Wanting Winter(65)

“Good, well at least we have that cleared up.” I stand up and head to the door. “Oh and Mr. Baxter.” I stop and turn around, his eyes on me. “Don’t screw this up,” he says quickly as I walk out the door to the busy hallway.

Leaning against the wall, I take a deep breath. This cannot be happening to me. Why did I have to fuck Katie, or was it, Kathryn? Did it even start with a K? Anyway, why did I have to fuck that girl in homeroom before school started? I know why. It’s because I think with my dick. I can honestly say that I would probably do it all over again, even knowing the consequences.

A girl just has to say she is ready to blow me and I have her pinned against the wall, making sure she keeps her promise. I do love a good blowjob, but nothing ever compares to entering a tight, warm cunt. Even thinking about it now is making me want to grab the nearest hot girl and fuck her brains out.

I just need to be more careful where I’m fucking from now on.

I start walking to my next class when I feel someone clap my shoulder and I smile when I see my best friend Aaron.

“So, what did Mr. Prick have to say to you this time? Not to do it again and to be a very good boy?” He laughs.

“Aaron, he threatened to suspend me.” Aaron stops and looks at me.

“Please, tell me he didn’t. We play against Cornwall in a couple of weeks.”

“Do you think I don’t know that? We made a deal.” I continue walking with Aaron right beside me.

“What deal? It must be better than getting suspended. Especially this close to graduation.”

“That depends on what you think “better” is. I’ve been roped into helping with the talent show.” Aaron stops in the middle of the hall and starts to laugh.

“Oh, man, that is so funny. You’re going to be hanging out with the music nerds and people who think they have talent when they clearly don’t.” He holds onto his stomach as he continues to laugh.

“Laugh as much as you like. You and the rest of the guys are helping me.” He stops laughing and runs up to me as I turn a corner and a few girls that walk by give me seductive smiles and small waves. I give them a wink, making them giggle.

“How the fuck are we involved in this?”

“Atkins said that you all need to help and, if you don’t, I’m suspended for three weeks.”

“That mother-fucker!” he shouts, causing people to look our way. “So, I have to study, train, and also help out with the nerdfest?”

“You got it.”

“You are so lucky that we need you on the team or I would let you get kicked out of school. Can’t believe we are being punished because you fucked some chick. In the school. Again,” he whines.

“Thanks, man, glad to know you have my back,” I say sarcastically.

“Come on man, this is going to be torture.” He turns, looking behind him. “Look at them.” He nods behind us.

I turn to see Sasha and her friend, Karen I think is her name, whispering to one another as they write something down. Like she knows I’m looking at her, Sasha looks up, her big blue eyes connecting with mine, and I see her cheeks blush as she looks away, her long, light brown hair almost touching her tight ass. “Look at them, they don’t care how they look. They’re also in music band, which is social suicide, and they have a so called ‘rock’ band,” he continues.

“You have put way too much thought into how nerdy they are.” I take another quick glimpse back and, yeah, they are in the nerd category in this school. They don’t party, they work hard, and join anything that is involved with music.

But still, I know it’s weird, and I wouldn’t even share this with the Pope himself, but there’s something about Sasha Bennett that I find intriguing.

A few months ago, I was fucking a girl in the girl’s locker room and I heard someone come in. We stayed perfectly quiet but I looked around the corner to see Sasha undressing and, holy fuck… her body is made of every guy’s wet dream.

Her body is perfect. Curves in all the right places, big breasts, smooth, flawless pale skin. Her long, brown hair flows down her back. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her; I felt like she was teasing me without even knowing it. My dick got harder and harder the longer I watched her. Every time I see her now, all I can picture is her naked body on my bed, her long legs spread open. Once Sasha left, I fucked that girl so hard that I even saw stars.

I know I have no chance with Sasha. Not because she’s a good girl, but because she is a virgin. I know goody, goody virgins like to keep hold of that shit until they are in a relationship. If you know me, you know I don’t do relationships.

I’m in my prime and I want to enjoy as many girls as possible. I’m eighteen years old, I’m the star quarterback, and girls open their legs with a click of my finger, so why would I want to ruin a good thing for one girl?

I look back once more and quietly groan to myself. Why did I have to see her naked body? I close my eyes and I see her there, biting her lip, and I quickly re-open them, looking back to Aaron who is on his phone texting away.

“The guys aren’t happy,” he says without looking up.

“Couldn’t you have waited until lunch?”

“If the guy’s lives are over, shouldn’t they have a right to know?” I push his shoulder.

“Stop being melodramatic. It’s a couple of weeks of helping out here and there and then it’s over.”