In an effort to make it easier to get out of bed, I had set my alarm clock to play a random song from a playlist of my favorites instead of an annoying buzzer. Although that makes the process more enjoyable, I'm still not exactly a morning person.
Nevertheless, I forced myself out of bed and blindly pulled clothes from my dresser. While I dressed, I consoled myself with the fact that the first day of school is all about learning the rules for the umpteenth time: I wouldn't have any homework.
I trudged, zombie-like, to the bathroom, and saw that Nicole was still asleep when I passed her room. For whatever reason, she sleeps like a male college student. Being that this was the first day of school, I had to wake her up. I shook off my drowsiness and took a flying leap onto her bed. "Nicole, it's the first day of school!
Aren't you excited?!" "Fuck off!" She replied, attempting to dislodge me from the bed while desperately holding on to the covers. "Not getting rid of me that easily!" I grinned as I threw the covers off of her.
"Aaron!" She shrieked. "Don't wanna be late on the first day!" I said in young couple makes porn video in the bathroom annoying sing-songy voice.
Nicole grumbled a lot, but she got up from her bed and shooed me out of the room so she could dress. I completed my usual morning routine and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning!" My mom said cheerfully from the kitchen. I think she, like all of us, wanted to forget the events of the night before and had chosen to move on. "Morning, mom.
What's for breakfast?" "Scrambled eggs and bacon." "Awesome." I sat down to eat. Have I mentioned that shantal rides rod cowgirl style hardcore filipina mom's a great cook? She is. After Nicole and I finished breakfast, we said goodbye to mom and got in my car.
"What are we listening to today, MC Nicky?" I asked Nicole. Fortunately, we have very similar taste in music (despite her being a teenage girl, who usually have the worst taste in music), so we don't often argue about what to listen to. "I'm thinking we roll up bumpin' some gangsta rap, dawg." She said. "F'sho, homie." I handed her my phone to look for music.
Nicole plugged the auxiliary cable into my phone and started scrolling through my library of music. I was surprised when some stupid One Direction song started playing. "The fuck?!" I yelped. "I do NOT own that song!" Nicole laughed and put some other music on.
When we were only a couple minutes away from school, one of my favorite songs came on: "Gimme the Loot" by the Notorious B.I.G., may he rest in peace. I am proud to know all of the lyrics to this song, so I turned the volume up to disturbing-the-peace levels and lowered all the windows. "My man Inf left a tec and a nine at my crib/ turned his self in he had to do a bid/ a one-to-three, he be home the end of '93/ I'm ready to get this paper G, you with me?" I rapped in time with the music.
After that, the lyrics contain a bunch of words that I'm not really supposed to say, but I did anyway. When we drove past the groups of students making their way in, many of them grinned and waved as they recognized us.
My antics are pretty well-known at my school, so no one usually takes offense. I parked the car and got out, taking a facetious and very pompous bow toward everyone who heard my grand entrance. I made my way toward my friends and several of them started clapping. As more and more people joined in, I took several more bows, while Nicole did her best to look like she wasn't associated with me. "Another douchey start to the year, eh, Aaron?" Jake remarked.
"Is there a better way?" I asked him as I gave Nicole a big hug to remind her that I was her brother and she couldn't escape my embarrassing actions. "Yes, definitely. But you seem incapable of doing anything normally." He quipped. "All of you fuckers love me." I said, pointing to each of my friends in turn. After I enjoyed their exasperated looks for a little while, I said, "Best not be late!" and strode off to homeroom with Jake.
We found the room and sat in the back corner. Since we were a few minutes early, I decided to relax for a while; I pulled out my headphones and plugged them in as I put my feet up Jake's desk. We watched the students file in one-by-one. After a couple minutes, Lana walked in. I waved to get her attention and she came over to sit next to Jake and I.
"Hey guys." She smiled somewhat nervously. "Hey Lana." I pulled out an earbud to talk to her. "How's it going?" "Alright. It took me forever to find this room. The numbering makes no sense." "Eh, you'll get used to it." Just after I finished speaking, my friend Mitch came over to our corner of the room. "Hey Aaron, you wanna come to this party I'm throwing at the beach on Friday? There's gonna be a bonfire and shit. Should be fun." "Your friends can come, too." He added, giving Lana a pretty conspicuous once-over.
She was looking great in short jean shorts and a tank top. "Thanks, Mitch, I'll see if I can come." I gave him a bro-handshake (there really needs to be a better word for that.) and he walked back to his seat. The bell rang and class began. Since my school runs on a block schedule, I prepared to endure an hour-and-a-half of learning when I'm allowed to chew gum, what violates the dress code, and a bunch of other boring rules. Finally, the bell rang and saved me from my boredom. I flew out of the class so I could go to the bathroom.
On my way out of the bathroom, a big guy with a bunch of tattoos slammed into me. "Watch it." He snarled. "Watch what?" I asked innocently, trying to diffuse the situation so I could avoid getting into a fight on the first day of school. That's always a bad omen.
". What?" His aggression evaporated and was quickly replaced by confusion. "You said 'watch it', I was wondering what I was supposed to watch. Are you going to perform a magic trick?" "Fuck off." He growled as his aggression quickly returned. "Whatever, dude. I'm just disappointed that you're not going to do a trick." I walked away, shaking my head. I walked to the next class, my mind already on lunch. I saw Ashton walking the same way as me a few feet ahead.
After taking a moment to study at her yoga pants-covered posterior, I called out to her above the heads of the people in between us. "Yo, Ash!" She turned and looked around for a moment before seeing me.
She smiled and stepped to the side, out of mature guy fucks this sizzling hot babe masturbation and tight pussy endless flow of students, to wait for me. "Hey, Aaron. What class are you going to?" "English. Mr. Harrison." I replied as we started walking. "Me too!" She replied. "I guess that means you can cheat off of me this year." I grinned.
"I think that would lower my grade." She retorted. I stuck my tongue out at her and smacked her butt. She hit me with her purse and blushed as she looked around to make sure that no one had seen.
We walked in to English and sat down. It went pretty much exactly the same as homeroom, so we were hot moka looking for her sex deisire by letting dude fuck her in doggystyle thankful when the bell rang for lunch. I met my friends outside and we began the usual argument over where to eat.
Eventually, I got bored and decided for everyone. "Mexican." I declared. "We're getting Mexican food, so everyone shut the hell up. Ok?" Everyone begrudgingly agreed, so we drove to my friend Jorge's family's Mexican restaurant.
We sat down, ordered, and got our food. A few minutes later, I finished my burrito, but everyone else was either still eating or full. "You gonna eat that?" I asked Dre. "Mm-- Yeff." He said through a mouthful of his own burrito.
"You gonna eat that?" I turned to Ashton. "Ugh. No, I'm soo full." She groaned. "Thanks." I switched plates with her and started on her remaining tacos. After I finished, we threw some money on the table for a tip and got up to pay. Mrs. Delgado, Jorge's mom, was at the cash register. "Hola, señorita." I gave her my trademark half-smile. "You're looking as beautiful as ever." I always call her "señorita", which basically means "young woman", because Jorge's mom was a total MILF.
I'm about 90% sure she was Miss Mexico. I used to always tell Jorge that I had such impure thoughts about his mom, solely for the purpose of irritating him. (If you haven't figured this out by now, I like pushing people.) "Such flattery, mijo." She responded in her soft, lilting accent, waving a hand as if to dismiss the praise.
She teasingly calls me "mijo", which means "my son", because I used to hang out with Jorge so much that I was like another son to them. Jorge is in college at Oxford now, though, so I don't see him too often.
"How's Jorge?" I asked as I dug out my wallet.
"He's good. He is still planning to be a doctor. He just started his second year." "That's great! Please tell him and Mr. Delgado that I said hi." We exchanged kisses on the cheeks, as always.
"I will, mijo. Good to see you again." "Good to see you too, señora Delgado." I followed my friends out the door. "Dude, why do you have to flirt with every woman or girl that you meet?" Adam asked me, only half-joking. "I like to grant their wishes of being hit on by an incredibly charming and good-looking stranger." I answered, not really paying attention.
I walked over to my car and Ashton hopped in, as she had done on the way over. I started driving back to school. When we reached a red light, however, Ashton siezed me and pulled me in for a kiss.
I was surprised, but I rolled with it and got caught up in the kiss until someone honked from behind us, alerting me that the light had changed. I reluctantly broke cumming on show times hanging tits tube porn the kiss so I could drive as I quoted Albert Einstein. "'Any man who can drive safely and kiss a pretty girl simply isn't giving the kiss the attention it deserves.'" I've been known to spout random quotes and pieces of trivia, but they're not usually quite that relevant to the situation at hand.
Ashton sighed. "Fine, I'll ask. How do you know that?" I shrugged. My brain absorbs information very well, especially unimportant information. Since there's no way I can really explain that to my friends, I don't even try to anymore.
"Sorry for ruining your post-kiss bliss." I said. "I know it can take a while to come down from the high created by kissing me.
I suppose I'm like cocaine in that way." "Oh, my god. You are such a narcissist it's surreal." Ashton had her face in her hands. I smirked and kept driving. We arrived at school and headed off to PE. Although most people hate PE, I actually love it.
Since most of the people in the class are very out-of-shape, I feel like an Olympian most of the time. The same goes for Jake and David, who are in my class, though they'd never say it because they're too "humble". Unfortunately, the boring first-day rules applied to PE, too. We all sat in the bleachers, so I lounged, obnoxiously stretching out to take up four rows. Coach Kantorek, or Coach K, as he wants to be called, went over the rules and gave us a bunch of safety forms to get signed.
"Christ, that was boring." David moaned. Jake and I voiced our agreement and said goodbye as we headed our seperate ways. Next period, I went through the motions again in math, trying my best to stay awake. Finally, the bell rang and I could go to my favorite class, art. I've been in art as many years as possible, so Ms.
Archer knows me well. Ms. Archer is, without a doubt, the best teacher I've ever had. She was born to hippie parents, so she's super chill, but she's also one of the best artists I've ever seen. Also, it helps that she's young and pretty.
She's a little on the short side, but makes up for it with killer curves. "Hi, Ms. Archer!" I walked in with a smile on my face. "Aaron Moody! My favorite student." She came around her desk and hugged me. "How was your summer?" "Great. I painted a lot." "You'll have to show me sometime!" She declared. "I will." I promised. I sat down in the middle of the room and waited to see who else was in my class. To my surprise, Ashton and Lana walked in together. "Aaron?" Lana asked.
"Yeah, it's me. What, you don't think I'm cool enough to be an artiste?" I teased her. "No. I'm just surprised, that's all." "So am I. You never mentioned that you like art." I scolded her. "Ashton, Aaron, who's your friend?" Ms. Archer interrupted. "Ms. Archer, this is Lana. She just moved here from New York." Ashton introduced the two of them hannah hays sucked her bosses big cock for forgiveness then she and Lana sat on either side of me.
While we waited for class to start, we began the ritual of watching the people come in. One reason that I've always liked art class is that it provides an opportunity for people who are considered "weird" or "goth" or whatever to young guy fucks busty mature agent hardcore and european treated equally.
In art, it doesn't matter how you dress; everyone in the class wants to be there because they have a passion for the subject, so we are all the same in that way. Ms. Archer began. "Hello class, I'm Ms.
Archer. I assume you all know the rules, so today I'll allow you some free time to unwind after that long day of boredom." She winked at me and sat behind her desk to work on a clay mask that she was painting. I pulled out my sketchpad and started doodling. After I drew a fish with a man's muscular torso, Adam's face with a pig's nose, and a Ferrari crashing into a Lamborghini, the bell rang and I started packing up.
When I glanced over at Lana, I saw that she had been drawing on her own sketchpad. "Hey, Lana, can I look at that?" "Um. Yeah, sure." She shyly replied. It was a pencil drawing of me; Lana had captured my features perfectly. My brow was furrowed in concentration, my hair messy and spiked, my shirt just tight enough to show my muscular shoulders and chest, the tendons in my hand and forearm taut as I gripped the pencil.
I was suitably impressed. "Lana, this is awesome!" I grinned at her. "Thanks." A broad smile crept onto her face. Everyone likes hearing that their work is appreciated. "I can't wait to see what else you can do." I remarked while she put her sketchpad away. After Lana left for soccer, Ashton and I made our way down the hall. "Hey, I forgot something in the dance locker room.
Can you come with me to get it?" She asked me. "Yeah, sure." I said. I wasn't in any hurry to be home (Nicole was getting a ride from a friend), so I walked her to the locker room. When we got there, though, I hovered hesitantly by the door.
"There's no one in there." She laughed. "You can come in." "Boldly go where no man has gone before." I muttered as I followed her in. "I have a confession to make." She said, grinning mischievously. "I didn't forget anything." "I knew-- !" I stopped as Ashton covered my mouth with hers. When she ran her hand up and down my crotch, I knew she was in a hurry.
She pushed me down onto one of the benches and grabbed my rock-hard dick through my jeans. "I never got to pay you back for yesterday morning." She said seductively while she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles.
I threw her shirt open and admired her bra-covered chest. "Y'know, our propensity toward public fornication is gonna get us in a LOT of trouble one of these days." I sighed as she took my cock into her mouth.
She stopped bobbing for a second and gave me a look. "Sorry. I'll stop talking now." I mimed zipping my mouth shut, locking it, and throwing away the key.
Ashton was taking her time, sucking and stroking away. I leaned back and let her work her magic. She would occasionally move down from my cock and focus her mouth's attention on my balls, which felt amazing. Suddenly, she popped my dick out of her mouth.
I made a very sad face, but this was quickly replaced by a broad smile when she pulled down her yoga pants to display her thong-covered ass. "Do you like my new underwear?" She asked with a shake of her butt. "I don't know. Let me feel." I grabbed a handful of her ass and pretended to think about it.
"Actually, y'know who it would look better on?" "Who?" She asked suspiciously. "The floor." I pulled it off and threw it on the floor by her pants. "Yep." I took a second to appraise her naked lower half. "Definitely looks better on the floor." With that, I lifted her onto the bench and climbed on top of her in a missionary-like position.
I inserted the head of my cock into her dripping-wet pussy and slowly started pushing it in. Ashton gasped and grabbed the back of my head to kiss me fiercely. Attractive honey is showing her spread narrowed muff in closeup amateur babe the theme of taking it slowly, I controlled the pace of my thrusts so that I could go deep, but also hit Ashton's G-spot on every thrust.
When I saw her firm breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust, I had to get a feel. I cupped a breast in each hand and circled her raised nipples with each thumb. Ashton hissed in pleasure, trying to keep the volume down to avoid attracting unwanted attention.
Suddenly, I decided to switch positions: I pulled Ashton up from the bench and guided her over to the wall. I lifted her leg up near her head, grateful for her flexibility, and she put her foot on the wall to support herself. She began grinding against me, making circular motions with her ass. Once again, I started thrusting in and out.
This time, though, I slowly increased in intensity and speed, penetrating her deeply and quickly. She let out a small, satisfied groan each time my cock stuffed itself all the way in. The slapping sound from my hips connecting with her ass became louder and louder until it seemed deafening in the small, echoey room.
Ashton's pussy started to feel even hotter and tighter, so I kept thrusting, trying to force her to a screaming climax. "Uhh. Fuck!" She moaned with the side of her face pressed up against the wall. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!!" Her juices dripped down her legs and mine in a heavy flow. Just when I thought she was done, she started contracting and groaning again. "Fuck me, Aaron.!" She hissed through her clenched teeth. "Roger that, ma'am!" I grunted, trying to think about distinctly non-sexy things in order to prolong the arrival of my own orgasm.
Soon, I couldn't take it anymore; I pulled out and turned us both around so my back was against the wall and Ashton was facing me. She got to her knees and started sucking. Within a few seconds, I exploded into her mouth. She took all my cum, swallowing it as quickly as I could give it to her.
Unfortunately, my prediction about getting caught came true far too early. Jesse entered the locker room and stopped dead when she saw Ashton still kneeling in front of me, cleaning off my dick with her mouth. "Hey, Jess. Don't worry, we'll be out of here in just a few minutes." I said as if she had walked in on us having a conversation. Ashton kept her back to Jesse to avoid revealing our secret. "Ok." Jesse backed out of the room. I could see that she had glanced at my cock with a slight glint of approval in her eyes: it was still pretty much at full size.
After Jesse left, Ashton anxiously looked at me. "Do you think she knew it was me?" "Nah, she couldn't tell. We should hurry, though, before she comes back." We clothed ourselves and made sure neither of us smelled of sex too much.
I left first; as I walked out of the gym, I ran into Jesse again. "Hey, Jess." I grinned at her. "Who was that with you in there?" She asked. "You know I don't kiss-and-tell!" I smirked. "C'mon," she sighed, "tell me who it was!" "It's a seeecret!" I sang, walking past her. "Was it Ashton?" She probed. "Nope." I calmly replied without turning around, though I was secretly first time girl fuk tight pusy that she would find out about Ashton and I.
"Ugh." She groaned and left. I left school and went home. My mom greeted me, asked me how my first day was, the usual. I responded in kind and bounded up the stairs. My Xbox had been very lonely lately, so I thought I should give it some companionship. I popped in Assassin's Creed IV and played for a couple hours until dinner.
After that, I dicked around (dicking around is my favorite thing to do and my favorite phrase) for a while, worked on my latest painting, and then went to bed. School on Tuesday was basically the same as Monday: I tried to stay awake, I hung out with my friends, etc. what was different about Tuesday, however, was that after school, I decided to call Emily to confirm our lunch date the next day. I scrolled through my contacts, trying to guess which Emily was her.
I picked a random one and called her. She answered after two rings. "Hello?" "Hey, is this Emily? It's Aaron." "Oh, hi, Aaron. I didn't have your number. What's up?" I silently pumped my fist in celebration of finding the right Emily in my contacts. "Just calling to confirm our super-romantic lunch date tomorrow. You're not gonna flake out on me, are you?" "Mmm. I might." She laughed. "Alright, well, if you don't, I'll pick you up at noon at your place.
Text me directions for where to find you." "Sounds good." "See you tomorrow." "Bye." I could hear the smile in her voice as she said that last line; I grinned in anticipation she knows how to get a cumshot what was to come.
Sex with Emily was great, but I wanted to get to know her better and I planned to tell her that.