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“Watch it faggot!” Alex heard someone call out before he was roughly shoved to the side. Colliding with the lockers in a crash that sent his books sprawling across the floor. A chorus of laughter filled the hall as the group of boys walked on without giving him so much as a second glance. Alex stood there against the locker for a second, willing the tears down before he bent down and started to pick up his things. It was nothing new, and he’d be damned before he let any of them realize how much it bothered him.
Alex Summers was an easy target for large jocks. Or for not so large jocks. Capping out at a measly four feet ten inches he was at least a half foot shorter than even most girls at the school. It wouldn’t be quite so bad if he were at least stocky. But life wasn’t so lucky for Alex. He had slim shoulders and wide hips, and a pretty face that he tried to hide behind his shaggy brown hair as much as possible. When he’d tried out for the cheer team they’d even thought he was a girl. After being laughed out of tryouts things had gotten worse. Rumors started flying that he’d meant to be mistaken for a girl, that he was a cross dresser, that he was gay. It was easy to let most of it slide right off of him, but he couldn’t just ignore the physical bullying. And sometimes he thought it’d be nice to have at least one friend.
Books back in his hand he continued walking to his next class. Then as he was passing an unused classroom he paused. He heard something just faintly through the door. Almost like someone was crying, not unheard of in a high school like this. About to shrug it off and continue he suddenly thought about earlier. The way he’d had to force back tears, the momentary desperate desire for someone he could rely on. Suddenly guilt washed through him at how casually he’d been about to wash his hands of the situation. Indecision tore at him until the bell rang and his shoulders slumped.
“Well there’s no point now. Mrs. Garson will crucify me for being late anyway so why not skip.” Muttering to himself in dismay Alex looked around to make sure the last few stragglers heading to class weren’t looking in his direction before opening the door and slipping into the classroom. The soft click of the door closing rang out loudly through the mostly empty room. As it did the sound of jagged sobs, sounding so much harsher on this side of the door, suddenly cut off.
Kate “Cat” Winters. The icy captain of the cheerleaders, straight A student, and bone fide rich girl whom everyone knew and either loved or feared. She was sitting against the wall curled up into a ball. Long streaks of black mascara ran down her tear covered face. And she was looking right at Alex with an expression of such righteous fury that he half expected the heat of her gaze alone would burn him to cinders.
“What the fuck do you want?” She choked out at him. “Actually I really don’t care. Just get out.” Alex swallowed in sudden discomfort. He’d been expecting someone timid and upset. Not someone aggressive and apparently angry that he’d even shown his face.
“I have Garson next hour.” He said lamely. Hating the way his voice became even higher in response to the stead. “There’s… really no point in me going now.”
“So what?!” Kate spat at him. “That doesn’t mean I want you here!” He almost left, but there was something so familiar about her in this moment. The helpless rage that seemed to be burning in her eyes so reminiscent of his own.
“My father left me.” He said simply, wanting to kick himself before he even got the words out. Kate was looking at him now like he’d lost his mind. An idea he couldn’t disagree with as he kept talking, unable to stop himself almost like he was trapped in some awful nightmare. Except the nightmare was just his own very real social awkwardness.
“After my parents split up, they tried the whole shared custody thing. Tried sending me back and forth. It was fine for a little while. But I guess my dad just started to realize how different we were once we were spending more time together alone.” Kate didn’t look about to kill him anymore, just confused and sort of sympathetic. He wasn’t looking for pity per say, but he took her lack of fury as a good sign at least.
“My dad was- is I guess, a big guy. Athletic. The kind of person who thinks father son time means baseball or football. Which I’m… well… not suited for.” He finished quietly, waving a hand at himself as though to say it was an obvious conclusion. He moved over closer to her and sat on a desk a few feet away from her spot on the floor.
“So he just dumped you on your mom and ran?” Kate asked, sounding furious again but not at him this time. A rush of strange giddiness filled him at her being angry on his behalf. It felt oddly nice, but he shoved the feeling out of his mind.
“Not quite. He really did try for a while. Even tried saying that I was just a late bloomer and gave me hormone pills. They didn’t do anything though. Well, mostly.” He muttered the last part. “But eventually he just realized that we were both miserable whenever I was with him. So he gave up. It wasn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad?! He sounds like a dick!” Finally Kate pushed herself up from her curled up position on the floor. And Alex felt like his eyes went wide as a cartoon characters. He knew what Kate Summers looked like of course. Had even jerked off to fantasies of her, as he suspected every straight boy on the school had done. But to see her stretch out her arms above her head a foot away from him was something special.
Kate was truly as clichély statuesque as it seemed possible to be. Long stylishly wild hair hung down past her shoulders, the kind of perfect golden blonde you saw in shampoo commercials. Her eyes were a startling pale blue that stood out like chips of ice against her tanned skin. Her lips were a bright glossy pink, so full and plump that they seemed almost perpetually pouting. As she stretched out the small blue blouse she was wearing rose up to reveal a toned length of her stomach. Alex imagined he could hear those poor buttons screaming in pain as her enormous chest pressed out against its constraint. She even wiggled her hips as though she were trying to show off just how tight her jeans were. When she lowered her arms and opened her eyes Alex snapped his head to the side. Feeling the powerful red blush that was covering his whole face.
‘God… that bimbo perfect body, and she’s even so tall. If this turns out to be a dream after all please don’t let me ever wake up.’ Kate chuckled as she saw him turn a bright tomato red. Moving away from the wall she sat down on the desk next to him. Not having to hop up onto the surface as he’d had to. Reaching into a purse that Alex hadn’t noticed she pulled out a pack of make-up wipes and a compact. Using the small mirror she began to wipe away the mascara streaking down her face. The two sat quietly for a minute, though it was more companionable than awkward. Not that Alex was an expert on such things.
“So…” he started but then trailed off. Realizing that asking her why she’d been crying alone and angry in a classroom may just put her back in a bad mood.
“I’ve been really stressed out lately.” She said simply. Having cleaned up her ruined mascara with startling speed she was already at work reapplying it. “And today it just got to me. That’s all.” Her tone was light, conversational even. But there was a current of forced calm, as though through sheer force of nonchalance she could make him forget her previous state. Alex paused, uncertainty again claiming him before he realized he really had very little to lose. Even if she decided she hated him the school couldn’t really treat him much worse.
“I can listen too.” She looked at him suddenly and he couldn’t help flinching away. “I mean, only if you want to! Just- I dunno! It might help. Having someone to talk to who doesn’t matter.” Her face scrunched up in annoyance and Alex felt his insides shriveling. Of course he’d said the wrong thing. What else was new?
“Don’t say that!” She snapped before returning her gaze to the mirror. Completing a few finishing touches she snapped her compact closed and resumed her smoky eyed glare at him. “The rest of the world will tell you more than enough how you don’t matter. Don’t go saying it about yourself as well.” Alex could only blink dumbly at her. That certainly wasn’t what he expected. She took a deep breath and looked away from him. Glaring at the wall as though it had been personally responsible for her earlier crying.
“I do a lot.” She started, the words clipped and laden with the stress of someone who hated confiding in others. “I ace every class, every test. Advanced placement of course. And that means hours of studying. I captain the cheer squad, and do it damn well. And that takes hours of practice every day. My dad wants me to take over for his business one day, and that means I’ve been learning about the company for years now. I do it all and I do it perfectly because I have to.” She was breathing more heavily now, words flowing out of her like a dam starting to fall apart.
“But who can I talk to about it? Everyone at school thinks I’m some sort of heartless machine who shits gold bars and can’t even imagine what stress is like!” Alex was staring with wide eyes now. Beginning to wonder just what he had unleashed. “I have a boyfriend but god it doesn’t feel like it most days! As the cheer captain it just seemed appropriate to start dating the quarterback when he asked me out but he’s such a fucking tool! Ted can’t go five minutes without acting like a giant child! He’s always trying to copy my homework, cop a feel, and now that I think about it I don’t think he even knows what color my eyes are!”
“And yet despite all that do you know what made me start crying!?” Kate turned to Alex almost shouting now and he jumped in fear. Shaking his head furiously as she glared now at him instead of the wall. “It was the stupid song! Ted and I are practically guaranteed to get prom king and queen. And that means doing a duet! But I can’t sing the damn song! I’m sure I’ll be able to do the dance but I just can’t hit the high notes! I was trying and trying and TRYING!” She full on screamed at Alex, eyes beginning to tear up again in frustration. Furiously she pulled out a handkerchief from her purse and started dabbing at her eyes to prevent her mascara running again. Alex swallowed slowly, an idea both glorious and terrible coming to him.
“Your voice is definitely more husky than most. That can make hitting really high notes harder, but it’s not impossible. I could… teach you?” He said the words so hesitantly they came out as a question. Kate looked at him blinking dumbly.
“You sing?” She asked. A little too incredulously in his opinion. He nodded and then began to do just that. He was quiet, but the small empty room seemed to amplify his voice nicely. It was a song originally sung by a woman, but Alex’s voice was so high that he was able to cover it perfectly. Something that he found himself not hating for the very first time as Kate looked at him with awe.
“You’re incredible!” She gushed appreciatively after he’d finished. Blushing he ducked his head glad for the dark curtain of his hair. “You’d really teach me!”
“S-sure. What song are you trying to do though?” She told him and Alex looked at her startled. “Wait, really? The singer for that was originally an opera singer Kate. Matching her voice… that’s gonna be really hard.” Her features steeled themselves into a mask of immovable stubbornness.
“What do I have to do?”
“Couldn’t you just ask for a different song?”
“No.”
“But if you just-“
“No. What do I have to do?” Alex sighed wondering what he’d signed himself up for. Then he began to walk her through the various vocal exercises that he himself did, and others that he merely knew of.
“This isn’t working!” Kate practically snarled as she slammed her hand down on the desk.
“It’s not going to make a world of difference in a single hour. These exercises are supposed to be something you do every day. They show over the course of weeks or months.” She looked at Alex with a sudden panic.
“But it can’t take that long! Prom is next week!” Kate reached out and took hold of Alex’s smaller hand. “Come on Alex! There has to be something!” Alex looked at the hand holding his own for a moment before his voice escaped him. Quiet and subdued, he almost didn’t realize he’d said the words out loud.
“Why didn’t you laugh?” Kate merely looked at him in confusion. “When I tried out for the cheer team. Everyone just laughed when I pointed out that I’m a guy. But you didn’t.” She frowned at him, seemingly completely thrown off by his change in topic. Even he didn’t really understand where he was going with this.
“Because it didn’t seem funny. You got really upset about it.” The words were so simple, so wonderful to hear. Yet they didn’t quite seem to scratch whatever itch Alex was reaching for with this.
“Then… why-“
“-didn’t I tell the noisy bitches to shut up and let you show your stuff?” She finished more confidently then he could have. He nodded at her. “Because if you couldn’t take them laughing then it probably wasn’t a good place for you. You would’ve been miserable trying to fit in on the team.” Alex dropped his gaze to their joined hands. Starting as though she’d forgotten Kate pulled her hand. “Oh, sorry about that.”
‘I’m not.’ Taking a deep breath Alex looked back up at Kate.
“Trying to force your voice outside of its normal vocal range is bad for it in the long run. But,” he said as he held up a hand to ward off her complaints. “It is possible. It’s not generally pleasant from what I’ve heard though.”
“That’s fine.” Kate replied without hesitation, steel in her voice.
“Well alright then,” Alex nodded. “One way-“ he started to speak recalling an article he’d read only yesterday. But for once in his life his brain caught up in time to realize what the article had mentioned and his mouth snapped shut. Going bright red when he finally spoke his voice was so high pitched from embarrassment that it almost hurt his ears. “Actually never mind that one. There’s- um-“
“Tell me.” Kate demanded implacably.
“Well- I don’t-“
“Oh for fuck’s sake Alex.” Kate leaned forward and for a moment it seemed like her shirt really would burst open, little bits of black bra visible beneath the pulled taut front of her blouse. “What?!”
“Well I read this article last night and honestly I wouldn’t have even thought of it,” he started speedily rambling out. “Except that it was about this story that the same musician you’re trying to sound like told during an interview about how she trained herself by deepthroating and the whole article was about how that’s probably nonsense but might not be.” Finally Alex took a deep breath in. Staring at a Kate who was just as red faced as he was.
“She- wha- deepthroating? R-really?” Alex merely nodded, not trusting his voice. Kate gulped, an expression of anxious fear crossing her features. But as though she were ashamed of the very idea she suddenly twisted her face into a stubborn scowl. “Well alright then. I’ll do that.” She was clearly trying her best to sound unaffected but the impression was ruined by the blush traveling all the way up to the tips of her ears.
‘Great. That asshole Ted is never gonna realize just how much he owes me for this.’ Alex thought bitterly. The time the two had spent together, alone away from the rest of the world as they opened up to each other. It had been like a dream. But now it seemed to be ending. ‘Figures.’
“Well then I-“ but he didn’t get to finish his sentence. Kate grabbed him by the arm and yanked him off the desk. He grunted in pain and was about to say something. But being dragged behind Kate he suddenly had a glorious view of her bubble butt moving in those super tight jeans and forgot what he was going to say. Opening the door to the closet in the room she pushed Alex in and then stepped in herself. The door closed with a click that sent Alex’s heart beating as surely as a gunshot would have. He turned around, eyes struggling in the even darker room to see details. But he didn’t miss when Kate kneeled down in front of him.
“Oh fuck.” He gasped. “Seriously?” She let out a huff of annoyance.
“You’re the one who suggested this! If you aren’t willing-“
“I AM! Yes please thank you!” He babbled in a panic. Of course he’d figured that she’d be blowing her boyfriend. But since that hadn’t occurred to her Alex was the last person alive who’d point it out.
“Eager are we?” She chuckled, and the low husky tones of her voice seemed so overwhelming in the small room. Yet he still couldn’t miss the way her voice shook nervously, and he wondered just how strong her drive to be perfect was that she was really going to do this. Her hands fumbled at his pants before finally finding the waistband. She undid his button and then slowly dragged the zipper down. They were both already breathing heavily. All of the sounds unbearably erotic in the near darkness. Then she yanked his pants down. A heavy whack of flesh on flesh rang out as his meat swung up and practically uppercut the poor girl. Which was when Alex realized this probably wasn’t going to happen anyway, and a crushing sort of despair filled him.
“Wha- what the hell?” Kate called out incredulously. Her hand reached out and grasped around his shaft. The words on her tongue dying as her eyes went as wide as they possibly could. It felt enormous in her hand. Like she were grabbing onto a baseball bat, if it were smooth to the touch and incredibly hot on her skin. For a second she thought that maybe she’d accidentally grabbed his arm or maybe even his leg somehow. She reached out with her other hand, finding his hips and guiding it over. She found a thick pillar of meat extending out from his groin. Following it with her hand until she met the one holding it already. To her stunned mind it seemed to take ages. Together her hands traveled further up his cock. Further and further until finally they reached his head. She gulped noisily.
“Those hormone pills my dad gave me.” Alex muttered hopelessly. “They mostly did nothing. Except for give me a cock so big I’ll never be able to use it.” Kate ran her hands slowly up and down the colossal meat rod. With both hands her fingers could just barely meet around it, and it seemed in the dark to be impossibly long. She wished she could see it properly, rather than merely seeing the vague shape of Alex before her.
“Oh yeah?” She said in a deceptively conversational tone. “So you’re calling me a coward now huh. That’s not very nice.” She tried to keep her tone steady. But there was a scared flutter to her voice as she stroked the short boy’s cock. He snorted dismissively and a flash of indignant fury filled her.
“I’m not- Oh my god!” He suddenly called out, as she took him into her mouth. It was so much better than he’d ever imagined. The hot wet confines of her mouth around his head, on its own enough to fill her mouth almost to capacity. He bucked his hips instinctively and immediately hit the back of her throat. She audibly gagged and pulled back with a gasp. Reaching out her larger hands grasped Alex’s and pulled them into her hair. He ran his fingers through it, luxuriating in the rich feeling of her smooth locks.
“Now grab me by the hair and stretch out my fucking throat until I can sing high enough to shatter glass!” She snarled at him. The rebellious need to prove that she could take his mammoth cock driving her almost as much as her original goal now.
“Oh fuck!” Alex gasped. “Fine but I’m not taking it easy!”
“You better not! I can take whatever you can dish out!” Kate had the sudden feeling as he shot forward that she might regret those words. His head hit the back of her throat again and again she gagged. His head was forcing her jaw to open so wide it hurt, and her eyes were already stinging as they began to tear up. Then he really grabbed her hair and yanked her onto his cock. His head shoved into her throat and it felt like she’d been punched. Tears started to stream down her face as she gripped his hips tight enough that he let out a high pitched gasp of pain. Desperately she resisted the urge to whine in pain. Kate Summers wouldn’t show so much as another second of weakness in front of this man.
Then he drew his hips back and began to furiously fuck her throat. Obscene sounds began to fill the small dark space as saliva and air alike were forced out of her throat to make way for ever more of his cock. Every time he pulled back she desperately sucked in air through her nose. Her cheeks filling up as she tried and failed to breath around the obstruction in her mouth. He never pulled completely out and before long her jaw and even her stretched thin lips were beginning to ache painfully. She squeezed her eyes tight against the pain and threw herself onto him again.
Alex was gasping and twitching in pleasure with every move of his cock down her incredibly tight and warm throat. The sound of her choking him down surrounded the pair adding to the sense of surreal sensuality. Kate could feel him stretching her throat out as he went deeper, parts of her body that she’d never really been aware of before today getting stretched out by the ferocious throat fucking she was receiving from a boy half her size. Then the sound of him broke through the haze of pain filling her mind.
“Oh my god! Oh fuck, Kate! Hnnngh yes! Take it deeper Kate, take it all the way!” His voice was wobbly and high pitched, and she imagined just from the sound of it that his knees were shaking as she swallowed him deeper. It filled her with a low warmth, the realization that she was doing that. That he was babbling with pleasure because of her.
‘I knew I’d be great at this.’ She thought smugly as he continued to wildly yank her head into his swinging hips. Emboldened she pressed his hips against the wall and began to force him down past her own gag reflex. She reflexively tried to swallow and could feel the way his leg jerked. Now that she thought of this way it was almost fun. It still hurt like hell, and she definitely couldn’t last too long before her jaw and lips simply couldn’t take anymore. But it was a little like flexibility stretches, burn with a purpose could be fun. Then she felt his cock hit the inside of her abdomen and she choked violently around him as the sensation shocked her. Drawing back until just his head was in her mouth she desperately sucked in air through her nose before diving onto him again. Her head seemed to travel for ages now that she paid attention, until finally it hit her insides again and she choked.
Grabbing with her hand she wrapped her fingers around the base. Almost kissing her knuckles made it clear that there was only the width of her hand left to go. Gripping his hips she furiously whipped her head back and forth a mere few inches, ramming his cock into her stomach over and over. She wasn’t paying attention anymore to the violent sucking ‘glock’s coming from her throat or the wordless pleasure Alex moaned as she went ballistic on his dick. She was singlemindedly focused on success. And then finally her lips met his pelvis, his cock head pushing out her stomach so that with a sudden pop her blouses buttons exploded off flying in every direction. At the same time Alex let off a strangled gasp and his legs gave out completely. Kate’s eyes widened in shock and pain as his cock impaling her dragged her down to the ground until she was ass up and face down at his crotch.
Before he even hit the ground his orgasm had already started. Kate moaned in agony despite herself as his cock swelled, able to feel every huge shot as it rocketed forward into her guts. Giant heavy loads filled her stomach and she moaned again as her stomach began to ache like she’d eaten far too much. Yet despite it all, the pain of an overstretched jaw and lips, the burn of her bulging throat, the ache of her filling stomach. Kate simply couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t hotter than anything she’d ever imagined. Her hands began to desperately scrabble at her jeans until finally she got the tight button undone. In addition to releasing some of the growing pressure on her gut it allowed her to slip a hand down her panties and finger herself.
His semen seemed to keep coming and coming. Kate was fully crying in pain, her body shaking as she moaned piteously… and then finally he stopped. Breathing like he’d just ran a marathon Alex grabbed her by the hair and began to slowly lift her off his cock. Kate’s eyes bulged at the sensation of him drawing out of her. The thickness of his cock and the seal of cum and throat slime around it ensuring it was airtight. And that meant her stomach was being pulled taut in its wake, cum filling up her throat behind it. Finally his cock popped out of her throat and mouth with a thick sucking pop. Immediately Kate slapped her hand over her mouth. His cum erupted hot and thick out of her nostrils as she coughed violently, yet still she didn’t let the mouthful straining her cheeks escape. It was bitter and incredibly thick, reminding her so much of a protein shake that she didn’t think she’d ever be able to drink one again without remembering this moment. Slowly and loudly she gulped it down little by little. Her stomach felt like it would burst but there was simply no other option. She couldn’t walk around covered in his cum after all.
“Jesus Kate!” Alex rasped her name and ran his hands through her hair gently. And that was what finally did it, her one free hand fingering her pussy sped up as she began to shake in orgasm. Her hand over her mouth now more about stopping herself from moaning in pleasure. She wouldn’t- couldn’t ever let him know that she’d masochistically gotten off from his cock wrecking her body. When it finally subsided, and she’d swallowed a few more times, she spoke up.
“Told you.” She rasped. Suddenly her eyes shot open in alarm. “My voice-“
“Is fine.” Alex interjected exhaustedly. “Your throat is just a bit- well probably more than a bit, sore. Give it a minute, drink some water.” Alex could see the shape of Kate moving as she struggled to stand up and did the same. Slowly opening the door Kate tentatively looked out and saw that the classroom hadn’t picked up anymore ditchers. Throwing it open she turned around and both of them felt their jaws go slack in awe at what they saw. Alex’s cock even soft reached down almost to his knees, and Kate suddenly found it hard to believe that something that huge could have ever fit inside her. Yet there was a sense of intense pride as well when she saw the pink smear of her lip gloss all the way down to the very base. Whereas Alex was stunned by the sight of Kate’s black bra, her breasts practically spilling out of it despite its giant size.
“Holy fuck!” Kate whispered as she looked down as herself as well. Her hands rubbed at her bloated stomach feeling the warmth of her skin. She looked like a woman at the end of her first trimester, stomach swollen out but still hidable if she was careful. “How much do you cum?” She said, her voice full of a sort of intimidated awe. Alex felt his face go red, and heat stir in his loins again. Kate noticed his cock jerk and start to grow at her words and a flash of heat rushed through her as well. But stubbornly she merely scowled at him.
“Oh no you don’t! I’ve already missed two classes today, and I’m not missing cheer practice on top of that.” Alex’s eyes went even wider and his cock jerked further into life. “Not that I would anyway!” Kate rushed to clear her mistaken implication. “I have a boyfriend, remember? This was about vocal training, that’s it.”
“Right.” Alex agreed, though his voice was a good deal stiffer than her own. “That’s it.” The two stared at each other’s bodies for a moment longer before Kate seemed to remember herself and walked out of the closet while rebuttoning her jeans. Alex doing the same as he followed after. Grabbing a water bottle from her purse Kate chugged several mouthfuls with a wince before rubbing at her throat.
“God that burns. Here we go.” She sounded out a basic scale, going higher and higher until she reached the point where previously her voice had cracked. And then climbed a few octaves higher. “Yes!” She cheered jumping up and down before noticing her bobbing breasts and how Alex’s head was bobbing along with the mesmerizing sight. Clearing her throat she began to gather up her blouse and tie the now buttonless garment closed.
“Uh, sorry.” Alex said before turning away with a flush. But Kate merely rolled her eyes.
“Oh please, I’ve got what feels like two liters of your cum in my stomach. I think I’m past being upset just because you saw my bra.” Kate started to look him up and down then prompting Alex to squirm awkwardly under her gaze. “So I guess that’s why you wear those baggy pants huh? You know I don’t think you’d get picked on so much if you just wore tighter pants.” A mischievous and disarmingly light expression crossed her face. “Show them who’s really the big man around here and they’d lay off you.” Alex couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at her words. He’d never be able to bring himself to actually do it but the thought of the football team’s expressions if he showed up tomorrow wearing shorts made him giggle uncontrollably.
“I don’t think I’m brave enough for that. But I’ll keep it in mind.” Kate merely shrugged and then held out her hand as though as an afterthought.
“Oh and give me your phone real quick.” Face scrunching up in confusion Alex nonetheless did as requested. She tapped at the phone for a few seconds before handing it back. “There. That’s my number added as a contact.” When Alex looked startled she rolled her eyes. “Oh come on. Even besides the blowjob we did get along. Also you’re an amazing singer and I want more actual advice. I don’t half ass anything.”
“Yeah my dick noticed.” Alex muttered in reply. Kate blushed red but grinned cheekily.
“Talk to you later Alex. And I will! You seem like the type to get scared and not actually text me but you fucking better!” And with that Kate strutted off. Before turning around and sitting back down on a desk. Pulling out her compact she flipped it open to see her face covered in streaks of semen and ruined mascara. “Fuck you for not saying anything.” She said simply before grabbing more wipes and starting to fix the mess her face had become.
“You just seemed so confident I figured I was seeing things.” Alex said trying to hold back laughter as he grabbed one of her wipes and started to help her clean up. She graced him with a genuinely grateful smile before glaring.
“A nice dick is still a dick.” Alex laughed again as they fell into a surprisingly comfortable banter.
*~o0o Later That Night o0o~*
Alex fell back against his bed, feeling more exhausted than he could remember ever feeling. Yet he just couldn’t get the stupid grin off his face. All day he’d been thinking of what had happened in that empty classroom. Of Kate and the bizarre closeness that had sprung up between them, isolated from the rest of the world. Even now it felt like a dream. But finally, alone in his room he thought of the things he hadn’t let himself dwell on through the time at work and dinner with his mother. He thought of that closet. Kate kneeling down, the hot sucking wetness of her throat. The sight of her bouncing chest, the swell of her stomach full of his cum.
His room felt too warm, and he struggled to take off his pants past the giant hardness of his stiff cock. Finally free he stroked it, full of thoughts of Kate’s body and how it had felt to blow his load right into her stomach. At the same time miles away Kate lay in her bed, fingers stroking at her clit as she thought of the petite cute boy and his giant dick. His smile, his kind reassurances. The burning stretch of her throat as she’d choked him down. Even remembering Alex’s cute gasps of pleasure made her squirm against her sheets as her fingers caressed her sex. She’d tasted his cum in the back of her mouth all day long, a constant reminder of the debauchery they’d engaged in hidden away in that closet.
Stroking his aching cock Alex fumbled for his phone with his free hand. Pulling it out he started one handedly typing out a message to Kate, feeling oddly brave as he did so. Perhaps he was just too horny, perhaps it was just the novelty of having someone to talk to. Maybe it was Kate herself simply being the most genuinely charming person he’d ever interacted with. Whatever he was, he felt brave. Kate jolted as her phone buzzed, and a scowl crossed her face.
“That dickhead.” She muttered rebelliously as she fished her phone out of her purse while still fingering herself. “Doesn’t text me all day. Then decides to when I’m about to try and go to sleep.” Gritting her teeth in frustration she tore the phone out and flopped back flat against her bed. Looking at the screen she wasn’t surprised to see a short message. But it’s contents did surprise her.
‘So you said something about not minding if I saw your bra?’ Kate’s lips trembled as she fought the urge to smile, even though Alex couldn’t have seen it even if she did. Adding the new number as a contact she typed out a reply. Alex felt his heart rate skyrocket as a reply came back not even a minute later. He’d half expected her to already be asleep.
‘And to think I thought you were the shy and submissive type. Did filling the hottest girl in school full of your seed inflate your ego as much as it did her?’ Alex’s breath came faster now as he stroked himself. Did this count as sexting? Was he sexting Kate? He didn’t know, and truthfully he didn’t care. While he was thinking of a reply another message came through, a picture popping up on his screen. His eyes widened as he saw it. The picture seemed to be a selfie taken by Kate as she lay on her bed. It was dark on one side of the photo, too dark to see anything. But most of Kate’s body was lit up by moonlight, revealing the smooth skin all over as she wore nothing but that black bra and matching panties. Panties that one of her hands had slipped into making it all too clear that her own activities mirrored his. Her hair had spread wildly across the bed sheet, and the moonlight shone mesmerizingly from her bright eyes.
‘I’m speechless. That’s just… so beautiful. I’ve never seen such gorgeous photography, what lens are you using?’ Kate laughed out loud as the message came through, giggling uncontrollably as she struggled to type back a message.
‘Oh? It’s my selfie skills that have you stunned huh? What a dork.’
‘What else could it be? You’re barely wearing anything so it can’t be your fashion sense.’
‘Oh bitch please, I’ve seen how you dress. You should be impressed by my fashion sense if I show up in a potato sack.’ They both continued messaging back and forth, each making the other smile and laugh. Both masturbating to thoughts of the other, imagining the other doing the same. It was the most sleepless night either had in quite a while. Yet was somehow the most satisfying night either could remember having.