Dear, dear Horace

On the way to the ladies room I pass Horace. I’m not sure how much he noticed but I hang my bag on a hook and head to the nearest sink. I pull my tee off and toss it in an adjoining sink.

With the water full **** I bend down with my face in the sink and wash off the sticky goo that was gifted me by my science teacher. I rinse my mouth out half a dozen times to get rid of the other taste. Somewhere amidst all that I hear a soft metallic click but I am so focused on cleanup I don’t think anything of it.

I stand up straight and look in the mirror and then the source of that metallic click becomes apparent. Behind me is Horace! He followed me in and locked the bathroom door.

At first I panic but then I realize I could take my bra off and he would be so distracted I could shove him anywhere and get away. I look into his eyes, then feel something warm and hard pressing into the small of my back. How the hell did he have time to get into the ladies room, lock the door and partially undress?

I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter, but it might be fun to give him a present. After all I won’t be back in biology class for the rest of the year so he may suffer withdrawal symptoms. Or better yet, hopefully move on to some other girl to fantasize about.

I unclasp my bra and slip it off, tossing it over with my shirt in the other sink. I feel behind me for his hands and pull his arms around, resting his hands on my breasts. The vessels in his cock are throbbing against my back and I swear his pulse just doubled.

I loosen my belt and my jeans, tugging them down past my hips. I see him watch as I hook my thumbs in the band of my thong and tug it down as well. I reach behind me and feel for his cock. It is slick and wet. He must have a reserve tank of precum in there somewhere because he is ready to go.

I bend over and guide his cock down. The girth of his cock is enormous, I can’t see it but I can sense the gap between my fingers and thumb. I line the head up, pressing it against my pussy lips. Still holding it in place, I back partway onto his cock. I hear him moan and I look up at the mirror to see his face and the intense expression. A mixture of pleasure and fear. I can smell both on him and it is turning me on.

I look up at his reflection and say, “I think you know what to do. Just take it easy because I’ve never had anyone this big inside of me.”

He pushes in timidly at first. I feel my pussy lips stretching tight around him and moan as he pushes in farther. Then he slides out some, then back in, getting a little deeper.

This experience is maddening – he is so gentle and slow it is almost teasing my body. I’m waiting for him to start the jackhammer but it isn’t happening. I need him to drive it in deeper, but there isn’t time to teach him. I step forward and pull off of him. I tell him “Lay down on the floor.” He does, not sure where this is going. I kick off my sandals and pull my jeans and thong the rest of the way off. Then I get down on the floor and straddle him. I grab his cock again and guide it into me, then I slide all the way down. He moans. Pinned underneath me, with his cock at my mercy, he looks at me, speechless.

I begin to ride up and down with a gentle rocking motion, gradually building up some speed and intensity. Feeling him fill me inside, particularly when he is all the way in, is intense and only amplifies the fire I feel inside of me. I know this isn’t going to last long, but I’m going to enjoy it. He puts his hands on my breasts as I ride him.

The moment comes all too soon. The moment of clarity, then the throbbing between the walls of my pussy and labia, the breathless grunts as his seed floods my inside. He is done and I slide off of his cock. His seed, white and hot, begins to ooze out down my inner thighs. I return to my previously interrupted cleanup process.

I get dressed, minus the tee shirt, which I ball up and put in my bag. Fortunately I brought my hoodie in case it was cold and I pull that on. It will be a warm car ride home, but it sure as hell beats explaining to Eric and Lewis why my shirt smells like cum.

Horace has gotten off the floor by this time. I kiss him on the cheek and say “Thank you, and enjoy the rest of your day, Horace.”

I unlock the restroom door and leave Horace standing there, probably still in shock. I exit the school building and wait for my ride. Once they arrive, I share the good news with Eric and Lewis. I did so well on the test Perkins is letting me skip the rest of biology for the year.

They do not need to know the real reason. Nor does Eric know that his stick figure drawing was somewhat prophetic.