One Wednesday after school, my drama teacher, Mr. James, called me into his office.

“Greg,” he said before pausing to phrase his next words carefully. “I have received an accusation that you’ve been bullying someone, and I wanted to talk to you about it.”

My mind started racing. I’ve never bullied anyone before. I’m a good person. I don’t tease people, I don’t call them names, and I’ve certainly never gotten into anything physical. Sure, I have a tendency to be a bit more blunt than the average 18 year-old high school senior, but I only criticize when appropriate and never go out of my way to hurt someone else’s feelings.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Mr. James, interrupting my thoughts. “And I want you to know that I don’t believe it.” That’s what I liked about him. We had a student-teacher relationship that eschewed the typical bullshit. It’s part of the reason that he made me President of the drama club.

“So who was it?” I asked.

“Emma.”

I exhaled in frustration. Of course it would be her. Since the earliest days of my high school theatre ambitions, Emma had been one of the biggest pains in my ass. A gifted singer and dancer, she was on the dance team for the last few years, but quit to do the school plays and musicals so that she could pursue a dream of making it big in musical theatre. She was an alright-enough actress, but she wasn’t the brightest.

She was also very hot.

An 18 year-old high school senior like me, she was 5 ft 4’ with long blonde hair, blue eyes, pale yet flawless skin, and petite breasts. She had a dancer’s body, with legs and a round but firm ass. Emma was easily the hottest girl in the theatre department and probably one of the hottest in school. When I first saw her in the halls, before I really knew her, I could tell that she’d worked for that ass. I bookmarked the hard-on it gave me for later, so I could go home and stalk her on Facebook to find a picture that properly showcased her ass for a nice fap.

However, beauty is only skin deep, and that was clear from Emma’s personality. She came from a wealthy family, and when combined with her looks, it created a life where she was used to getting what she wanted. She got plenty of attention from guys (with plenty of sex) and was often a conversational focal point at our theatre department hangouts. She liked that attention, so when Mr. James said he didn’t believe her latest story, it wasn’t the least bit surprising to me.

“She said I bullied her?” I asked Mr. James, incredulously.

“Yep,” said Mr. James. “Like I said, I don’t believe it, either. I know you two don’t exactly have a history of getting along.”

This was for good reason. I was Emma’s opposite in many regards. At 5’6’, I was not the most attractive guy around, with brown hair that was somehow already starting to thin and a body that was very average. I wasn’t fat, but I also didn’t work out. My cock was a grower, not a shower and stood at 5 and-a-half inches when fully erect. My most appealing features were my legs from years of biking to get around before I had a car, and my hazel-green eyes.

Unlike Emma, my family was not very wealthy. My dad was unemployed at several points in my life. I spent a lot of time after rehearsal working a part time job and studying my ass off to maintain 3.8 GPA. With no looks to coast on, my personality could be a bit blunt, because I often took aim at superficiality. Needless to say, I wasn’t very popular amongst women my own age (though I did have plenty of female friends) and though I’d had a girlfriend for over year, we did everything but have sex before we broke up. In other words: I was still a virgin. It remained one of my deepest insecurities.

These factors often resulted in clashes with Emma, who had a tendency to complain a lot about how hard life was. I was certainly jealous of her looks and her family’s wealth, but I hated when she acted like a spoiled brat, complaining about how long rehearsal was or how she didn’t get the part she wanted.

It was clear that even if she went on to attempt an acting career, she’d still have her family’s wealth to fall back on. Meanwhile, a career in the arts was a huge risk for someone like me. As such, I was always quick to call her on her bullshit. It definitely wasn’t something she was used to, so she was bound to lash out one of these days.

“So why don’t you believe her?” I asked Mr. James.

“Should I?”

“Of course not,” I practically blurted out. “She has a history of complaining to get her way.”

“Yes, she does.” Mr. James broke eye contact with me to lean back in his chair and put his hands on his stomach. “What do you think she might be upset about? This is pretty serious.”

He was right there. This wasn’t her usual MO.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Well Greg, you better give me a reason,” he replied. “Something’s going on between you two, and I’ll need an answer in case the administration asks me.”

“I honestly don’t know.” I really didn’t. I was racking my brain for a reason, and I couldn’t come up with anything.

“Really? You didn’t say anything she didn’t like?”

“I thought you didn’t believe her.”

“I don’t, but I know both of you,” he said as he leaned forward in his chair once again. His eyes met with mine. “I know that she wasn’t happy when I picked you to be drama club president, and I know that you have a tendency to say things she doesn’t like-”

“Which I thought you liked about me-”

“I do. It’s why I chose you. But maybe take it easy for a little bit? We have to get through rehearsal today, and I’m telling you this now so that you can be more mindful around her.”

I crossed my arms and shifted my gaze toward the ground.

“Got it?” he asked sternly.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good. I’ll see you at rehearsal.”

I walked out of his office in a daze. What the fuck was that? If Mr. James really didn’t believe her, why did it feel like I was in trouble? I moved through the scene shop to the theater where we rehearse as my thoughts drifted to Emma. That bitch. She was probably jealous of me being president, even though I worked hard for that position.

Once in the theater, I walked over to my friends and put my stuff down. I spotted Emma, who was on the other side talking to her own friends. I glared at her, Mr. James’s conversation echoing in my mind. She kept her gaze occupied elsewhere, as though she was going out of her way to avoid eye contact with me.

Eventually, rehearsal started. My anger occasionally dissipated as I had other things to focus on, but it would quickly turn back to Emma whenever I had the chance. I stared at her, completely unattracted. Normally, a horny teenage guy like me, (and believe me, I could get very, very horny) would spend time tracing her figure, fucking it with my eyes. Today I practically had an anti-boner from disgust. In fact, I was so mad that I couldn’t even masturbate when I got home that night.

But life goes on. I returned to rehearsal the following day and the day after that without incident. I kept my mouth shut like Mr. James asked, and things with Emma seemed to get better. Well, as better they could get. I avoided her, and she was still avoiding me.

However, one day that changed. The set was now fully built for our show, and we started doing full rehearsals. I was waiting backstage during one of them, preparing for my entrance. I was focusing on the lines being said aloud when I felt the presence of someone behind me. I tried to focus on the words again, but the person was getting closer, close enough that they were now right next to me. From the smell in the air, I could tell it was a girl’s perfume. Completely distracted, I turned and discovered it was Emma.

I was startled to discover her face inches from mine. And it was moving even closer, as though she were about to kiss me. She exhaled deeply, almost huskily, as her eyes looked me over with a smolder. Surprising intoxicated by her, blood instantly rushed to my dick. I ogled her body up and down as I stepped back, an erection forming in my pants. Her hot breath had somehow managed to give me cold goosebumps. What the fuck was she doing to me?

She stepped back with a smirk and remarked, “I knew I could get you hot.”

I didn’t even have time to react before I heard Mr. James.

“GREG!” he shouted. “Get onstage and say your damn line already!”

Crap, she made me miss my entrance! Like scene out of a movie, Emma tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned around before walking off, content with her handywork. I rushed through the set door, her work still somewhat visible for all who paid close enough attention. I was too shocked and way too turned on to even be mad.

I rushed home the moment rehearsal was over, barely greeting my mother as I darted into my bedroom. I quickly pulled out my cock and started stroking it, knowing that I wouldn’t need a Facebook image today.

My cock grew harder and harder as Emma’s words raced through my mind.

“I knew I could get you hot.”

As I stroked, I realized that she wanted to tease me. I remembered her breath on my skin- her intentional breath. My grip on my cock tightened and I pumped it even faster. She was so close to me. That bitch was so close, and I was getting close just thinking about it. I remembered her perfume, then her eyes. I shuddered. As I relieved the smolder of her blue eyes and the smirk forming across her face, I started to cum. Ejaculation ripped through me as I spasmed, cum flying everywhere.

A few moments later, I tried to process what happened. I just masturbated to Emma and came. Hard. I thought I hated her. Why did I do that? More importantly, why did she do that?

At school the next day, I tried to shake the thought of Emma from my mind. I wasn’t able to conclude much about what happened, but focused on the fact that she had decided to tease me. It was evident that in order for her to think she could do that, she had to believe that she was better than me. My arousal subsided into annoyance once more. I decided that I wasn’t going to let Emma know how much she me turned on. What she saw was enough.

The school year continued, and everybody’s workload started to get bigger. For me, the drama club was in full swing with events outside of the plays after school, plus I had my job, my schoolwork, and college applications. It was difficult, but I kept my head down, knowing that pretty soon there would be that home stretch where college applications would be done and “senioritis” could excuse anything outside of the bare minimum effort.

Emma, on other hand, made it clear that she saw things differently. One day before rehearsal for a different play, she actively voiced her concerns about all of her “homework,” and “rehearsal,” and how she wouldn’t “have time to memorize lines.” No one needed this bullshit, especially from someone like her who wasn’t exactly paying attention in class.

“Jesus christ, Emma” I replied. “Everyone has to do this, if you don’t like it then you shouldn’t do the plays.”

She quickly turned to me. The gauntlet had been thrown.

“Why can’t I speak my mind?” she asked, glaring at me. “You always criticize me. You’re violating my freedom of speech!”

“You are allowed to speak your mind, and I’m allowed to criticize. That’s how freedom of speech works in a democracy.”

“You don’t have to be so rude about it though,” she said as she moved closer to me.

The room started to grow silent. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us. I thought about Mr. James and realized it was a good thing he was still in his office. It was time to ease off the gas.

“You know what, I’m sorry I brought it up. Let’s just get through rehearsal,” I said as I turned to my books.

“No, let’s talk about it,” she said as she got even closer, leaving less than a foot between us. “You never listen to me.”

“Look I don’t want to talk anymore. Just leave me alone.” I started to move away, but she was moving her hand. The next thing I knew, her hand was in the shape of a fist, making direct contact with my balls. I keeled over in pain.

“Ow, what the fuck!” I groaned.

She stepped back, seemingly unsure if she had actually done what she had just done. I looked around. If everyone wasn’t looking at us before, they definitely were now.

“You just punched me in the balls!” I groaned once again.

“I did not,” she replied, the hesitating tone in her voice switching into a more assured one. “You’re fine, stop over-exaggerating.”

I swallowed hard, the anger roaring inside me. She had the nerve to punch me in the nads, and wouldn’t even own it? What. A. Bitch. Thinking fast, I realized that my next words needed to be chosen carefully.

“You know what? You’re right, I don’t like you.” I then gestured to the other side of the room. “So I’m just going to go over there, get through this rehearsal and pretend that you don’t exist.”

Tears formed in her eyes as her face scrunched up. Emma definitely wasn’t told that very often. She backed away and turned around before running out of the room quickly. One girl hurried after her. Meanwhile, I stood there, my balls still aching. The room was still dead silent, with all eyes still on me. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

Suddenly, one kid grabbed his water bottle, opened it up, and turned it upside down, spilling the entire thing on the floor. “Oops,” he said quickly, “looks like I need some paper towels to clean this up.” With that, he immediately ran out of the room.

The following day, Mr. James called me into his office, as I could’ve predicted. I figured he would’ve heard about what happened and want to chat. However, I didn’t predict that Emma would be in there with him. She stood against a wall, visibly upset. I walked inside as he gestured for me to close the door. I did, avoiding her gaze whilst trying to calm my rage. I had a pretty good case afterall, with witnesses. Plus, Mr. James was always on my side.

“What did she tell-”

“Stop,” he interjected. Shit. Maybe he wasn’t on my side.

“Did she tell you that she punched me in the balls?” I blurted out. This wasn’t how I intended to start my argument, but I was thrown and tried to form words quickly.

“I did not!” Emma lied.

“Yes you did!” I retorted. “Mr. James there were-”

“I said ‘stop,’” Mr. James said, his voice raised more than usual. “I don’t care what happened. You need to learn to think before you speak and not say everything that comes out of your damn mouth.”

“And you,” he said, turning to Emma, “Have a history of lying.”

I sunk back against the door. Emma did the same where she was standing.

“You both have embarrassed me with your disruptions of my rehearsals, and it’s going to stop. Now. In thirty minutes rehearsal will start and both of you will apologize to your fellow actors, and you will start to behave. You’re about to go off to college and you both need to learn to act like adults. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Emma said dejectedly.

“Greg?” asked Mr. James.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good. Now both of you get out of my office and consider working out whatever differences you may have. And please trust me when I tell you that you don’t want to be in here again.”

I opened the door and rushed around the corner. I leaned against a hallway wall, angry. I mean, what the fuck? This wasn’t my fault, and I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself. How is that fair?

Emma’s footsteps caught my attention as I saw her exit.

“Hey!” I shouted. She started to pick up the pace, not even glancing at me as usual. I moved to follow her, matching her pace.

“Hey! What the fuck was that?”

“Leave me alone,” she replied, still keeping her head forward.

She rounded a corner and into an empty hallway by the dressing rooms. It was after school, and the play wasn’t at the dress rehearsal stage yet, so there wouldn’t be anyone in this area today. I caught up with her, ready to tell her off.

“You know, first you lie to Mr. James earlier in the year by telling him that I bullied you, and then you lie again by not telling him that you punched me in the balls? What the fuck is your problem? You know I’m not a bully, right?”

She stopped and turned around to face me. Her blue eyes locked with mine.

“Oh, you’re definitely a bully,” she said through a chuckle that wasn’t very humorous.

“How?” I asked.

“You know what? I don’t have to prove myself to you-”

“Tell me,” I said. “How am I a bully? I’m genuinely astonished.”

She made a face as though she were about to speak, but then stopped herself.

“It doesn’t matter what I say, you’ll just argue your way out of it.” She started to turn away again, but I wasn’t about to let her leave. She was wrong, and she had to admit it.

“What? Are you afraid I’m going to tell you something other people won’t?”

“No.”

“Come on, admit it,” I replied. “You don’t like it that I call you on your bullshit. You’re just used to getting everything you want.”

“Shut up!” she said, moving in close. The anger in her voice was palpable, and her hand clenched into yet another fist. It was yesterday all over again. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know that you punch people in the balls and lie about it,” I retorted. “And it looks like you’re gonna do it again.”

She exhaled, glaring at me.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in pain again.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting your way, like you always do.” I moved closer to her, our faces were inches apart. I tried to ignore the fact that I could smell the same perfume from months ago. Her scent wanted to overtake me, just like last time. “Go ahead, punch me. You’ll get your way because I’ll be in pain, but I’ll be better than you.”

“There it is,” she said as she backed away. “Why do you always think you’re better than me?”

“I don’t think it. I know it. I work hard, and you just want to coast by on your good looks-”

“So that’s one area where you aren’t better than me are you?” she asked as she started to laugh. This time she did find what I said to be humorous.

“No-”

“That’s what you said. You said I look good.”

“Okay, that is not what I said-”

She moved closer to me once again.

“You did say that, and I know you’re attracted to me.”

“What do you mean?” I sputtered.

The smirk from last time started to form on her face again. I tried to shift my gaze away from it, but wound up focusing on her body, taking in for the first time what she was wearing. She had on a black leather jacket with a tan low-cut v-neck underneath and a pair of black leggings that clung tightly to her figure.

She faked a cough to let me know that she knew I was looking. My eyes shifted back up to meet hers.

“Am I giving you a hard-on again?” she teased. “We both know that you think I’m hot.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, feeling my cock start to betray me.

Emma turned around so that her back was to me. She looked down and behind, gesturing to her curvaceous butt.

“Really?” she asked, almost as a pout. “You’re not attracted to the same ass that everyone else is?”

She started to back up, getting closer to me. Her ass was right next to what was now a plainly visible erection.

“Just admit it. You want this ass on your dick.” Her blue eyes locked with mine once again. “But I guess you can’t, can you? Because that would mean you do find me attractive.”

Her tongue flicked across her lips as she briefly inched her ass backward for it to lightly touch the tip of my cock. The pleasure that graze gave me rippled through my body like a shockwave. I grunted, practically stifling a moan.

“All you have to do to feel it is thrust, but you’re not going to do that, because that would make you like every other guy, and you pride yourself on not being like them, right?”

Emma was way smarter than I gave her credit for. I tried to resist, but there it was: the ass of my fantasies, and she was daring me to rub my dick on it! I was paralyzed with indecisiveness, but it was clear that Emma wasn’t going to let me stand there without making a choice.

“Hmph, I guess you’re not attracted to me or my dancer’s ass,” she said sarcastically as she started to pull away, forcing my sex-addled brain to make a decision.

Fuck it.

I grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back, thrusting my hard cock into her simultaneously. Emma groaned as my cock slid in between her leggings-covered ass cheeks. She brought a hand up to the back of my head, using it has leverage while she ground her ass onto my dick. Our breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head. She was gyrating on my cock, perfectly utilizing all those dance moves to get me off.

Yet the entire event lasted maybe thirty seconds before she ripped away from me and pushed me back against a nearby wall. Her hand reached down to my crotch, grabbing it firmly over my pants. Her grip started to tighten to an almost painful level as she stuck out her tongue and licked it across my lips. Then she moved up to my ear and whispered, “Admit it, you think I’m hot.”

I groaned at the sensation of her breath in my ear, but not for long as she tightened her grip on my crotch even more, her fingers squeezing my balls.

“I said admit it,” she whispered firmly.

“Yes, you’re hot,” I squeaked out in between groans of pain.

“Admit that you’re like every other guy,” she said without ceding her grip.

“I’m…I’m like every other guy.”

“Now tell me I’m better than you.” There was another chuckle in her voice. She had me right where she wanted. The control was definitely turning me on, and I barely hesitated to answer her again.

“You’re better than me!”

My reward for that answer wasn’t a looser grip, but instead I felt her tongue briefly flick against my ear, coating it in saliva. I felt her exhale, causing me to shudder. She pulled her face away and looked me in the eyes, her hand still firmly on my cock.

“Listen to me closely, because I’m going to be completely honest with you just for today.”

I nodded, praying that she would loosen her grip any second.

“You’re a dick,” she said before stopping to choose her next words carefully. “And while I don’t like a lot of the things you say to me… I do find it refreshing that you speak your mind to me.” Wow, she actually admitted that. The rare vulnerability even made me feel a little guilty for how I’ve treated her.

“I’m sorry,” I replied.

“Damn right you are,” she said as she slightly loosened her grip on my crotch only to quickly tighten it again. “And if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

I nodded. Emma grinned as her cold blue eyes retreated from their stare to look me up and down.

“Wow, I’m a little turned on right now,” she confessed. Then she removed her hand from my crotch completely. “Maybe I’ll have to go home and masturbate.”

She backed away from me. I stood frozen against the wall, not sure if I had permission to move. Her eyes drifted to my crotch, which was still rock hard. She chuckled.

“I guess being told what to do really turns you on, huh?” she asked.

I stared at her. I wasn’t ready to admit that she was right. Still, as if reading my mind she moved toward me once again, raising her eyebrows.

“Okay,” I replied. “Maybe it does.”

“Maybe?” Some sort of thought was forming in her head. Whatever it was, I knew it was in my best interest to be honest here.

“It does.”

She smiled and reached out her hand, patting my crotch like it was puppy, causing me to shudder.

“That’s a good boy,” she said in between pats. “Now, let’s see if you’re any good at making a girl cum. Mr. James said we needed to work out our differences, right?”

She then placed her hands on my shoulders and started pushing me down onto my knees. To my surprise, I acquiesced quickly. I kept my head down, somewhat embarrassed by how easily I was submitting. After making it to the ground, I looked up and saw her tongue race across her lips again. Emma then reached around and pulled off her leggings, revealing a wet, shaved pussy underneath a practically invisible red thong.

My eyes locked with hers, and she nodded as if to tell me that I knew what I needed to do next. I started to reach around her gorgeous ass and grab her thong, but Emma quickly swatted my hands away. My eyes locked with hers again, and her gaze spelled out the rules once more. It needs to come off, but no hands allowed.

Not breaking eye contact, I moved to kiss her leg. It was clean shaven like her pussy. Still keeping my eyes locked with hers, I inched my mouth up her thigh, kiss by kiss. A smile formed on her lips as I kept going, and soon, I started to notice that her thigh was much slicker than normal. She really was turned on.

Just as I made way to her pussy, her hand quickly brought me back down, placing my head at the bottom of her other thigh. This girl was really into teasing, apparently even herself. I repeated the same action, kissing my way up. I made it to her pussy, and dragged my tongue along her lower lips, giving them a long lick.

She groaned and arched her head back slightly, still keeping her eyes locked on mine. I then moved up to the part of her thong that was wrapped around her waist. I gripped it between my teeth and pulled it down. I struggled doing this for a good few minutes, gripping the thong in several different places before pulling it down. Emma watched me the entire time, relishing how I attempted to complete the task she assigned me.

Finally, I had pulled the thong down to her ankles without my hands. She bent over and lifted up her legs before pulling the thong off entirely, making her completely naked from the waist down. She then grabbed the back of my head and guided it to her pussy, instructing me to get to work. I smiled. I may have been a virgin, but I did learn how to eat pussy with my last girlfriend, and I definitely wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to make a hot girl like Emma surprised by how hard I could make her cum.

I started with a slow lick along her lips again, then gave her another, and another, eliciting an audible moan each time. I then dove in, thrusting my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could and swirling it around. She rewarded me by tightening her grip on my hair.

I picked up the pace with my tongue and reached my hands around to cup her glorious ass cheeks. This allowed me to pull her even closer, and I thrashed my tongue against her pussy walls.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned deeply. “Fuck yeah, you can dooo this.”

I continued licking her with fury, and she pulled my head in tighter.

“Goooood boy,” she purred, causing my cock to harden.

I moved up to her clit and flicked my tongue across it, causing her to squeak. I gave the clit another tongue flick, then another, repeating this action even more. Her body twitched with each one.

“Ohhhhh fuck don’t stop,” she moaned. “Right there! Ohhh! Ahhh! Ohhhh yeah!!! Be a good boy and make me cum!”

I stopped licking and wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking it on it hard. Her thighs, which were around my head at this point, gripped me like a vice as her knees buckled.

“Ohhhhh fuck I’m cummmmminnnngggg!!!” she almost yelled. She yanked on my hair with one hand, the other catching herself for balance on the wall as she shuddered, expelling juices all over my face. I moved to shove my tongue back into her pussy, and she responded by thrusting against it as her orgasm caused her to lose all sense of me as anything other than a tool for her ultimate pleasure.

Finally, her orgasm subsided, and she released me from her grip. She stepped aside and slumped down against the wall next to me, panting heavily.

She turned to look at me. There was a deep sense of satisfaction in her eyes and a grin to match it.

“What a good boy,” she breathed as she grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with my own. She moaned in between breaths, seeming to enjoy the feeling of my tongue against hers, as well as the taste of her own juices. She pulled away, but not before biting my bottom lip as she did so.

“Wow,” she sighed, “I wouldn’t have guessed you could do that.”

I sat there silently, wiping her remaining juices from my face. Her eyes turned to my still very hard cock trying to force its way out of my pants.

“Think you could do it again with that?” she asked, gesturing to my dick.

“No,” I quickly replied as I looked away from her, uneasy. It was was one thing to make her cum from my tongue, but I doubted I would last long with zero prior vaginal experience, and I wasn’t about to tell her that, because she’d definitely have a field day.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?”

Shit. Unable to answer “no” or confidently muster a “yes,” my sudden silence on the topic started to betray me. She leaned in close to inspect my face.

“You are! Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I answered, expecting her to laugh. I know that being a virgin shouldn’t be a big deal, but the truth was that I was pretty insecure about it.

“Well, the truth comes out,” she said, her tone low. It was the sort of statement she probably would’ve used to accompany laughter, but perhaps for some reason even she couldn’t be mean about it. Maybe there was a niceness to her that I had earned from making her cum?

Then, I felt her hand on my crotch and her lips next to my ear.

“It’s your lucky day, virgin,” she whispered as she started rubbing my bulge through my pants. “Maybe I will pity you and take your virginity….” Her touches became more vigorous. “But that’s exactly how I’ll treat you, as nothing more than a pity fuck.” My cock twitched when she said that. Emma giggled, taking it as consent.

She quickly unbuckled my pants and pulled them off, along with my underwear. She then got on top of me and positioned herself above my cock. She grabbed it with her hand, gave it a few quick strokes whilst smiling at me, then lowered herself down onto it.

I groaned as her warmth enveloped me. My breathing slowed down, as did hers.

“Mmmm,” she said, “your cock isn’t bad, even though I’ve had bigger.”

Normally I’d be offended by her stuck up attitude, but I found myself unable to reply as I became entranced by the wet tightness that was her pussy. Emma could tell I was enjoying it and squeezed her pussy around my cock even more, causing me to moan.

“Do you like my pussy, virgin?” she taunted whilst slowly starting to bounce on my cock. “How is it fucking one of the hottest girls in school?” Pity fuck or not, this was hot, and I quickly attempted to meet her thrusts, needing to go faster. I moved my hands to her hips, but grabbed them and pinned them down.

“Nope,” she said, “I’m in charge here, virgin. If I let you roam free, how can I guarantee you’ll last long enough for me to cum again?”

She started moving faster, though it was still agonizingly slow for me. Enamored with my pain, she leaned over and kissed my neck. Her pussy continued to rise and fall on my cock, and I continued to thrust to meet her, albeit poorly without the help of my hands.

Pitying me as promised, she picked up the pace even more. I groaned in joy, but she promptly returned to a slower speed upon hearing me. Then she brought her lips to mine, giving me a firm yet brief peck before pulling back, biting my lip in that same, sexy way she did earlier.

“Tell me how lucky you are to be fucking me,” she said between breaths. “Maybe I’ll let you earn your freedom.”

She squeezed my cock with her pussy again as she pulled up off it until just the tip was in, holding there. The pleasure was intense as her muscles worked on just my sensitive tip.

“I’m so lucky to be fucking you!” I exclaimed.

She smiled and slammed all the way down my cock, hard, causing her to moan loudly, and me to shudder. Then she pulled up into the same position again, stopping the thrust but still working her vaginal muscles.

“Tell me you’re a lucky virgin!” she said.

“I’m a lucky virgin!” I blurted out without hesitation. She slammed onto my cock again, this time doing several more bounces. She then grabbed one of my hands and pulled it to her face before shoving a finger into her mouth. She sucked on it vigorously in between moans.

“You don’t deserve me!” she said as our bodies collided into each other.

“I don’t!” I said back. It really turned me on to say that, to give her control.

She lifted her other hand from mine, allowing me to use them as I pleased. I immediately gravitated toward her ass, squeezing it, but also using it to pump her on my cock harder and harder.

“Oh yeahhhhhhh, fffffuck me!” she moaned as her body shuddered on my cock. “Fuck the girl that makes your life hell. Fuck the girl that punched you in the balls and got you in trouble for it!”

Up until that point, the dirty talk was turning me on, but what she said just then went too far. No matter how hot the girl, emotions take priority. I immediately yanked her from cock, causing her to gasp.

I then stood up and picked her up right after me. I turned her around to face the wall and got behind her. She was going to pay for what she did, and she was not going to walk away from this experience thinking that she could say shit like that.

I quickly grabbed my cock and positioned it near her hole. I was ready to slam it in, but in my excitement I missed. Nervous, I kept trying to thrust it in, but still kept missing. I did this over and over, eliciting a laugh from her.

“Aw, is someone having trouble defending their manhood?” she taunted. “This is why I should be in charge instead of the virgin.” That taunting was going to stop. Now.

I breathed deeply and lined my cock up with her hole once again. I pushed in slowly, enjoying the feeling of her pussy. From her own deep breath, I could tell that she enjoyed it, too. I then pulled out until just the tip was in, causing her to get impatient. She wiggled her ass back onto my cock, but I pulled back further, not ready to let her have the satisfaction. Only my head would remain inside. She tightened her muscles on my cock yet again in response. The pleasure was strong, but not strong enough to stop me this time.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked. I smiled and raised one of my hands. Then I brought it down sharply and spanked her ass. A crack echoed through the hallway.

“Ow!” she screamed. “What the f-”

I then slammed my cock back inside her before she could finish her sentence, knocking the wind out of her. I started thrusting faster, harder.

“Ohhhhh fuuccccckkkk,” she chirped, giving away the game very quickly. My cock picked up speed, plunging deeper and deeper.

“Hhhhooollllyyy shhhiitttt,” she gasped as my cock stretched her pussy. “Whereeee… did this… come frrrrrommmm??”

I started pounding her, thrusting as hard as I could. She continued moaning. The pleasure was insane. Her pussy was somehow getting tighter with each thrust, causing my cock to grow even bigger inside her. I was bottoming out, and she was loving every second of it.

“Ohhhhhh mmmyyy goooddd. That’s iiiiittt, right there, oh yeahhhhh, yeeaaahhhh, yeahhh! Baby I”m clossseeee!!!”

Did she just call me “baby?” I smiled. That was a far cry from “virgin.”

I took a hand and spanked her ass again and again as my cock slammed into her. She moaned with each spank, and it was clearly leaving a bruise.

I plowed her with my cock, intent on splitting her open. I wanted to teach her for thinking less of me.

“Ohhhh ffucck I’m gonna cummmm!” she exclaimed. Perfect. I quickly moved a hand down to her crotch and rubbed her clit furiously.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ffffuuuuccckkk,” she yelled her voice getting higher in pitch. “Aahhhh, ahhhhh, ohhhh, ahhhh, ayyyyeeeee.” She was becoming unintelligible, right where I wanted her. Just then, I stopped rubbing her clit and pinched down on it instead, causing her to tense up.

“Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ccccccuuuummmmmminnnnnggggg!!!!!!!”

Her knees buckled and she lost her balance as she came hard. She started to fall forward, but I could tell she wasn’t going to catch herself and didn’t want her head to slam into the wall, so I pulled her back toward me. However, she had clearly lost her ability to stand and fell on me instead, accidentally impaling herself further onto my cock and increasing her pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her pussy squeezed my cock as hard as it could. The tension had already been building in my balls for a while now, and at that precise moment, I came.

I erupted inside her, hard, my hot seed filling her pussy. Our combined juices overflowed and leaked onto the floor as I shuddered. I too started to lose my ability to stand, and somehow managed to guide us onto the ground, both of us still spasming about in orgasm. We laid there gasping for air, our minds rolling in pleasure. Suddenly, my vision started to fade, and I blacked out.

At some point later I woke up with Emma passed out naked next to me. I nudged her to consciousness. She looked around, momentarily forgetting where she was or how she got there. Finally, her eyes settled upon me and she smiled, remembering what had just occurred. I smiled back, proud of my accomplishment.

She then got up and put her clothes back on. Afterward, she gave me a deep tongue kiss. I stayed on the ground, half-attempting to pull my clothes back on, half-processing what the fuck just happened.

I finally got up as she checked the time. The frown that formed on her face inspired me to check too, and I realized that we were both going to be very late for rehearsal. We still had to apologize, too. Emma fixed her hair before looking at my own. She grinned and walked over to me so that she could adjust it. As she smoothed it over to hide the sex, she started chuckling to herself.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I did tell you that I could get you hot,” she replied.

I joined her in laughing. She definitely got what she wanted there, not that I was complaining.

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