Hand Jive

The hand job she gave him while they were making out in the front seat of his father’s Dodge wasn’t enough.  So, when he got home he masturbated again and again.  He never thought of his virginal girlfriend in these episodes.  He thought of the cute blond girl who sat behind him in English flashing her beaver every time he looks back at her during class.

She takes an M & M and places it seductively onto her tongue looking directly into his eyes.  Then she takes another one and traces the outline of her breasts before she plunges her hand down into her cleavage and places the candy where her nipple should be.  She repeats the process on the other side and thrusts her breasts forward so he can get a better look.

“Do you want this?” she mouths as she strokes the curved outline of her form.

God!  She makes him hot!  All he can see is the pronounced tips inside her bra. He would like to rip that bra off with his teeth, devour the candies, and then suck her tits until they looked like vest pockets.

“Do you want these?”  She asks again offering both of her breasts to him by stroking the outside of her soft blue angora sweater.

He is so hard that he is afraid he’ll burst the zipper on his jeans.  She opens her legs enough for him to see the color of her pubic hair. She isn’t wearing any panties.  He turns around just as the teacher passes his desk handing out papers.

“Is there a problem?” the teacher asks.

“No,” Jack responds quickly.

But the teacher knows this little sexpot is trouble… Even he would like to fuck her. God forbid.

(First published 4/16/13)

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