I open the shower curtain and head to the door. As I peek out to…
Mary sighed and looked up at the big wall clock in her classroom. She shifted slightly, and looked obviously uncomfortable. Mike, the boy across the aisle from her, looked up suddenly as she let out a little moan. He had had a crush on her for the longest time. He even (though he was embarrassed to admit it) masturbated to the very thought of her, and could feel his adolescent dick getting hard at the sight of her.
“Oh no,” he thought silently, trying to hide it with his book. But it was to late. Mary had seen it. Once again, she moaned softly, too soft for anyone but him to hear. Mike turned bright red, embarrassed beyond belief. “I hate being a teenager. Not even an teenager. I’m only 13. Gawd I hate my age.”
Across the row, Mary was thinking the exact same thing, but for a different reason. “Too bad we’re only 13,” she thought, “We’re not legal yet. But I want that penis so bad. It’s ready for me. Oooh god. I need to get out of this class!”
She gazed again at the clock. Only 5 minutes to go. She looked over at Mike. His member was still stiff as a rock, and she was still hot as hell. “Oh shoot, I need a good masturbating session,” she thought hotly, “It looks like he could, too.”
The last minutes of class continued uneventfully, except for the moanings of Mike and Mary. Soon the bell rang, much to the preteens relief. She scampered out the door, out of the sight of her crush, Mike, and into her secret supply closet. The thing had been abandoned for years, except for her, so she frequently went there to masturbate herself. She quickly sat down, took off her skirt and panties, and began to work furiously at her tiny, unpenetrated vagina.
Truth be told, she had never put a finger in herself to any satisfaction. It hurt too bad, so she only manipulated her clitoris. It had been like that ever since she discovered herself last year. Today, however, she was dying for dick. She was still too afraid. “Ah, well, maybe next time,” she thought to herself as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
Unbeknownst to anyone but her, she was fantasizing about Mike, her first love. He had made her so hot today with his unpredictable side effect of puberty: the unwanted erection. She secretly wished he was there with her, his hot penis shoved inside her almost-bare snatch.
Almost as though he could read her mind, Mike walked in the unlocked door. Apparently Mary wasn’t the only one who used this closet as a secret place of self-stimulation.
“Oh. My god,” stammered Mike, “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” “No, stay.” Said Mary, “come here. I was fantasizing about you. You might not know this, but I’ve loved you for almost a year now. So come over to me and fulfill my dream.”
“Huh?” he said confusedly. “You heard me.” He needed no more assurance. In less than a second, his pants were down, exposing his only half-grown penis. Mary, having nothing to compare it to, thought it was the most exhilarating thing she had ever seen. Her pussy was already dripping, he was already hard. What more could a non-experienced girl ask for?
In one smooth motion, Mary pulled the hot boy down on her, hungrily pushing him into her virgin hole. She screamed in pain, but it vanished quickly, melting into a pleasure she had never before felt. Mike seemed stupefied, and didn’t know what to do. He caught on quickly, though.
Soon, he was cumming, his inexperienced body not being able to prolong its pleasure. Mary didn’t care. She too had no experience with the filled feeling of a dick in her pussy, and she was soon cumming, as well.
It wasn’t enough for her. “Lick it, Mike! Lick my juicy slit!” she screamed. Mike was happy to oblige. He got down and licked it, ravenously sucking all the juices. “Higher, Mike, lick that pea-shaped thing. It’s my clit. It’s what makes me scream. Now lick it!” He did.
“Oooooooohhhh, ooh Mike that feels sooo goooooooood! Ohhhhh my goooooood, I’m cumming! That is the best feeling! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Ohhhhhhh myyyyyy GOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Mary looked down at Mike. She smiled. “I guess we’re an item. After all these years.” Out loud she said, “I love you, Mike. Thank you.”