After the exam

My first work. Don't judge too harshly. Enjoy the read, and hopefully, get excited.

Frankly, I was very afraid of the upcoming history exam. I'm that student that no one ever notices. I hide behind the last desks, lay my head on my arms, having first pulled my hood over my head, and surrender to sleep. Don't think I'm lazy. I just ended up in the wrong place, and I was planning to transfer out soon.

to a friend to make it a little easier. Meanwhile, resigned to the heat and heavy air, I leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling, dreaming of only one thing—to get home and do something truly useful. Like playing the guitar.

The girls were a feast for the eyes: short sundresses, see-through fabric, shorts exposing slender (or not so slender) legs. A sight to behold.

And only one of them wouldn't leave me alone—my classmate Alyona. A perpetual loner, she always carried some notebook in her hands, sat far away during breaks, and wrote something. No one really talked to her, even though she was quite pretty. The girl was dressed modestly but provocatively today: a short pale pink skirt and a white t-shirt. It was summer, after all, they didn't scold us for our attire.

"Why are you staring at me?" she unexpectedly spoke up. Indeed, I had been staring.

"There'd have to be something to stare at," I snorted matter-of-factly. "Better study."

"Don't tell me what to do," my classmate looked at me angrily. I wanted to grab her by the hair, put her on her knees, and roughly force that thin little mouth onto my thick cock so she wouldn't dare answer me with such aggression again.

"You frigid idiot," I said, as if spitting out the words. In response, I only got a disapproving nod. It seemed my words had hurt Alyona. She visibly became sad, her eyes filled with a sadness I didn't understand.

Alyona was squatting near me, her eyes darting over the lines of the history textbook. She was frantically trying to memorize something, but didn't have time: they started letting us into the exam room. I deliberately waited until everyone had gone in, so it turned out we were the last to enter the room.

The teacher was a good-natured man. Seating us as a pair in the last row, he pretended not to notice the students cheating. He sat down at his desk and stared intently at his smartphone, poking at it with his mouth half-open, as if seeing something inexplicable there.

With such lax rules, I finished fairly quickly and put my work on the edge of the desk, not planning to be the first to leave the room. I stole a glance at Alyona and was struck by her beautiful body. Drops of sweat were slowly trickling down her slender, velvety neck, and I took the opportunity to touch the girl.

With the pad of my finger, I gently touched her skin, collecting the sweat droplets. They froze on my fingers and now trickled down them. To my surprise, Alyona didn't protest and pretended not to notice my touch. However, her back straightened, her body tensed. Her small, neat breasts seemed a size larger than when the girl was sitting slightly hunched over her paper. Understanding that she wanted more but just wasn't saying it, I began tracing patterns on her neck with my fingers, touching as carefully as I could. I imagined she was a doll, a precious doll from which you had to blow off the dust. Watching the always indifferent and icy princess Alyona squeeze the exam paper with sweaty palms, aroused by my actions, was the greatest pleasure.

I stood up abruptly, took my work, winked at the girl, and left the room. I didn't have to wait long for her. Alyona floated out of the room into the empty corridor. I stood in a casual pose, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking her over appraisingly.

"Why are you staring?" she snapped.

"As if you don't like it," I spread into a mocking grin.

She was embarrassed but answered, lying:

"No."

I rolled my eyes and moved towards her, without warning pressed her against the wall, twisting her arms behind her back. The girl was two heads shorter than me, and, of course, she couldn't resist my strength even if she wanted to.

I knew she didn't want to break free.

"I hate it when they play hard to get," I kissed her lips sweetly. "Let's go to the classroom under renovation. There's never anyone there."

"Why?" asked Alyona, playing the fool.

Looking around, I made sure we were alone in the corridor. erotic stories Pulling the sleeve of her t-shirt down from her shoulder, I lowered my lips to her skin covered with treacherous goosebumps and left a gentle, caring kiss on it, then bit and licked the reddened spot. I did the same, moving smoothly up to her neck. My classmate threw her head back, lightly bumping it against the wall, went limp in my hands and under my caresses. I pressed my nose against hers and, looking into her eyes, asked in a serious tone:

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"I want to," she whispered. "I want to."

"Repeat the whole phrase," I ordered.

"I want you to fuck me."

No longer standing on ceremony, I took my classmate by the hand and led her upstairs, up the stairs, to the coveted classroom. It was abandoned, you could say. Renovations had been going on there for over a year, no one went into the half-destroyed room, so as not to end up under piles of fallen ceiling (who knows what could happen?). However, there were wide desks left there, which suited me very well.

Reaching the room, I pushed the door, which swung open with a creak. The girl shifted from foot to foot and hesitated to enter, so I, rather sharply, roughly, and probably without sparing her, made a firm grip on Alyona's thin wrist and dragged her into the room. The door slammed shut behind us with a bang.

I didn't allow her to speak.

Pressing Alyona against the wall, I continued repeating my corridor actions. Today I wanted tenderness and warmth; on other days I don't engage in this kind of sexual pleasure—I like to grab girls by the hair, choke them, spank their soft buttocks, thighs, and stomach. But not today.

Alyona trusted me and calmed down. Her breathing was ragged, but no longer from anxiety, but from growing arousal. The girl's legs were bending at the knees, and this sight made a smile stretch across my lips.

I curled my tongue into a tube and ventured a little into her ear, with massaging movements began to caress that spot, biting her earlobe. A question escaped my lips:

"Have you tried anal sex?"

"No..."

And then I wanted to take her from behind. But not at this moment. I'll definitely do that a little later.

I froze, my gaze fixed on my classmate's eyes. Excitement was visible in them. Alyona was definitely anticipating something new, unusual, and even otherworldly. My question about anal sex didn't faze her, meaning she had nothing against it.

"Time to undress, sweetie."

The girl obediently raised her arms, and I pulled her t-shirt off. Although Alyona was a thin girl at first glance, had small breasts with beautiful, like ripe cherries, erect nipples, her tummy wasn't perfectly flat and was a bit bloated, protruding from under her panties. This in no way embarrassed me. It was pleasant to lower my palm onto her waist, the slightly protruding tummy, and stroke the goosebumps that had formed from arousal.

My hand slipped under her skirt. The panties felt ordinary. And when I pulled the skirt off the girl, that's how it turned out. However, the modest white panties with some cartoon characters on them seriously ignited my imagination. I covered the fabric of her underwear with my palm and felt how hot it was there. Imagine you went out into the scorching heat in the sun

without a hat and stood there endlessly long. It seemed even hotter between her legs.

I was covered in sweat myself, couldn't hold back any longer.

I picked Alyona up in my arms, and the way she tightly wrapped her arms around my neck, holding onto it like a little girl, made me smile. I laid her on the desk, having first spread my shirt there (at least protect my classmate a little from the dust around), spread the girl's legs, and I myself crouched down. Pressed my nose to her wonderful crotch. It smelled of lubrication. A pleasant aroma that I adore in girls. Wet. The fabric was all wet. I kiss her pussy through her panties. Alyona massages her nipples through her bra. I ask my classmate to take off her bra, and she obediently pulls it off with one hand movement, tossing it aside somewhere.

Well, well, from a modest girl to a lustful slave?

"Do you want me to eat you out?" kissing the pubic mound covered with light, fine hair, I whisper, looking challengingly into Alyona's eyes.

"I want to..."

"Repeat!"

"I want you to eat me out."

She doesn't blush anymore, she really wants it.

The girl lifts her ass, helping me pull off the extra fabric, and I greedily fall to her crotch. It's so wet there that the lubrication was running down her thighs, seemed to stain my shirt under Alyona's body and even got onto the surface of the desk. I happily opened her labia with my fingers, lips, careful touches, began kissing there. I actively "beat" the swollen clitoral bud with my tongue, moving it up and down, left and right. Alyona writhed on the table like a snake hidden in a sack and didn't know where to put herself. I increased the pace and felt I couldn't hold on any longer. It felt like my cock would tear my pants into tiny pieces right now.

As if hearing my thoughts, Alyona thrashed in unnatural convulsions and moaned out loud. Her voice was hoarse from arousal, like mine, but so pleasant and caressing to the ear that I couldn't resist and took my cock out of my pants, starting to jerk it off. There was more lubrication, I tried to lick every drop flowing out of her wet pussy.

I let Alyona catch her breath, then stood up and said:

"I want it too."

"Repeat," the girl said playfully, sitting up on the table. Her face seemed refreshed, a smile didn't leave her face. I had never seen her like this. I felt unexpectedly pleased.

"I want you to suck me off."

I didn't have to wait long. Alyona got down on her knees, and I already didn't care if she got dirty. First, the girl studied my cock, holding it in her palms, then, as if touching gold, touched the head with her tongue, teased it back and forth, and took it into her mouth. It was a bit hard for her, but from arousal, I turned off all emotions in myself capable of compassion. Wrapping her snow-white curls around my fist, I began helping my classmate take the cock as deep as possible into her mouth. Apparently, this was her first experience of deep throat, because Alyona sometimes bit me with her little teeth. But I forgave her, paying attention to her submissive and devoted puppy-dog look when I cupped her pale face, illuminated by sun rays, in my palms and literally impaled her mouth on my cock.

Realizing I wanted more, I nodded my head, hinting that I was tired of oral caresses. The girl reluctantly released my cock from her mouth and got to her feet. I stepped away for a minute to my bag to get the lube. I carry it with me just in case. I also took out a condom.

Alyona, deciding that's how it should be, leaned on the table, getting on all fours. A lovely view of her firm but thin ass, her crotch, from which juices were impatiently flowing, opened up to me. Perhaps I'll visit there today, but first I wanted something else.

I touched the pink ring of her anus with my finger. The girl giggled quietly, saying it tickled. An amazing reaction. I massaged it, then squeezed out a huge amount of lube so that it mixed with the drops of her natural lubrication and ran down her thighs.

One finger went in very easily and quickly. Alyona arched from new magical sensations. The second finger pushed in with difficulty, but I started massaging the girl's clitoris with my hand, and she was stroking her breasts, so she managed to relax. With two fingers, I fucked her in the ass, with my hand I jerked her clit. Alyona screamed, bit her palm to calm down. But I knew I was too good.

Who would have thought that our modest Alyona loves to get her ass impaled on fingers.

The time had come. I pulled a condom over my cock, swollen to indecent sizes. The girl arched even more, giving her worked-out hole to me to ravage. I entered her and froze, not moving. I'm not a monster, she needs to get used to the new sensations.

"Does it hurt?" I inquired.

"No, but it's unusual," she replied.

After "no," I didn't hear anything. I started moving inside her. The cock was being squeezed from all sides. I could no longer hear my own moans or Alyona's moans. We merged into one, experiencing the same emotions. I completely forgot how uninteresting this girl had been to me. Feeling her inside, I didn't want this moment to end.

But all good things come to an end sooner or later.

A couple of last sharp thrusts. Hot seed. Right. Inside.

I pulled out my cock and spread Alyona's buttocks to look at it. An unforgettable sight. The girl's crotch still flowing with natural lubrication, her opened anus, and the semen running down, getting on my classmate's labia and thighs. She, weakened, just fell onto the table while still standing on her feet. I lay down next to her so that our foreheads touched and our eyes could see each other.

"That's it," Alyona said, barely catching her breath. "You're free."

"Why would I be?" I grinned, pecking her on the lips. "I still have a café to go to."

"With whom?" she was surprised.

"With the girl I fucked in the ass," I stood up and, seeing that Alyona wasn't planning to get up, leaned down to her neck from behind and whispered in her ear: "I'll be waiting for you at Pushkino 75 at eight, don't be late."

I got dressed and left. Let her think about whether she wants me to fuck her for many, many more months.

Sometimes the most passionate and desired people are right next to us, but we simply don't notice them. I walked home with a smile on my face and my cock hard again, imagining what would happen if Alyona came to the café. Or rather, what would happen after the café, when I would walk her home...

However, that's a completely different story.