Poor James

James was a shy kid. Nerdy, introverted and perpetually overlooked. He wasn't a prude, but he wasn't in a rush to lose his virginity either. Then he got a text from Lena. She was a girl in his class that he had been pining after all year. Sitting two rows up and one to the right in pre-calc, he could barely focus past the thoughts her very presence left him with. Every time she wore a short skirt he entered a parallel universe, every time she let her hair down he hovered in midair, buoyed on cupids wings. To him, she was transcendent.

The text was short, and if he had thought about it longer than a nanosecond it did seem odd. Yet, when his eyes panned over: "Come over now, I need you inside me." Soda shot up his nose. He sped across the neighborhood on his bike while thoughts of Lena's taut thighs captivated his mind. He was winded by the time he got to her door, and he panicked when he realized that he was about to show up at the girl of his dream's house sweaty and panting. James was taking a moment to catch his breath, looking away from the door at the street, when he heard the door unlock. He froze, the hot sweat suddenly turning to icy weights as embarrassment and shock took him. He spun in time to see Lina beckon him inside with an alluring come hither finger motion.

She was using the door as a shield, but too much skin was visible for there to be any confusion about her outfit. James couldn't think straight, he was so nervous. When he walked into the house he saw an glimpse of Lina's naked form disappearing down the hall. The place was a mess and thick humid smells hung in the air.

"Did you have a party?" he asked in confusion.

"Uh, Yeah" she said from deeper in the house "Come find me" she giggled.

You'll never get another chance like this; he thought to himself. He was terrified, but there was no turning back. James unfastened his belt and awkwardly hopped as he removed his jeans.

The sun was going down, and it was getting dark without lights in the house. He stumbled over overturned couch cushions and end tables, using one hand to guide his path and the other to cover his modest manhood. When he turned the corner he heard water running in a bathtub and a light coming from a door at the end of a nearly pitch black hall.

"Ha ha, Marco." James called

Polo, Lena responded

Marco

Polo

She wasn't in the lit room, but he followed the sound of her voice toward a black void on the left. When James stumbled in he bumped into Lena. The first rush of feeling their skin touch shattered any fear he held onto. The first kiss left him rock hard and deliriously happy. Lena ran her slick tongue over his. He felt like he was dreaming. He felt like he was high.

"Wait a minute" he said as he pushed her away a little.

He did feel high. When did that happen? he thought. All he did was kiss her, how could he be high. He stepped back reaching for the light switch.

When it clicked on he was momentarily stunned by the light sensitivity, but then he saw Lena. There was something wrong with her, she looked dazed and she moved awkwardly. She had never seemed awkward before, but this was different. He tried to justify the logic to himself. And then he saw the trail of drool coming from her mouth and a matching one tracing arcs from her soaked pussy to those taut thighs. Before he could register the wrongness of what he was witnessing, she dove at him.

Lena tried to tackle him, and it knocked him off balance and halfway through the door. James hit the floor hard, and he started to panic. He struggled to control his limbs through the delirium which clouded his mind. She pressed him down as they struggled and began to drool a thick slime at his face.

James was stronger than her and he pushed her off sideways and ran in the opposite direction, he couldn't see the way out though the darkness and saliva fueled daze. He ran toward the lit door, as his vision began to blur. It swung open and he was truly dumbfounded.