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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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So I was 18 and out of my second 'proper relationship.' Me and my gf at the time broke up as we were drifting apart, she got into uni that year unconditionally and I got rejected. I was pretty beat up about it but understood it was for the best.
Anyway, one night I was in the pub with friends having a few drinks. They were all in relationships and their partners present, and by 9pm they were slinking off home one way or another. I had a pint left to finish and felt a bit sorry for myself so I sat in the corner and got some work out of my bag - I figured I might as well do it there rather than rush it on the bus.
10 minuets in and out of nowhere a girl from school popped in. She saw me and greeted me with more pleasantness than she usually did at school. We'll call the girl Olivia. Olivia was one of the popular girls in school, not my group, and I generally didn't like their girls or guys in the group. Olivia was different though, she wasn't the pampered, makeup caked brat the other girls were. She was smart, funny, cute and always friendly. On this occasion though, she was dressed to meet her friends, and had quite a lot of makeup on, and less of a pub night dress and more of a clubbing outfit.
She greeted me and we chatted, we were in two classes together and she told me that she hadn't done the work I was doing then. She sat next to me and told me to put it away and finish my pint with her, she placed her hand on my lap. I was a bit tipsy and figured, why not, so I went up to the bar with her and pushed aside the d*unk men and women clogging up the bar. After ordering she smiled at me, called me a gentleman for being such a nice guy and helping her get served - I honestly thought nothing of it.
We went back to where my bag was and she sat next to me again. I asked what the event was for her friends to come to the pub and she explained it was someones birthday - too much work on to go out though and they just wanted some drinks to celebrate. She smiled at me, "You're dressed too nicely just to be out with mates though, sure you're not trying to impress ladies now you're single." I laughed and said that I just liked making an effort and that I thought it was too soon for me to impressing girls on dates. Olivia smirked, "You're impressing me, and who said anything about dates." I got a little flustered at that and she picked up on it, turned it into a joke, "You're a good looking guy, put a little more effort into it and head out to Leeds and you could get most girls interested." Suddenly her phone went off. She sighed, "Knew this would happen, get dressed up, come way out of my way, get here early and be ready with a drink then get cancelled on."
I smiled at her and jokingly told her that I was way better company than her friends. She giggled, told me I was a lot nicer for sure. I finished my drink and told her I'd get another if she wanted to drink her own, she was happy to and she suggested we work through homework together over them. We got on with everything, drinking and working, having a laugh at her friends expenses together. She asked me about my past relationship towards the end as we finished and made me see a bit more light about it.
The time came to leave and we made sure we had left nothing. Her bus stop was on the way to my house so I told her I'd walk to it with her and made sure she got on safe. She smiled at me. As we walked she told me about guys she had dated and had fun with, we got to the bus stop and looked at me, "For all their overconfidence and sportiness, they aren't very good in bed, and don't last long." I laughed then unexpectedly she continued, "Not like you." I was taken back, she knew it and grinned mischievously. "I heard your gf talking to her friends about your sexlife after tennis one evening, apparently you always made her squirt, and are a very heavy cummer?" She looked at me quizzingly, grinned more. I didn't know what to say and stuttered. She giggled and dragged me by the hand down a side street and then into an alleyway.
She pressed me body against mine, held my bum and whispered, "It's been too long for me, I need to feel a cock work me and I want to squirt again." It got me hard instantly, she felt it and grinned. She undid my jeans quickly, slid down my boxers and my cock sprung up. She squatted down on her knees and began bobbing her head up and down on my cock instantly, she held my bum and began forcing more into her throat. She released and my cock sprang out of her mouth. "You taste better than any other guy" then she stood up and pulled a condom out of her coat pocket. She eased it on and pulled her jeggings down, I'd never noticed how perky her ass was until then. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her to the wall. She arched her back and spread her ass checks exposing her dripping pussy. "Make me squirt, please" It sounded more like a whimper. I kept her wrists against the wall and used my other hand to steady her waist. I slid in, she groaned loudly. I began thrusting, no easing into it, I went as deep and fast as I could, she was too tight and I wanted to see her walk into school grinning and feeling stretched. I continued, deep, hard, fast. As deep as possible, as far out as possible, sliding all the way back in until she mad a quiet yelping noise. She began screaming, I felt her tighten then fluid soaking my cock and groin, I continued through it, she kept screaming and groaning until she squirted a second time, we climaxed at the same time we both slumped against the wall.
We returned to the bus stop, just as the bus pulled up. Olivia looked at me and smirked, "I want more of that!" She kissed me on the cheek and grinned "I'll see you tomorrow, and be sure to wait a while after Biology for me." She winked as she got on the bus, waved as she departed, grinned all the while.
Part two anyone?
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