She smiled as he gently caressed her back, basking in the glow that only comes after loin-tingling sex. The twilight feel of his bedroom created by the light seeping through the blinds and the gentle breeze of the fan heightened the senses on her skin as she laid still. It only intensified her temporary bliss. Kyle had taken his time with her and done his job, then even paid attention to her afterward, a rarity among high school boys. He really cared.
Sure, she knew she was not his only choice, but he had to settle down eventually and she just wanted to be in the running when the time came. But she had no guarantees. It was a dangerous game very few high school seniors knew how to play.
He ran his hand across her bare back up to her shoulders, focusing his attention on the subtle movements of her shoulders as they received his touch. He loved the softness, the warmth of her smooth skin and hairless body. Her petite shoulders excited him, but he knew something was missing. There was no emotional connection.
He touched her, but only because he knew at some point in the future he would want to use her again. It was a game others in high school could not figure out, and he was willing to take advantage of it.
"That was amazing," Kimberley said, not bothering to turn and her and look at her lover.
The comment was met with silence, and then, "Shit, we're going to be late to science class -- the third time this quarter."
He shot out of bed and began to throw on a shirt before grabbing his dark colored boxers. Kimberley had always fancied those, he thought.
She breathed heavily, but no longer in ecstasy. She sat up, giving him a view of her young, firm breasts. It usually took his mind back to the business at hand. In most cases, it was convenient for her and him to sneak away to his house during the school day, if he wanted to. They had lunch and a study hall together -- and no one cared who showed up for study hall. They also had science together after study hall.
"Don't worry about Mr. Perper. I got him taken care of," she said with a wink.
"Jeez, Kim, you're not," Kyle started shuddering at the thought that he was sharing a young beauty with his science teacher.
"Hell, no," she shot back. "Are you gross? It's just that, if he wants a pair of my panties, after I've worn them and before they've been washed, that's worth overlooking a tardy."
"You've done that?"
She shot him a puzzled look, "Don't be a dork."
"That's gross. Do you know what he's doing with those?"
"I don't care."
"You're screwed in the head."
She smiled and laid back across the bed, her head coming to rest perilously close to manhood. She looked up and smiled at him.
"And you’re fucking one of your best friend’s sisters.”
“Does he know?”
“I don’t know and don’t really care. I tend to think I'm resourceful," she said with a shrug. "We all try to get what we want and right now, I want round two."
"Kim, we've got to -- Oh damn," Kyle responded.
Her actions stopped him in mid sentence as she reached for his balls and took his shaft into her mouth. He was already soft from their earlier encounter, but
Kim knew enough about teenage boys to understand that soft tissue could become hard again quickly. Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head as she continued working on his manhood, running his penis up and down the side of her face and slowly taking it back in her mouth.
"It's gross, Kim. Your juices are all over me," he said half-heartedly.
She popped his dick out of her mouth and said, "So? What does it matter? You aren't down here tasting it. I am."
She licked the underside, just where the head meets the rest of the shaft and that was all it took. He started growing once again and knew where this would lead. She groaned as he slowly pumped deeper into her mouth, his shaft becoming more engorged with each thrust. Kyle reached over and slowly caressed the valley between her butt cheeks. She groaned some more. He straightened himself up and pushed her back onto the bed. For some things, tardiness was excusable.
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Nearly half an hour later, they were walking into science class, not arm-in-arm, but nearly the entire class knew they had been together. This detail was not lost on Mr. Perper.
"What do you think you're doing, coming to my class at this time?" he asked.
Kimberley walked over to his desk and left a small brown paper bag in front of him. There appeared to be a mark similar to a grease stain on it. She smiled at the teacher, leaned in close and said quietly, "Sorry, Mr. Perper. There's something extra special in the crotch this time."
"Indeed?"
"Let's just say that if I was wearing a skirt today, I could be very, very embarrassed."
Mr. Perper looked around the class, hoping no one noticed the encounter much. Everyone did. He took the bag and put it in the drawer of his desk as quickly and as nonchalantly as he possibly could. He then turned his attention back to the students, most of whom were still staring at him.
“Get back to work,” he ordered.
