Schoolboy Bitch

You're in your godawful senior history class, thankfully the last one of your high school career. The only thing that makes it slightly tolerable is your boyfriend Jason sitting a few rows over, near the back of the room. Today you're watching some mind-numbing movie about the Civil War when a folded piece of paper skids across to your foot. You glance up and find Jason grinning at you. Unfolding the paper, you see written, "I'd hit that." You roll your eyes at him, but as you take a look at the TV, you do have to agree that they've actually managed to get a pretty hot guy as the soldier.

Laughing, he mouths to you, "Jealous?"

You shake your head with playful condescension. "Horny?" you whisper back.

The wicked smirk he gets at this question worries you a bit. He quickly glances around him to make sure no one's looking, and then turns his body toward you and spreads his legs, pulling the crotch of his jeans tight so you can clearly see the big bulge there. Watching you stare, he whispers, "I wanna fuck you. Now."

You feel a jolt run down your spine and straight to your cock. God, you want it--but you don't particularly want the suspension that it'll get you.