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The rush was intense; Nathaniel was really late. He wasn’t the type to do things like this. He’d been carrying a bit of tension in his shoulders for the past few weeks. Of course, he truly enjoyed spending time with his girlfriend, but he never imagined it would start taking up more time than he actually had.
They just wanted to be together, which was normal when you're dating in high school, right? But they’d never really talked about it. About boundaries, and everything else. When you're in love, those things don’t seem to matter. It sounds romantic, of course; love is beautiful... but then, you know things need to be different in some way. Nathaniel knew this, but the problem was that what had just happened in the library had thrown him off a bit too much. His hands were still sweaty, and so was his neck.
~ Thirty minutes ago, in the library. ~
“You’re here!” She said, popping her head between the gap of a bookshelf on the other side of the corridor. “I urgently need to grab an Encyclopedia of History, Volume 3, but I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Oh, the school stopped distributing that volume. And besides, we’re not even studying that anymore. What are you really after?” Nathaniel tilted his head toward her. They were on opposite sides of the corridor, separated by the bookshelf. He had a mischievous smile. He loved looking at his girlfriend’s lips when she leaned on something. It was cute.
“The previous school was behind on some subjects, and I’d like to catch up on what I missed before the college entrance exams come up,” she said, walking toward his side of the aisle.
“I could help you with that anytime.”
“Hm, I thought you were busy, Mr. ‘I-Need-to-Organize-Student-Council-Paperwork’,” she teased, poking his chest gently with her index finger.
Her scent was a little disorienting. It was just youthful hormones.
“You know, for you, I could make a lot of exceptions,” he smiled, placing the book in his hands onto the empty shelf.
“That sounds like a tempting offer,” she smiled back, standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.
Why did she have to do this? He wanted to focus on studying, he swore he was trying, but her scent, her lips, made him completely distracted by everything else.
He put his hand on her waist and then they both shared what could be the deepest and wettest kiss they had ever had since everything started between them. Nathaniel pulled away a little to breathe, she had a breath he didn't think he would have for that. His lips turned red after a while; she sucked on his tongue as if she was really hungry. He opened his mouth and stood there with his hard tongue hanging out while she did that. God! What was this? Where did she learn that?
She held her body against his and jumped back slightly. She looked down.
“Oops!” She whispered. Nathaniel’s pants were bulky enough to have poked her belly.
He felt embarrassed. His cheeks were on fire, he was so pale that the change in his color was clear. Nathaniel took the book from the shelf and put it in front of his penis, trying to get away from the situation.
“I’m sorry I..”
“It’s okay, Nath…” she looked into his eyes, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sorry I did that.”
“You didn’t do anything!”
She swallowed hard, looked at the door behind her, grabbed his arm and quickly dragged him to a corner of the room, out of sight of anyone. It was risky! Too risky.
She sat him down on the study table that was there.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Nathaniel asked, confused, though he didn’t resist and let her guide him.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said, a little more serious. There was a genuine trace of emotion in her eyes. But maybe she wanted to come across as determined in that moment. Nathaniel knew her well enough to understand that she was a bit too shy for her own good. Her hands shook a little as she leaned over him and reached out to unzip his zipper.
“W-we can’t do this here!” Nathaniel tried to convince himself—and her—of that, but, you know, his heart was beating fast, and his excitement only grew as he felt her intoxicating scent drifting toward him.
She stopped her hand on his penis covered by his blue boxer briefs. Her hands there… holy shit… didn't help the blond's apparently mature and responsible conscience at all.
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” she glanced slightly at the door, convincing herself no one would come in. “But you know… you want this. I know you do.”
She kissed him. She felt so powerful… though, truth be told, her heart was racing now, and she just wanted to run off and hide somewhere.
The belt buckle was undone and the pants came off his hips a little and then the underwear. She trembled a little more, feeling embarrassed. For a second, she suddenly regretted the choices she had made so carelessly. Why did she always make such impulsive decisions? She wasn’t a child anymore. The problem was that she had fantasized too much about this (and about something else involving her, of course), and she knew there would probably be plenty of better opportunities than this one. But well… you know? The pheromones.
Nathanael had the right pheromones.
It wasn’t like the smell of freshly baked chocolate cake, nor like the scent of a house right after being cleaned… It was a different kind. But it was good. And it triggered something in her—a complicated, thrilling kind of sensor.
And as for him, given the circumstances, well… he didn’t escape it either.
She swallowed hard, staring at Nathaniel's nice seventeen centimeter. It was pink, a little too much at the head, the flesh was soft, visually smooth, precum was leaking from his entrance. She had never seen it up close. And the first time it was her boyfriend's (it made her head almost lose oxygen for a second). The smell was... It smelled like Nathaniel. That sweet, strong smell. She touched him and he arched back. With her hand closed around the shaft of his cock, she stroked it with her thumb.
Nathaniel let out a sigh that was a very loud moan. He covered his mouth. He didn't want to moan like a "girl," he thought; he didn't want to be heard; he didn't want to show that he was desperate for it.
Nathaniel was far from innocent. He had started masturbating when he realized he was falling for the new girl. On nights when he wasn’t really exhausted, he would lock the bedroom doors and think about her naked, fondling her nipples, and then masturbate for minutes before falling asleep. And now, it was real, she was in front of him, touching him. It was too much for him.
She sighed an “okay” and began to slide her hand up and down steadily. Nathaniel took a deep breath trying not to curse inelegant words. He supported his arm to look at how her eyes were so fascinated with him. It drove him crazy.
“I’m sorry if I do something wrong.” She told him.
“No, it’s okay.” His words came out broken and hoarse. There was no way she could make a mistake there.
The girl's sex under the dress was burning a little, like light shocks. She wanted to touch herself, but ironically she felt embarrassed, so she moved a little further away from her boyfriend's pelvis so she could kneel down to press her thighs together and escape in that same impulse. She opened and pressed the dress flap at the crotch and this made her triceps press against her breasts. A vision of heaven for Nathaniel.
And finally, she gathered enough courage to place her lips on Nathaniel's swollen glans.
"Fuck," he muttered. She looked up at him, it wasn't like him to swear, she liked it a little, even if she didn't want him to do it again in any other situation.
Nathaniel quickly threw his head back, he watched his girl go up and down. She wanted to bite his neck, but she only had one mouth. She opened it a little wider and took half of his cock (than she could, if she could she would go much deeper, but she knew her physical limits and wouldn't force herself, nor did Nathaniel want her to force herself), which was more than enough. He looked back at her after rolling his eyes so deeply that they turned white. Nathaniel raised his hand to hold her head, to stroke her hair, to help her with this, but he hesitated. He didn't want to seem like a pervert (oh, man, you know what's going on here, right?). When she realized it, she smiled at him with his cock between her lips and quickly closed her eyes as if confirming it.
And the boy did so. He put her hair between his fingers and stroked it firmly. She moved back and forth, up and down, her tongue caressing everything she could inside her mouth. She was careful not to use her teeth, as she could hurt her head. She had never done this before, she didn't know the limits of a mouth. Nathaniel removed some hair from the front of his girlfriend's face to have a better and complete view of the girl sucking her dick with such desire.
The girl couldn't resist, she put her hand under her panties and gently caressed her clitoris.
She wasn't innocent either. It was the same thing, as if they were both masturbating at home before going to sleep thinking about each other; she touched herself at night or in the afternoon and even in the morning.
She sucked harder as she pulled her boyfriend's member out of her mouth, there was saliva connecting her lips and the tip of his dick.
She swallowed a little and took a deep breath to catch her breath. "Sorry, I need to breathe a little," she smiled disconcertedly. He laughed, caressing her cheek before she resumed the activity. Her hand held the beginning of his penis with her thumb very close to his testicles over his blond pubic hair, and just like that, as if she had gained experience in a few minutes, she began to suck Nathaniel's penis perfectly. Her hair fell, Nathaniel took it off and threw it to the side because he didn't want to miss a single second of that scene.
He bit his lips and shuddered when he heard his girlfriend's throat choke a little. He was afraid that she would hurt herself or feel uncomfortable, but damn, it was wonderful, exciting. Looking at her breasts, which even covered by her clothes, swayed with her movements, increased the excitement he felt even more.
The girl used her larger fingers to touch herself, she was so sensitive that any touch would drive her crazy. Pre-cum dripped down her thigh. They were both young, they had never done this with anyone, so they were very 'excited' and it wouldn't take long (especially for Nathaniel) to get there. They didn't say anything, they didn't say any perverted words, they didn't swear love, they weren't ready for this, but the way they looked at each other was as if they were exchanging every possible dialogue.
Nathaniel opened his mouth a little and leaned forward, signaling that he was about to cum. She, realizing this, accelerated her own masturbation. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris fiercely so that she could reach Nathaniel's. She had never thought of putting anything inside her, this was enough.
He held her head with both hands, to try to distance her so that he wouldn't have to pour himself inside her mouth. He knew it couldn't be pleasant. But she made up her mind and forced herself to stay.
He groaned her name. The veins in his neck nearly popped out as he poured every drop into her. She went limp, both of them shuddering. Their hearts pounded. She poured Nathaniel's liquid into her mouth, tried to swallow, but was afraid something disgusting would happen.
The boy's thinking was quick, he took off his coat and placed it near her mouth. She spat.
"Sorry, I thought I could swallow it, but..." She took a deep breath, as if she had just been rescued from drowning.
"I tried to stop you, but you're stubborn," he said, though he let out a chuckle as he tried to balance the viscous liquid on the fabric.
She laughed—it wasn't a serious enough situation to hold it in. Though, she did cough a little.
"I am entering the sacred lair," Alexy's voice echoed through the door.
Slightly, with wide eyes, both of them got ready. Nathaniel barely zipped up his pants, but he managed to adjust himself enough so no one would suspect anything.
Alexy appeared delicately, resting his elbow on the shelf and striking a pose with an extremely frightening smile.
"Once again: I've caught you," he exclaimed.
"I-I... W-we..." She tried to explain.
"Since the last time, that's why I always announce my entrance," he walked toward them. "Don't thank me."
"Hey, guys!" Iris appeared, holding a small stack of books. "Thank God I found you, Nathaniel! They're looking for you at the student council."
A small, uncomfortable silence followed. Iris seemed a bit lost.
"I had forgotten," Nathaniel quickly put on his jacket.
He then stopped, distressed, remembering that that garment contained his sperm spat out by his girlfriend. She looked at him, holding back a smile. It was too late now! He zipped up the tiredness and pressed his lips together (his luck was that the contents were on the inside; he just had to keep it with him all day, and everything would go fine).
"You've been forgetting quite a lot," Iris said, a bit concerned, handing him a notebook. "Here, I'll go with you."
"Thanks, Iris," he smiled, then turned back to the other two as a gesture of farewell. Slightly, he winked at his girl. Alexy, noticing, smiled cynically.
The blonde and the redhead disappeared from sight.
Alexy turned his feet to face his friend.
"You guys should stop hooking up everywhere," he commented. "If the teachers see, you two are screwed."
"We weren't 'hooking up,'" she wiped her mouth. She hadn’t even noticed; her mouth was just very sticky.
"Your mouth is red, your hair is messy..." he pointed out.
She stopped and thought for a moment. It was easier to just agree they were kissing. Thank God he thought that was all.
~ Current moment ~
Nathaniel's hands still had a few strands of her hair, even though he hadn’t hurt her; they had just come out of her hair. He smiled softly as he walked, tripping over Castiel, who cursed at him. However, Nathaniel barely reacted, just smiling like an idiot while apologizing to his "friend." Castiel raised an eyebrow, watching the fool enter the student council room with a damp stain on the back of his jacket.