the signal and
come to the window. He’s not in his bedroom, he’s right downstairs
in his dress pants with his maroon shirt unbuttoned. I tell myself
that I don’t notice it, but I can see the curves of all the muscles
in his abdomen through his wifebeater. He’s looking up at me like
I’m Juliet and I smile broadly as I give him a thumbs up. I giggle
and then nod to him before creeping into the basement and letting
him inside.

“Hey, babe,” he whispers as he gives me a big
hug.

Babe? He usually just calls me “kid” or “Lo”
so this “babe” thing is new. I decide that I like it.

I usher him in and he flops down on the
couch. I take a seat beside him and he pulls my legs up so my feet
are on his lap.

“Fuck! I’m wiped out,” he exhales in an
exhausted sigh as he runs his fingers through his soft, wavy hair.
I’d kind of like to run my fingers through his hair. Wait, what?! I
must be really tired or just losing my mind.

“I’d imagine so much fucking could make
anybody tired,” I reply. His shirt’s sliding back off his arms and
his muscular shoulder is exposed. I don’t know why these things are
catching my eye tonight and it kind of freaks me out.

“It wasn’t really that much,” he chuckles,
“just a couple times.”

“Really?” I giggle. A couple? “I figured
after the dance, but what was the other one? Did you end up getting
more than just a blowjob in the locker room?”

“Yes I did, but not in the locker room,” he
grins.

“No way!” I laugh, but take care not to make
it too loud. My mom is asleep upstairs right now and I don’t want
her to get mad at James for coming over so late.

“I fucked her upstairs in Flores’ classroom,”
he says with a proud smile. “Spanked her too,” he adds.

“No you did not!” I gasp.

“I totally did,” he nods. “She was bitching
about me dancing with you and she was being all annoying, so I took
her up there and told her I was gonna punish her. I spanked her
with a ruler a little bit and then I fucked her. I had to do
something to shut her up!”

“You spanked her with a ruler?! Didn’t that
hurt?” I ask with total shock.

“Yeah, but she digs that kind of shit. Some
of these girls get really turned on when you tie them up or spank
them and stuff,” he explains. “I gave her a little attitude
adjustment, calmed her down. She was spanked and fucked and she
shut the fuck up after that,” he says with a cheeky grin.

“So, you figured you’d fuck the bossy out of
her?” I chuckle. “Or did you just fuck her until she was too tired
to keep bitching at you?”

“A little of both,” he laughs. “She’ll sleep
well tonight.”

I crinkle my nose again and he laughs. He’s
always so amused at the way his sex talk makes me squirm.

“How many times can you even do it in one
night?” I honestly inquire. I’ve never had sex and James is
practically an expert, so he always answers my questions, no matter
how naive or silly—though I do sometimes get embarrassed asking him
things like this. “It seems like there has to be some kind of limit
on it. You can’t just go on and on forever, right?”