Keep it to yourself

Spending time studying for real means less time flirting with girls and less time hanging out with Stef. But… you want to graduate. And you think the Librarian is hot. And maybe she can get you into a CCL party. So you have plenty of motivation to put your nose in a book.

And honestly… the book that she gave you is not so bad. Normally you would look at some dirty mags, but reading about 19th-century chicks getting hot and heavy with fieldhands and stuff is cool. You don’t have a problem with hot fieldhands. You like girls better, but… jerking off and studying. It’s multitasking!

You find a little time to hang with Stef late in the afternoon outside the school. It doesn’t surprise you that her favorite hangout spot is the edge of the parking lot, where she has a view of the football field where the cheerleaders are practicing. You lean on the retaining wall, staring at Mary among the other cheerleaders. You’ve seen her naked now, but not up close. She’s even sexier in her cheerleader outfit. It’s really distracting.

“You never had the hots for the hot ass big titty librarian?” you ask Stef.

“Uh…” Stef scratches her head, messing around with her personal CD player. “I don’t think I’ve met her.”

Figures. “She used to be CCL,” you tell her. “She must know how to party.”

Stef rolls her eyes. “You and your parties.”

“Parties are where the girls are.”

“We are girls, Carla.”

“You know what I mean.”

She reaches over and pats your butt in your jean shorts. “Come over tonight. I have something cool.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Cartoon porn.”

“What?”

“I’m not kidding. It’s Japanese. Come over tonight.”

“Where’d you get it?”

“None of your business,” she says.

You laugh. “OK.” But you’ve noticed someone: it’s Ellen, from your class. She’s on the bleachers with a notebook or something in her lap. Is she watching the cheerleading practice too? You had PE class with her, and today you noticed the way that she changed clothes. You recognized the way that she acts because that’s how you act. She’s hiding something, and you know what it is: she must have a dick like yours. So with that being the case… why not watch the cheerleaders? You would too if you had nothing better to do.

School ends and you head to the library.

“I like this book,” you tell Kris, who is wearing a tight skirt and a sleeveless, turtleneck sweater. It’s hard not to stare at the way that her huge boobs strain against the sweater.

“I thought you might,” she says. “Let’s do some math.”

“Do we have to?”

“I don’t. You do.”

You grudgingly open your math textbook and do your best. Kris patiently helps you. You aren’t bad at math, you just don’t find it interesting.

“Eyes on the book,” she reminds you mildly.

“Right,” you say. “Sorry.” You do your best. You are not great at this, but… you don’t want to be a jerk to this woman and you don’t want to look like an idiot. You find some focus and get some studying done. But Kris seems genuinely impressed with your effort, and that is a nice feeling.

“Good job today,” she says.

You head home, where you tell your folks that you’re going to Stef’s place later.

You peek through your window, but… no sign of Mary. That’s OK. She has a life, and you can’t expect her to give you a peep show every night.

You head over to Stef’s, where you eat dinner with her family before you’re able to sneak away to her room, where she shows you a colorful VHS tape.

“What the fuck…?” you say as you look it over. It’s called “Slight Fever Syndrome”. And it’s like a… Japanese anime or something. You can’t read Japanese, but you can tell by looking at this tape that it’s porn. Cartoon porn! It’s covered in hot girls. There’s like… censorship bars or something, but you are down.

You get cleaned up and dressed for bed. Stef wears panties and a tee, and you have a cute little shorts and top jammie set. You get comfy in her bed and she pops the tape in with the volume low so her parents don’t hear. The idea is to see how crazy this shit is, and it does not disappoint. The way people look, the hair color, talking in Japanese… the way their mouths move.

But then things get lewd and it’s not all dicks and hot guys. You notice how you and Stef quiet down and stop laughing once the blonde who is the main character is masturbating.

By the time it gets to a part where the main character and another female teacher are having sex, neither of you is laughing. This was supposed to be funny, not hot. But it is hot. This teacher with blue hair is fingering this hot, kind of… **** blonde with glasses.

You and Stef are both under the covers. You look over at her, and it’s awkward.

“You didn’t say this would be like this,” you accuse.

“Shut up,” she mutters, blushing.

“At least give me a fucking sock.”

She snorts, nudging you with her shoulder. “Gross. You are gross.” But she crawls out of bed and gets socks from the dresser, handing one to you. You’re under the covers; you don’t want to make a mess. Her single bed is so narrow that you’re pressed up against each other. You can even feel the motion of her arm.

With her sock over your cock, you stroke vigorously with your eyes glued to the screen. At first you think you should take your time to show off, but it looks like this scene is ending… and it’s a hot one.

You sigh and grip your breast through your shirt, filling your sock with cum.

Stef makes a cute noise a moment later and you know that she’s doing the same. Spent, she pants and grabs the remote, pausing the tape.

“Guess we finish this later, huh?” she says.

“OK,” you say, feeling good. You throw your sticky socks out from under the covers and go to sleep.

It’s… only a little awkward when you wake up to find Stef behind you with ridiculous morning wood in her underwear, pressed up hard against your butt. You gently and carefully move away from her and sneak out of bed… and since no one else is up, you sneak out of the house and head home.

You aren’t sure how to explain it, but… you don’t know. That felt weird. Good.

But weird. You smile as you unlock your front door and go in. Stef is so cute. In the shower, you give into temptation and rub one out, thinking about that feeling. Stef does have a nice cock, and it was rigid.

As you breathe heavily and watch your semen swirl down the drain, you try not to think about Stef. You have a best friend. It’s her. What you need is a girlfriend. Ideally one with big boobs and nice, round hips and… you need to get your shit together.

Of course… Stef is a bit weird at school, but you have a lie ready for her.

“I forgot my homework,” you tell her. “That’s why I snuck out.”

“You can wake me up.”

“You’re cute when you sleep,” you tell her, punching her arm.

In class, you sit next to Ellen. You notice a little spot on your face, and you realize that it’s jelly or something, not a zit. You nudge her and let her know. She wipes it off, blushing.

“The High Seas,” you say, tapping her notebook, which is covered in stickers. “I saw them play.”

“Really?” she asks. It’s a very obscure, small band that only plays in California. It’s kind of cool that Ellen knows who they are.

“Yup,” you say. You had to sneak into that bar, but you don’t mention that.

Ellen looks at you with something like respect.

“Nice,” she says.

“I like your outfit,” you tell her. She’s wearing black jeans and a baggy, black tanktop with a black bra underneath. It’s not meant to be sexy, but since you’re sitting next to her you can’t help but get some pale sideboob. Her boobs aren’t amazing, but you’re still thinking about feeling Stef’s erection this morning. You tingle all over.

It’s nice. You aren’t friends or anything, but there’s nothing wrong with making friends.

When she goes to the bathroom, you see that big notebook sticking out of her book bag. She was writing in that or something yesterday when she was watching the cheerleaders.

Snoop? Or don’t snoop?