You’re going to spend as much time with Tracey as you can

Tracey is waiting by your locker when you get into the school building. She’s wearing a tight white tank top that shows off her curves and torn jeans that offer peeks of the smooth skin of her thighs. Her face lights up when she sees you. She rushes to you and wraps her arms around your neck.

You kiss her deeply and cup her ass cheeks with both hands.

“Morning, Babe. It’s so great to see you,” she says when you come up for air. You notice several of the students milling around you are looking in your direction.

“Good to see you, too,” you say, grinning. “It’s been almost fourteen hours.”

“I know it was just one night, but I missed you the whole time,” she said, pouting cutely. She leaned close and whispered in your ear. “I missed your cock sooo much. Can I see it again soon? Touch it? Have it in me?”

You clear your throat and turn toward your locker to conceal the bulge growing in your jeans. “I think my sister is going to be home this afternoon,” you tell her. “Is your house good for us to get together?”

“My mom should be working out of the house today,” she says, nodding. She lowers her voice again. “But, I was hoping we wouldn’t have to wait that long.” She gives you a foxy grin. “The girls’ room by the auditorium is usually empty around lunchtime.”

You smile at the idea. “If you’re sure no one else will be in there, we could cut lunch short and check that out.” The bell for first period rings. You give Tracey another long kiss and squeeze her ass. “I’ll see you at lunch,” you say as you head to your class. As you walk away from Tracey, you see the short black girl from yesterday, who you now know is Tracey’s ex, Leah, staring daggers at you. You slip into the classroom and don’t give her a chance to confront you again.

At lunchtime, you see Tracey waiting in line at the cafeteria. You slip your arms around her from behind. “Let’s just skip lunch today,” you whisper in her ear, then kiss the side of her neck.

You head down the hall toward the auditorium, then around the corner into the hallway that leads to the band room. No one is in that hallway. Tracey goes into the girls’ bathroom, then opens the door and waves you to follow.

Once you’re inside, Tracey grabs your hand and pulls you into the farthest stall. She rushes to unbuckle your belt and open your pants. She crouches down and presses her face into your crotch, nuzzling and rubbing up and down against your stiffening shaft through your boxer shorts.

As Tracey slides her fingers into the fly of your shorts to pull our your cock, you hear the bathroom door open. You hear Leah’s voice calling “Tracey? Are you in here? I need to talk to you.”

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