Sitting in third period English class, I fidgeted in my seat while looking at the slow moving hands of the wall clock. How was an oversexed hot girl like me supposed to just sit still and concentrate?
Not to be conceited, but over the last few years, I’ve grown used to men and boys practically get whiplash trying to check me out. I flaunted my hot body with sexy clothes and always had perfect hair and makeup. I walked, talked and oozed sexuality all the time.
I was well aware of my power over men and enjoyed it. And in my last year of high school, I was finally 18 and legal.
As my teacher droned on, I couldn’t help but stare at the hottest guy in class. He was the high school quarterback. Garrett was gorgeous, tall, and popular.
He was lean, muscular and so manly. We flirted often in class. Sneaking a look at his crotch, I fantasized about how it would feel to have him in bed.
Even though I was a good student, it became impossible to concentrate the last year, as I was always thinking about sex. Hot, mind blowing sex that I had recently, or a naughty fuck fest that might be around the corner…
I could feel myself getting warm and wet between my thighs. Garrett looked up and flashed me a sexy smile. His cool blue eyes, brown hair and rugged good looks just made me want to jump him right there.
God, when was this class ending?
This year, I realized I was a nympho slut and frankly, I didn’t care. Personally, I thought the other girls were just jealous that they weren’t getting any. Of course, sadly, I wasn’t either.
It had been a long couple of weeks since I last got laid at a party. For a nympho like me, it felt like an eternity.
I enjoyed boldly flirting, and feeling naughtier than usual that day, I decided to be a little more proactive. I leaned over to Garrett to whisper in his ear. “Y’know, I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whispered. Then I leaned back and gave him a flirty smile.
His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged in shock, as he stared at me. Obviously, he couldn’t believe I actually said that, as the other girls at school were pretty tame. I giggled at his reaction.
“Nikki, is everything okay there?” interrupted the teacher. “Oh yes, everything’s fine,” I replied as I smiled at Garrett. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Thank God!
As I got up to leave, Garrett walked out with me. “So, where ya headed?” he asked casually.
“I have a free period, study hall. I’ll probably skip it. What about you?”
“I’m skipping my next class, too. Wanna hang out for a while? Take a walk maybe?”
He flashed another super sexy smile as I felt my knees weaken. Bingo.
As we walked down the hallway, it was pretty quiet since everyone was in class. We walked to a quieter section of the building. As we passed an empty classroom, he pulled the door open, looked around and pulled me in.
He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me close. I could smell his manly scent of light aftershave. His cool blue eyes blazed as he smirked and said, “So…no underwear today, huh? I don’t think you’re wearing a bra either.”
My tight young body was pressed up against him. My full chest was pushed firmly on him and I could feel his bulging hard erection. Since I wasn’t wearing any panties, I could feel the wetness growing and slipping between my thighs.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he kissed me hungrily. I explored his warm mouth with my tongue as I kissed him back.
God, I was so turned on. He felt and tasted like a real man.
He had me pressed up against the wall, which felt so hot. As he kissed me, his hands moved quickly from my hips to my full breasts. My heart was racing as he unbuttoned my shirt and released my ample boobs.
He stopped to look down as he fondled me – rubbing my large tits and squeezing my nipples. He put his head down and as he took one nipple in his mouth, I cried out. He hungrily sucked on one tit while playing with the other.