skirt. Thomas got off the couch and got on his knees, and faced my wide-open legs, my vagina wet, and my nipples hard.
“Which one do I want more?” He snickered.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“I know you’ll cum.” Thomas kneeled down farther and started licking my vagina. I couldn’t feel any pleasure.
After a few minutes, he began massaging my clitoris in a circular motion with his second and third finger on the left hand.
“Hmmmm,” I moaned.
Next, he flicked his tongue back and forth on my right nipple. I began to sweat profusely. I was getting hotter by the second. Suddenly, I could feel it coming. As I embraced for it, my arms held on tight to the back of the couch. This wave of something I’d never felt before came out of me. It felt good and intense. Plus, it relieved a lot of my tension.
Thomas slowed it down and finally stopped.
Damn, did he have to? He could rub my clitoris for hours.
He turned around and looked at the clock. The time read eleven forty-seven.
“You have thirteen minutes to get home. If you want to cum again, I strongly urge you to arrive back here tomorrow at six o’clock.” He walked to the closet to get my coat and purse.”
Yeah, I’ll definitely be there, I thought, driving home.
Chapter 12
In order to graduate, all students had to take an elective class called Teen Living, which lasted only half a semester, and taught about cooking, employment, sewing, and finances. I waited till my senior year to take it, hoping it would be a breeze. I wasn’t the only senior enrolled in the class. Thomas and Tonya were both enrolled in the class.
Mrs. Givins requested we have partners. Thomas quickly came over and sat next to me, leaving Tonya hot on his trail. You would think Tonya got the hint at the dance, but she just didn’t get it. Thomas wanted me, not her.
Unfortunately, she was left with Arnold, a sophomore year math whiz with thick glasses who drooled over her every word.
Our first assignment was to make pizza from scratch. It was really nothing to it. I did add a little extra basil and oregano in our hearty tomato sauce. We kneaded the dough together so our fingers could touch.
Everyone’s pizza came out pretty good.
Twenty minutes was all we had to clean up before class was over. As I walked to the trashcan to throw the tomato cans away, Tonya bumped in to me, spilling half of her tomato sauce on my apron. That mess seeped through my sweater and jeans.
“You did that on purpose,” I hissed.
“Alex, next time watch where you’re going. Besides, tomato sauce goes well with your pink sweater.”
That was it. I’d had enough. Next thing I knew, I grabbed Tonya’s hair and forced her to the ground. I pounced on top of her and kept punching her in the face over and over again.
Ms. Givins and Thomas broke it up, and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the principal’s office.
Pop was very good friends with the honorable principal, Mr. Walker, so I got off with a warning and Tonya received a day of in-school suspension for causing the fight.
I could only take so much of her nastiness. To my surprise, Ma thought she deserved being punched in the face.
Chapter 13
It couldn’t get any better than the way I was feeling at this moment. Thomas and I had become the best of friends, the key to our healthy relationship, as well as soon-to-be lovers. Tonight was the night. Prom night. I was going to be living proof of the cliché about seniors getting down. Since this was my first time, I wanted to be sure he was the one for the ultimate task. I was a little nervous, but it was nothing a few succulent kisses from my man couldn’t calm down.
“Just one more picture,” Ma declared, camera in her hand.
“Vivian, you have already taken fifteen pictures and videotaped with the camcorder. Let the kids go.” Pop held up his hands.
Ma squinted her eyes and shot him a coldhearted look.
Pop put his head down like a lost kitten and sat back
“Which one do I want more?” He snickered.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“I know you’ll cum.” Thomas kneeled down farther and started licking my vagina. I couldn’t feel any pleasure.
After a few minutes, he began massaging my clitoris in a circular motion with his second and third finger on the left hand.
“Hmmmm,” I moaned.
Next, he flicked his tongue back and forth on my right nipple. I began to sweat profusely. I was getting hotter by the second. Suddenly, I could feel it coming. As I embraced for it, my arms held on tight to the back of the couch. This wave of something I’d never felt before came out of me. It felt good and intense. Plus, it relieved a lot of my tension.
Thomas slowed it down and finally stopped.
Damn, did he have to? He could rub my clitoris for hours.
He turned around and looked at the clock. The time read eleven forty-seven.
“You have thirteen minutes to get home. If you want to cum again, I strongly urge you to arrive back here tomorrow at six o’clock.” He walked to the closet to get my coat and purse.”
Yeah, I’ll definitely be there, I thought, driving home.
Chapter 12
In order to graduate, all students had to take an elective class called Teen Living, which lasted only half a semester, and taught about cooking, employment, sewing, and finances. I waited till my senior year to take it, hoping it would be a breeze. I wasn’t the only senior enrolled in the class. Thomas and Tonya were both enrolled in the class.
Mrs. Givins requested we have partners. Thomas quickly came over and sat next to me, leaving Tonya hot on his trail. You would think Tonya got the hint at the dance, but she just didn’t get it. Thomas wanted me, not her.
Unfortunately, she was left with Arnold, a sophomore year math whiz with thick glasses who drooled over her every word.
Our first assignment was to make pizza from scratch. It was really nothing to it. I did add a little extra basil and oregano in our hearty tomato sauce. We kneaded the dough together so our fingers could touch.
Everyone’s pizza came out pretty good.
Twenty minutes was all we had to clean up before class was over. As I walked to the trashcan to throw the tomato cans away, Tonya bumped in to me, spilling half of her tomato sauce on my apron. That mess seeped through my sweater and jeans.
“You did that on purpose,” I hissed.
“Alex, next time watch where you’re going. Besides, tomato sauce goes well with your pink sweater.”
That was it. I’d had enough. Next thing I knew, I grabbed Tonya’s hair and forced her to the ground. I pounced on top of her and kept punching her in the face over and over again.
Ms. Givins and Thomas broke it up, and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the principal’s office.
Pop was very good friends with the honorable principal, Mr. Walker, so I got off with a warning and Tonya received a day of in-school suspension for causing the fight.
I could only take so much of her nastiness. To my surprise, Ma thought she deserved being punched in the face.
Chapter 13
It couldn’t get any better than the way I was feeling at this moment. Thomas and I had become the best of friends, the key to our healthy relationship, as well as soon-to-be lovers. Tonight was the night. Prom night. I was going to be living proof of the cliché about seniors getting down. Since this was my first time, I wanted to be sure he was the one for the ultimate task. I was a little nervous, but it was nothing a few succulent kisses from my man couldn’t calm down.
“Just one more picture,” Ma declared, camera in her hand.
“Vivian, you have already taken fifteen pictures and videotaped with the camcorder. Let the kids go.” Pop held up his hands.
Ma squinted her eyes and shot him a coldhearted look.
Pop put his head down like a lost kitten and sat back
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