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I saw her in the hallway. I usually didn’t pay much attention to the girls at my school, seeing as my school mostly catered to students who where blond, blue eyed and always had wallet full of daddy’s money. Kaytt however, I did notice. She had hair the color of a dark red wine, her skin was a pale olive and her eyes, she had the eyes of a master seductress. I walked slowly carefully, ignoring the pace of the other students. Like two predators in the wild we stalked towards each other, measuring each other, looking for any vulnerability that we could exploit. Her steel toes went to just under her knee and her fishnets met the sexist little black kilt. As I looked father up her voluptuous frame I was greeted by her ‘vixen’ t-shirt and the ankh necklace she wore around her neck. Her eyes looked down my frame finally locking on my right hand.
I watched the words form on her black lips, “Those are some nice rings, I’m surprised the school lets you wear them.”
I grinned a little, as I brought my silver claw ring covered hand up to give her a better view, “The administration has decided to respect the dress code and allow jewelry to be worn on the hands. If they ban these they know they must ban all rings, including teacher’s wedding bands.”
She smiled, “Very smart. My name is Kaytt.”
“I’m Cor; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The sexual tension was thick enough to stand on as we eyed each other. It was then that the school bell chimed its song.
“It appears that the English bell tolls for me. Will I see you outside the front of the school after classes?”
“Ok, I’ll be there.”
With the final bell of the school day I made my way to the front of the school. Kaytt arrived a few minutes later. Although we made small talk both of us where only thinking about one thing, we where like animals drawn to each other to mate in the spring. As the students began to break up and go home I asked her which way she was headed. She pointed in the direction I was headed too so I offered to walk with her.
We walked side by side, talking about or lives, it was as if we wanted to know as much as we could about each other, so we could justify that we know each other well enough to do what we were about to do. When we got to her street I informed her that I had to keep going a little farther to get to home. She seemed to blush a little a talked softer as she said “You can come with me, if you want.”
There really wasn’t much thought required to convince me to join her. As we got to her door she invited me in and we walked up to her room. As I put my heavy book bag to the floor I tried to streach out my back a little. She smiled and said, “Heavy bag?”
I answered, “The life of a comp-sci major is one of lugging heavy books.” I giggled a little as I tried to straighten out my back.
She smiled a little. “I could give you a massage; I have the oils and everything.”
Being a member of the male of the species I usually have trouble picking up on hints but this one was quite clear, “Only if you want to.”
She asked me to lie on the bed and take off my shirt; I did as she asked while she put on some Bella Morte and closed the drapes and the door. She poured the oil into her hands and worked it into warmth. She them began to kneed the muscles of my back with her soft hands. My mind began to drift as her minstrations took effect, turning the knots in my back into relaxed content muscles. When I finally felt totally at ease she finished and put a towel on top of my back. She then lay down on the bed beside me.
“Is that better?”
“Much, thank you. Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Would you like it if I kissed you?”
She simply closed her eyes and murmured pleadingly “mmm-mhm”
We kissed with an intensity that I had never felt before. We both forced the kiss passionately into each other both probing and being probed at the same time. My hands moved along her body probing for her most sensitive spots and keeping careful track of them for return visits. I began to break the kiss, sucking gently on her bottom lip as I pulled away. I kissed her earlobe, sucking on the earings there just enough to get a small gasp then I returned to her lips. Not to be undone, she began to suck on my tounge forcefully, without realizing it she managed to suck hard enough to cause the under part of my tounge to separate and bleed. It was so painful, and yet there was something about tasting my blood and her salivia in my mouth that drove me into a frenzy of lust. I could tell the taste of my blood turned her on too as I broke our kiss, I moved my lips down to her neck and began to gently place little kisses, bites and teases along her neck. Through her moans of exstacy I could only make out “No marks…please”
Respecting her request I continued along her neck, while my hands slowly worked their way under her shirt to her bra strap. Before I tried to liberate her breasts I quickly looked up to her for permission, she nodded and moaned her agreement. I open the claps like a pro; I guess enthusiasm can make up for lack of practice. I lifted her shirt above her head, bra and all and threw it to the side. I went back up to kiss her and let my hands slowly work there way along the underside of her breasts. Her breathing became more intense and although I hadn’t gone below her waist she began to climax. I knew I had to push her over the edge so I began to move my lips down to her breasts, She came hard as a sucked on her nipples, I remember watching her nose do the cutest little crinkly thing as she came then after riding the sensation she gasped “No ones ever been able to do that to me…I came and you didn’t even…”
She dove at me with all the lust of an animal in heat. She kissed me with an intensity of a women possessed. I then decided to try my luck and as I caressed the back of her head I gently angiled it down toward my crotch, as though it never phased her she move her head down to my pants and undid the belt. I lifted my butt of the bed and she slid my pants and underware off with a single motion and took my shaft in her hand and slid my dick into her mouth, taking it deep into her mouth.
This was my first blowjob and I was in heaven, I had never felt anything quite like it. While this was going on I somehow removed her kilt and panties. I wanted to be with her. I wanted it so badly I could taste it. I lifted her head up from my member and kissed her gently on the lips. I moved her down onto the bed and lowered my head down to her pussy. I was new to this neither region but I tried my best, I listen for what seemed to make her happy and tried to work those areas as best I could. My efforts paid off quickly and she came again. I looked up at her to make sure everything was fine and she lifted my up to her face and simply said, “I need your cock so bad…”
With that I began to lie down on my back, she climbed onto my waist. She used her hand to guide me into her and both of us sighed as I glided into her. I took her hands in mine as she rocked back and forth on my cock. It was magical; it was as if my cock had found a home it never wanted to leave. Her warmth flowed through me. She was so soft and yet forceful; she hammered herself down on me. She climaxed for the fourth time of the encounter and I informed her I was close to coming. She got off my and finished me off in her mouth. I came hard; I had come before but never as hard as I did that day.
We lay down with each other arm in arm. It was then we heard the door bell. We both panicked, and started putting on clothes as quickly as possible. She threw my shirt at me saying, “Get your stuff on I’ll see who’s at the door.”
Fully dressed I went downstairs and was greeted by a this lanky guy in a Manson tee and smelled of cigarette smoke, and a tall red head in wearing some very butch clothing. The guy then said, “So is this another one you’ve been stepping out on me with?”
Kaytt looked awful embarrassed, “No no, he just came to borrow a book, Cor this is my steady boyfriend…and my steady girlfriend.”
I realized that I had gone straight from heaven to the lowest depths of hell. I had been played for a fool by her. I played her game thank her for the book and said, “I know you must have things to discuss so I’ll just be on my way. Good day.”
I was so pissed off on the way home, and I hated myself the whole way. The really sad, sad thing is…even when I see her all these years later I can still feel that spark, that feeling that we where meant to be together. All for the small price of my soul.