Melissa was perfectly comfortable with all her guy friends. She only have one friend that was a girl, Carly. She was fourteen, and her hormones were raging. She had fantasies about all her friends, even Carly. She wished she could live them out, especially the ones involving Jordan. Jordan was a basketball, football, and baseball player; not to mention she’d seen plenty of his boners and knew he wasn’t small. In fact, from what Melissa could tell Jordan, at fifteen, had a grown man’s penis. She got wet just thinking about how long it was.
In the shower that morning, she was having a fantasy about Jordan (again). This time he was in the shower with her. The hairbrush she was using to penetrate herself was his dick. He was moaning and talking dirty to her, ramming her tight pussy from behind. Too soon, Melissa’s mother yelled upstairs for her to get out of the shower. She was still wet and hadn’t climaxed.
She dressed in a provocative outfit, booty shorts that said “Juicy” on the butt and a low cut purple tube top that threatened to fall off her 40D breasts with every step she took. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment then went downstairs and laced up her new converses.
“Melissa,” her mother said. “Isn’t that a little inappropriate for school.”
“If it were, you wouldn’t let me wear it, right?” she argued. “You’re the one that bought the shirt, I’m merely showing off the gift my mother gave me.” The gift of fairly large tits, she thought, smiling. Melissa slung her bag over her shoulder and left.
Melissa wasn’t vain, but she loved getting stared at by all the guys, even some girls and a few teachers, as she walked by. Melissa wasn’t skinny, but not fat either. One hundred twenty-six pounds of beauty. Malcolm, one of Melissa’s best guy friends and an avid baseball player, seemed to notice too.
“Hey,” he said, flipping his hair to the side and leaning casually against the locker next to hers.
“No, Malcolm,” she teased. “I’m not taking my top off.” It was a joke, all her friends- except Carly- joked with her like that all the time.
“Good,” he played back. “Because I don’t need to see those things naked to know that you‘re happy to see me.” His tone was serious and joking as he glanced down at her tits.
“Looks like someone is unsuccessfully making his move,” another familiar voice said. Melissa’s favorite voice, Jordan’s.
Jordan was tall, muscular yet lean, and gorgeous. He had light brown eyes and skin to match. He had perfect teeth and a smile to go with it. As a bonus, Melissa noticed he was sporting more than a black shirt and jeans when she glanced down at his pants. Jordan didn’t notice.
“Not completely,” Malcolm said, tilting his head downward.
Jordan glanced down. “Whoa, Mel! Turn off your headlights.”
All three laughed, but Melissa felt her nipples tingle a little as Jordan looked at her chest.
“See you in class.” She stuck her tongue out at Malcolm and he growled seductively, still joking.
Chris, another basketball player, had the same homeroom as Melissa. She glanced down at herself as she walked in, seeing if her “headlights” were still on. Nope.
“Hola,” Chris greeted her.
Melissa smiled at him, taking her usually seat in front of him. She turning around to talk to him as the teacher did something on the computer.
“So what’s up?” she asked.
Chris only rolled his eyes. “Just broke up with Kayla,” he informed her. “I’m a free man!” He laughed, and she joined him.
When the bell rang Melissa rejoiced. That sound meant first period; first period meant a whole hour sitting next to Jordan.
As Melissa sat down she realized she was still wet from this morning. Jordan was smirking when she took her seat. As Mr. Bane began his lecture, Melissa leaned her head back and closed her eyes, and she began to fantasize about Jordan again.
Steaming water rolled down her body, Jordan’s hands found her breasts from behind and he was playing with them. He kissed her neck and was whispering dirty things in her ear. His cock, which she pictured to be eight inches, just limp, in this fantasy was growing, touching the back of her thigh, moving upward quickly. It kept growing until it was in between her slightly parted legs. “I want to be inside you,” Jordan whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. She only leaned her head back and began a passionate kiss in response. He moved his hips back without breaking the kiss and then, slowly, he was inside her. Her virginity was gone, and she was happy about it. He was pumping her slowly, and her hips moved back and forth to increase the pleasure. Her could feel her pussy tighten around him as the thrusts got faster. In the background a phone rang . . . .
When Melissa opened her eyes everyone was picking up books and leaving. Her breathing was deep, but quiet. Jordan was having a hard time not cracking up, but his breath was coming as hers was. Melissa wondered if she’d done anything other than breath weird. She was pretty good at keeping control of herself as she daydreamed in class, the last thing she needed was to be remembered as the girl who fingered herself during class.
“What’s funny?” Melissa asked casually as they left the classroom together.
“Nothing,” he said breathlessly, still chuckling.