Late One
By Systematic
Finding privacy in a high school isn’t easy. She had on a lacy black bra that suggested she had planned this seduction, and since it seemed to be going well, I supposed she’d done a good job. On Fridays, the only place to take a nap after lunch is the art supply room. Her breasts were large enough that it stayed there. They were pressed tightly together, and going fast, both focused on one thing. And if I wanted to go a long way, I’d just ditch school in the first place. The broom wasn’t there. I came awake when I heard people in the art room, but kept perfectly still. There were plenty of gaps. She noticed the bulge and pulled him close, rubbing her pelvis against him. This was an issue I needed to consider. Leaving the lights off, I closed the door behind me and locked it. He’d tried out for the football team, and made it, but never showed up to practice afterward. She took his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes, a strand of saliva hanging in the air between her lips and his.
