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In just seconds, I was rock hard again, and she was pushing the bench seat back, and straddling me.
"I don’t know if we have time for more, Emily," I told her, glancing at my watch.
"I just need to cum once more," she begged.
"So you want to cum again and I’ll just have a huge erection to hide in my pants for the next twenty minutes?" I laughed at her.
"Shut up and just do it, and I’ll make it up to you after school," she said.
"I have band tryout after school," I managed to get out before she clamped a hand over my mouth.
"We’ll figure it out, just fucking let me fuck you," she yelled at me, getting a bit testy.
Only a couple minutes later, with me tweaking her nipples and slipping my middle finger into her asshole as she rode me, her pussy was contracting on my cock again.
Climbing off after a few minutes of recovery, she started to get dressed, apparently being quite serious that I would just have to worry about my own hard on for a bit.
Somewhat agitated, I managed to pull my pants up, my cock obviously showing throw them, hard as can be, and composed myself, hoping there would be some relief before I had to walk back into school.
As we arrived, there was no one in the yard or on the deck at the school, so we were more than likely late for our afternoon classes. Third class of the day and she already had one tardy – definitely not a good way to impress the parents, but oh well. I was confident she’d make up some bullshit excuse about getting stuck in a long line at Wendy’s or something.
Before we got to the side door, she quickly pulled me close, giving me a kiss and telling me she’d wait for me to finish my tryout so we could finish what I didn’t get to, which put a bit of a smile on my face, but did not help the fact that I was still incredibly hard. Because of the trousers we had to wear at school, as well as my size, it was exceedingly obvious that I had a massive erection.
Fortunately, the locker area and halls seemed empty as I walked in a couple minutes later.
Turning the corner to my locker, I had a sudden sense of dread, as I saw a few teachers standing in between my locker and myself. Trying to quietly walk past without rousing suspicion, one of the teachers noticed I was probably late for class.
"Tardy on the first day, Mr. Stenson, tsk tsk" he scolded me.
"Err… ya, I uhhh…" Lying was obviously not my thing, as I was more concerned with hiding the situation in my pants.
"Don’t worry, Mr. Edinct," I heard a familiar voice say from out of sight, "I’ll deal with him."
Mrs. Curtis got up from a chair that was facing the other way in the senior lounge area, and told me to get my books for the next class and that I would be there momentarily after she had a word with me after the merits of being on time.
"Just follow me to my office, and I will write up your tardiness and you can be on your way," she told me, walking away before I even grabbed my books.
Grabbing my books, I jogged to catch up to her, my still hard penis pushing against the restraint of my pants. I knew this was not going to be a pleasant interaction. Walking into the gym office, Mrs. Curtis shut the door behind me.
Sitting down at her desk, she starts writing on a piece of paper. Looking up at me, she asks why I’m late.
"I lost track of time is all. I was out for lunch," I explain.
"It must have been a very exciting lunch," Mrs. Curtis laughed.
"Pardon me?"
"You’re hard as a rock, and the way Emily looked when she walked in, you two probably spent the whole time fucking!"
"Well… uhhhh," I stammered, unsure of what to say.
"It’s ok, I understand you young people, especially with what she gets to use," she says, a twinkle in her eye as she stares at my groin. "I just can’t believe you’re still hard – you last longer than even I know, apparently."
"Well she didn’t quite let me finish because we were going to be way late," I managed to find my voice again.
"She left you all hard with nothing to do?"
"Well, we did fuck, and I came, but she started again, and came, and then we had to get back to school," I described the last fifteen minutes.
"It’s a shame to let a nice hard cock go to waste… why don’t you come over here, Rob, and let me help you? The offer still stands, of course."
"I don’t think that’s a great idea. Is it ok if you just write that tardy slip and I’ll get to class?"
"That’s fine with me. You don’t need a tardy slip, though. I’ll just explain that you were helping me do something and I needed you to stay a bit late. It’s going to be awfully embarrassing walking into your class with that tent in your pants, though," she laughed at me.
"Well if it’s alright, maybe we can wait here for a couple minutes until things subside?"
"If you think you can stop from staying hard in here, be my guest," she says as she leans back in her chair and spreads her legs, rubbing her hand on her pussy through her pants. "Don’t mind me, Rob. I can wait for a while," she says slipping her hand inside her pants.
"Oh fuck," I whisper to myself, realizing what’s about to happen.
After a minute passes, she asks if I’m ready to go, obviously phrasing the double entendre.
Closing her eyes, she starts to moan softly, and my cock starts to hurt from the pressure of the pants as well as the need to cum. Conceding defeat, I pull my cock out and start to stroke it.
Mrs. Curtis opens her eyes and wheels the chair over, taking the tip in her mouth – one day with my girlfriend again and I’m already the worst boyfriend on Earth.
"Mmmm," she moans over my cock. "She tastes good, Rob," she grins at me. "I don’t think we have time to really get into this, so let me just take care of you quickly, sweety," she says and quickly devours my cock.
Moments later, I was cumming for the second time in the last half hour, and feeling guilty.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty boring, but my audition for the bass player in the student rock band went great, and I ended up getting the part on the spot. As I walked out of the audition, I headed to my locker to grab my bag, and to look for Emily, as she was probably expecting a ride home. It took me ten minutes, but I finally tracked her down in the library, doing some homework while she waited.
As we got into the van, she leaned over, and started to rub my cock through my pants, which I quickly stopped.
"I’m not feeling too well, Em – I think that street meat isn’t sitting very well with me," I told her, which was a lie. I was still a little irritated with what had happened during our lunchtime tryst, as well as mad at myself for allowing Mrs. Curtis to manipulate me so easily. "I’m just gonna drop you off and head home, if that’s ok?"
"Of course, babe, I hope you feel better. I feel fine though, so maybe you’re just unlucky."
"Must be something like that, ya," I muttered, as I concentrated on navigating the rush-hour traffic.
One day in, and I could already tell that this year would be just as long as any other.
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Author Note: If I get positive comments I'll consider continuing to write about my adventures in sex. This is not to force people to vote positive and leave good comments, but I'm not going to keep spending my time doing it if people aren't enjoying them. Also, I realize it's been like 2 or 3 years or something since my last story, and I apologize - life has been messy for a while now.
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