Monday comes too soon

Monday morning always seemed to hit Lucy like a ton of bricks, but this Monday felt like a train. Her weekend had been so wonderful that returning to school felt like the worst thing in the world. And to top it all off it was blustery, gray, and miserably cold.

Matt had dropped her off on Sunday afternoon just before his parents had returned. They didn’t do much after their big night but that was fine. She had spent entire days laying around and cuddling her boyfriend. Her vagina had remained pretty sore so they didn’t have sex again and, thankfully, Matt understood and didn’t try to pressure her. On Saturday night, after going to bed, things got steamy for a few minutes, but she had to stop when his dick started poking her in the ribs. Honestly, it had been really challenging to say no. Every time she saw him grow to such an enormous size it aroused her more and as she walked into school she was daydreaming about being able to have sex with him again. Maybe his parents would leave town again...

Lucy and Matt wouldn’t see each other until the afternoon. Going to a giant high school is like that. Despite being in the same class their lockers were nearly across the building and they had only shared a handful of classes. This year they had an English class right after her lunch period and that was it.

Lucy had planned to keep everything a secret for a while. She didn’t need to tell her friends about her weekend, necessarily. They knew she was there and she had ignored the group chat the entire time so, obviously, they were going to be on her ass for details. Lucy had barely sat down when the interrogation started.

“You can’t ignore us forever!” Melanie demanded.

Lucy and these four girls has been friends all through high school. Since last year they had the same lunch period, too. It was the perfect time for a gossip ambush.

Melanie was next to Lucy. She was a foreign exchange student from Korea at first and chose “Melanie” as her “American name” but then her family actually moved to town and she just kept it since that’s how everyone referred to her. Across from them were Jessica, Mackenzie, and Anna. All three crowded forward, food almost forgotten.

“Ignore you, since when?” Lucy said, playing dumb.

“No, no, no. You don’t get to ignore us all weekend! I think we sent you, like, thirty messages,” Anna said.

“It was 46,” Jessica corrected.

“Whatever, 46, then. You gotta tell us about it!” Anna continued.

Lucy took a deep breath, fully prepared to straight-up lie.

“We had sex!” She blurted.

The other four girls laughed in the usual adolescent way: they screamed. Lucy cowered beneath the shrill excitement from her friends. One by one they had all had this conversation. Now the only virgin left in their group was Anna. After they were finished shouting and the other students around them turned back to their own conversations the rapid fire questions began.

Did you enjoy it?

Did you get off?

How big is he?

How many times? Just once? Which position?

Did you swallow?

Lucy couldn’t even tell who was asking which question. She raised her hands to quiet them.

“So, we were making out on the couch Friday night...” she began quietly, leaning forward to try and have a little privacy.

Directly behind Lucy and a different table another student was listening very intently. Abigail Bowers hadn’t intended to eavesdrop but after she figured out it was Lucy speaking she had no choice. Abigail happened to share four classes with Matt throughout the day and she happened to find him very attractive. In fact, over the summer they almost went on a date. It never materialized and Abigail suspected that was because Lucy had gotten to him first especially since they officially started going out right when school started. Abigail had to resist the urge to turn in order to hear better but she did lean back just a little.

“So, like, I was just going to give him a handie, right?” Lucy was saying, oblivious to Abigail’s prying wars.

“Too much for you, huh? Looked so good you had to get it inside?” Mackenzie teased.

“No, uh, okay...” Lucy stammered.

This would be the natural time to reveal the strange circumstances surrounding Matt’s unbelievably large dick. But Lucy knew nobody would take her seriously. She definitely couldn’t estimate the actual size because every time she replayed the memory it seemed larger than before. After a pause she decided on mostly telling the truth.

“Not exactly, he’s... he’s really big.”

The other girls exchanged glances and then a storm of giggles took over.

“No, Matt? Your Matt?” Melanie said.

“I don’t believe you!” Anna exclaimed, “I saw his bulge at that party a couple weeks ago when I caught you guys making out and it looked ordinary.”

“Yeah, I was there for that,” Jessica said.

“Guys, I’m serious, it was huge,” Lucy defended herself.

“Show us,” Mackenzie said, “like this big?” She held her hands about six inches apart.

“No, like...” Lucy pulled Mackenzie’s hands apart until there was closer to ten inches between them. It was a lie but not so outrageous that it wasn’t within the realm of possibility.

The girls squealed in response, half with mirth and half with disbelief. Abigail smiled to herself and bit her lip without meaning to. With all the access to Matt that she had it couldn’t be too difficult to slip between him and his girlfriend.

—

“... and then we took a shower and... yeah, I think that’s it,” Lucy finished.

“Wait, how many times did you get off?” Mackenzie asked.

“Kenzie, did you even listen?” Jessica remarked, “The real question is what she though about all his cum!”

Anna winced and shook her head, “I can’t imagine she liked it!”

Lucy had lost control of the moment and couldn’t keep up with the barrage of questions. Jessica once again declared semen to be disgusting and Lucy almost spoke up to disagree. It was definitely weird but she wouldn’t go so far as disgusting. She was cut off by Melanie trying to use their lunches to compare the respective sizes of all their partners. When it was decided Matt was definitely the biggest Abigail grinned again, unseen from her nearby perch.

—

Matt’s Monday was going pretty well. He was still on a little bit of a high after having sex for the first time, though he hadn’t had a release since Friday night and it was starting to effect his attitude. He had planned on helping himself last night but he fell asleep watching the football game in his room and was still almost late for school. He was already planning his evening around being able to masturbate as soon as he could once he got home. He tapped his pen on his notebook aimlessly, more focused on the mental replay of his weekend with Lucy than his class. He would get to see her in a few minutes, thankfully. They had traded some messages throughout the day and he knew she was at lunch spilling the beans about all that went down at his house.

That made him smile. He wondered what exactly she would tell them. Surely, she wouldn’t tell the exact truth. Matt knew her friends would never, ever believe such a thing. He still wasn’t sure he believed it. Maybe she just tastefully edited the truth. Part of him hoped she would still mention the size he was apparently capable of. Lucy had attractive friends and even if he didn’t plan on cheating with any of them it was hot to think they would want him.

His dick twitched and Matt shifted uncomfortably in his chair. This had been happening all day. Every time he started daydreaming about sex a little too much it would nearly jump out of his pants. It was getting more aggressive throughout the day. It was starting to worry him but he pushed it from his mind, refocusing on the whiteboard filled with notes and diagrams as best he could.

Matt’s mind was drifting back to Lucy’s naked body in his arms when the ball rang. He hopped from his desk and fought through the crowd to his locker. On the way he was stopped by a hand from the sea of students.

“Matthew!” He heard a familiar voice calling.

“Oh, hey Abby,” he said.

She frowned. “I know you meant Abigail.”

Matt rolled his eyes, “Right, sorry, whatever. What’s up?”

The teens dodged to the wall to escape the tides of students changing rooms. Matt and Abigail could safely be described as friends. For one reason or another they’d had a similar course load during high school but rarely had they spent time together outside of school. Matt had off-and-on crushes on Abigail and Lucy. In fact, Matt had specifically chosen to cancel a date with Abigail in favor of Lucy. The two girls were very similar: pretty, brunette, short. They had similar bust sizes and, as far as Matt could tell, had about the same ass. Physically the biggest difference was that Abigail had bangs. When it came time to make a choose Matt just thought he had better chemistry with Lucy and thought she might even be a smidge smarter than Abigail.

Abigail knew none of this, only that she wanted the date she felt Lucy had stolen from her.

“Are you free at all this week? I need a study buddy for that history project,” Abigail asked innocently.

“Uh, yeah, I need to check with Lucy and see when we’re hanging out.”

Abigail wasn’t about drama or theater, but she could act. She blinked sweetly when Matt mentioned his girlfriend.

“Oh, of course, I just wanted to get on your schedule!” Abigail said, putting her hand on Matt’s arm for a second, “You were just such a big help when we had to do that comparison thing and I figured you could help the best.”

She made her move, looking right into his eyes.

“I think you’re really great, so...”

“Uh, yeah, that sounds good,” Matt said. He felt her vibe, head cocked to one side.

“Sweet! I’ll DM you!” Abigail said happily, dashing back into the hallway without another word.

—

“Hey, you,” Lucy whispered when Matt sat down a half second late to class.

“Hey, sorry, Abby stopped me,” he said as he slipped into his seat.

“Abby... Jensen or Abigail?”

“Why is everyone like this? Abigail.”

The teacher took control of the room and the teens turned their heads forward. Lucy, naturally, wasn’t done with this conversation. She grabbed her phone.

“What did she need?”

“Help with history class. Wanted to see when I’m free and I said I’d ask you.”

“Okay. I have a family thing tonight so do tonight so I can have you the rest of the week!”

Matt put his phone away and smiled at Lucy, flashing her a thumbs up. She shook her head in response as if to tell him that he was a dork.

—

Matt gave Lucy as long of a kiss as he was able once class was over. He had a class with Abigail so he expected to check on their study session after school, but, unfortunately, life had other plans.

A kid walking in front of him had their stack of books and papers knocked from their hands by a bully wannabe. Matt, lost in his thoughts, didn’t notice until he stepped on the pile of fallen supplies, and by then it was too late. His foot surged forward, gliding on a piece of paper, while the rest of him tried to stop. His leg flew into the air and he upended, falling unceremoniously onto his back. His head hit the floor with an ugly ‘thunk’ that made everyone around the Incident freeze.

The loud “ooooh!” of a crowd of teens who saw someone injure themselves brought a rush of teachers. Matt sat groggily, holding the back of his head. Hands appeared on his shoulders as several teachers helped him to his feet.

“Ow...” he muttered, hand behind his head.

“You have to see the nurse, Matthew,” he heard Mr. Alberts say.

Matt tried to protest but Ms Sanchez cut him off. “It’s liability, Matt, come on, to the nurse.”

It wasn’t just the concept of seeing the nurse that was unappealing. The school nurse was Mrs. Jamison, an aging woman who had to be at least 100 that had retired from the local hospital twice but just couldn’t sit at home. Now she worked at the school and, quite honestly, she was frequently unpleasant. Matt couldn’t blame her, working in a hospital with real emergencies was probably more exciting than dealing with hormonal teens who often just want to cut class. He shuffled off to see her, but damn did his heat hurt.

—

“Hey, Mrs. Jamison,” Matt called out when he got to the nurse’s office. He didn’t bother to look up because he was still holding the back of his head.

“She isn’t here today,” a sweet voice answered him.

Matt looked up and was surprised at what he saw. A much younger blonde woman was sitting at the desk wearing dark blue scrubs. She was quite pretty and even from across the room Matt could see she had some serious breasts. She stood to come help and he was surprised that she was more thick than she appeared. Her scrubs strained to hold in her chest. Her waist was a little more slim than her bust and waist.

“I’m Emily, what’s going on with you?”

Matt was a little dumbfounded and unprepared to talk to her.

“You hit your head?”

He nodded and found his voice. “Yeah, fell in the hallway.”

“I’ll get a quick look and then I’ll get you a pass. Sound good?”

She motioned him to one of the little beds and he took a seat on the side. Matt always hated that the beds were so high to make this feet dangle in the air. It made him feel like a child.

Emily stood next to Matt and checked his head for a minute, humming to herself. He took deep breaths and her perfume seemed to dance into his nose. He couldn’t place the smell exactly but it was like being in a cottage in spring in the middle of a field of wildflowers. Her hands felt surprisingly nice pushing and pulling his hair apart to see his wound. Matt found the entire affair oddly sensual despite the innocence of the act. It didn’t help that he from his vantage point above her he had an incredible view of her cleavage. From the front it appeared completely professional but keeping them covered was a pretty monumental task for a scrub top. He found himself thinking about pushing up between those massive—

“You’re going to have a nasty knot back there, I think,” she said, bringing Matt back to the present.

“Cool, at least I’ll live,” he joked.

Emily chuckled and took her gloves off.

“All right, I’ll get your pass and you can get out of here. You want some ibuprofen?”

“Please.”

She unlocked a drawer and rummaged through some pill bottles.

“Where’s Mrs. Jamison?” Matt asked on a whim.

Emily found the bottle and tapped out two capsules, “Not sure, they just called me in for today and maybe tomorrow.” She filled a cup with water and handed it all to Matt.

He swallowed the pills.

“Oh, cool,” he said as Emily walked back to the desk.

“Yup,” she said idly, “so let’s get that pass...”

Matt hopped off the bed in the awkward silence. He wanted to keep talking to the nurse but what was he supposed to talk about?

“If you don’t work tomorrow what would you be doing?” He asked, trying extra hard to sound casual.

Emily looked up from scribbling out his pass. “The same thing I’d do if I had to work here tomorrow.”

He raised his eyes, “Which is?”

She furrowed her brow, considering her response carefully.

“Walk the boardwalk, obviously. There’s a food truck event on Monday nights.”

“Oh, cool,” Matt said as she handed him the piece of paper.

“Hope you feel better!” Emily called cheerily as Matt walked out and headed back to class.

—

For the third class today Matt was not thinking about school. With Lucy busy he found himself considering his activity options for the night. His initial plan to just go home, relax, and jack off was still appealing, but he could always do that anyway. He also needed to work on homework with Abigail, although she was giving him a really weird vibe earlier when she asked. And now there was another curveball after he met the fill-in nurse. Matt wasn’t necessarily planning on cheating with her or anything, not like he’d even have a chance, but it would be nice to go out and look at her.

Matt chided himself for being so creepy. But, still, she looked really hot in scrubs that didn’t fit her form very well and he imagined her social clothes would be much different. Of course, Abigail had asked for his help so he should get that over with. It seemed really silly to go downtown and walk the boardwalk in hopes of maybe seeing Emily. Although, stranger things had definitely happened.

He went back and forth for most of the class. But, just before the bell rang, he made his decision...