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After a tryst in a school closet brought his activities to the attention of his favorite teacher, Mrs. *** "We really need to get you laid," Tori said before taking an expert sniper shot at one of our opponents, splattering their digital brains all over the landscape.This time, Tori who broke first, though I wasn't far behind. The sniper, and close to half the building they were hiding in, were no longer a problem. We fought, played video games, shared similar interest in toys and comics and women, and slept over at each others' houses all the time. I was already fucking her as hard as I could, but she was fucking insatiable, so I gave her every last bit of gas I had in the tank. " she screamed as her cunt spasmed around my cock, her body collapsing to the bed as she slowed her fucking. I didn't have to guess because I knew the answer the moment I asked the question. Nah, been there, done that, his dick's too small to revisit, especially after I've had your anaconda, but I'd love to make Addison think I was gonna steal her man, give her something to get her panties in a twist over. If I had my way, I'd have tried to change her in the hopes that she could become a better person, but since changing a person never really works, I figured I'd just try to act as her conscience when I could, and when I couldn't, just staying the fuck out of the way. If you get it, how about Brooke and I take you out for something special? I very nearly said "it's a date," but stopped myself because Kaitlyn and I weren't dating. We never went out to do anything romantically, but we were good at making out and hot sex, and were finally figuring out how to talk to each other, so that was something. It was, like any of the less funded rooms at school, a collection of a thousand different artifacts from a thousand different eras, all expected to serve the needs of our school right here, right now.We've jokingly sent each other favorite porn clips and pictures we've found online in the past, and, well, in a lot of ways, I've always thought about her as one of the guys. "Well, she may not be perfect, but I think I'm actually helping her out some," I said, walking toward the front door. "Hey, hey, I'm cumming too, I'm cumming," I said, wanting instruction on where she wanted it. I may have been on the anti-social side, but I was looking forward to the chance of working alongside people with more similar interests to me. It's me and Addison Gonzalez in the front running right now, and no way in hell am I letting that slut win over me," Kaitlyn said. "Kyle Bowman." My archnemesis, the hero of Regan Hills High School and its biggest asshole all wrapped up in a giant, walking pile of blonde meat. There were framed front pages from the Puma Press going back forty years to various significant historical events (all covered with the delicacy of a high school paper), and islands of tables, no two of which matched each other, each surrounded by mismatched and damaged chairs clearly salvaged from classrooms that didn't need them anymore.That's not to say I didn't know she was pretty cute, for a bisexual tomboy. Bitch has been telling me she'd get me for weeks now; never thought she'd actually find my server," Tori said. Just remember, you interview for the paper tomorrow after school; Nadia values promptness. Give my regards to Kaitlyn." I picked up my backpack and packed my laptop inside of it. Tori called after me jokingly, "Well, if you ever get around to helping out her pussy, let me know, right? Kaitlyn wasn't too picky whether I'd cum in her pussy or on her face or tits or in her mouth. "And once you nail that interview-" "IF I nail that interview," I interrupted. Now, strictly speaking Homecoming wasn't exactly something I looked forward to, since it was pretty much just an excuse to wave around the school pride while hyping up a football game that'd bore anyone to tears and crowning people I didn't know and didn't care about king and queen at a dance I wouldn't attend. I wasn't so sure about that; Addison Gonzalez was a lot nicer than, if not as smart as, Kaitlyn, and was every bit as beautiful. It wasn't long ago that he gave me the offer to choose between doing his homework and having him humiliate me in front of the entire school, and riding high off of just having tittyfucked Haley Campbell, I told him to fuck off. Kyle Bowman wasn't the kind of guy to let grudges die easy. Technology was scant, with a giant and ancient copying machine in one corner making strange noises even though it wasn't in use, a ring of computers around the room of varying usefulness depending on their age (some of them had to date back to the '90s), and a sign leading to a black doorway at the far end of the room that read "Dark Room", which would've been useful in the days before all cameras were digital.She was a shade taller than me and slender, with pale, freckled skin, a cute face, and a mess of curly red hair I don't think she's ever tried to tame. I knew Izzy Barnes, if just in passing because we had similar friend groups. Don't show up on time, and it'll be both of our asses, and if it's both of our asses with her, then your ass is mine after that." I raised my hand in promise. "Oh, come on, she's not that bad." "You know what they say about people when someone says they're not that bad? This time she crawled off of me and lay on her back, jacking me slowly until I grunted and came all over her face and massive tits, spurt after spurt landing on her tongue, lips, neck, everywhere. "Oh, come on, have some fucking confidence, if this is something you want, you'll kick its ass. The games they had at the carnival beforehand, though, those were fun, especially if Tori and I were hanging out. Who knew what things would be like with my new status quo? While Kaitlyn would've won her votes by fighting for them, Addison was likely to have won her votes simply by being Addison. It was a mess of a room, but it had a smell, an energy to it that I liked.

After a tryst in a school closet brought his activities to the attention of his favorite teacher, Mrs. *** "We really need to get you laid," Tori said before taking an expert sniper shot at one of our opponents, splattering their digital brains all over the landscape.

This time, Tori who broke first, though I wasn't far behind. The sniper, and close to half the building they were hiding in, were no longer a problem. We fought, played video games, shared similar interest in toys and comics and women, and slept over at each others' houses all the time. I was already fucking her as hard as I could, but she was fucking insatiable, so I gave her every last bit of gas I had in the tank. " she screamed as her cunt spasmed around my cock, her body collapsing to the bed as she slowed her fucking. I didn't have to guess because I knew the answer the moment I asked the question. Nah, been there, done that, his dick's too small to revisit, especially after I've had your anaconda, but I'd love to make Addison think I was gonna steal her man, give her something to get her panties in a twist over. If I had my way, I'd have tried to change her in the hopes that she could become a better person, but since changing a person never really works, I figured I'd just try to act as her conscience when I could, and when I couldn't, just staying the fuck out of the way. If you get it, how about Brooke and I take you out for something special? I very nearly said "it's a date," but stopped myself because Kaitlyn and I weren't dating. We never went out to do anything romantically, but we were good at making out and hot sex, and were finally figuring out how to talk to each other, so that was something. It was, like any of the less funded rooms at school, a collection of a thousand different artifacts from a thousand different eras, all expected to serve the needs of our school right here, right now.

We've jokingly sent each other favorite porn clips and pictures we've found online in the past, and, well, in a lot of ways, I've always thought about her as one of the guys. "Well, she may not be perfect, but I think I'm actually helping her out some," I said, walking toward the front door. "Hey, hey, I'm cumming too, I'm cumming," I said, wanting instruction on where she wanted it. I may have been on the anti-social side, but I was looking forward to the chance of working alongside people with more similar interests to me. It's me and Addison Gonzalez in the front running right now, and no way in hell am I letting that slut win over me," Kaitlyn said. "Kyle Bowman." My archnemesis, the hero of Regan Hills High School and its biggest asshole all wrapped up in a giant, walking pile of blonde meat. There were framed front pages from the Puma Press going back forty years to various significant historical events (all covered with the delicacy of a high school paper), and islands of tables, no two of which matched each other, each surrounded by mismatched and damaged chairs clearly salvaged from classrooms that didn't need them anymore.

That's not to say I didn't know she was pretty cute, for a bisexual tomboy. Bitch has been telling me she'd get me for weeks now; never thought she'd actually find my server," Tori said. Just remember, you interview for the paper tomorrow after school; Nadia values promptness. Give my regards to Kaitlyn." I picked up my backpack and packed my laptop inside of it. Tori called after me jokingly, "Well, if you ever get around to helping out her pussy, let me know, right? Kaitlyn wasn't too picky whether I'd cum in her pussy or on her face or tits or in her mouth. "And once you nail that interview-" "IF I nail that interview," I interrupted. Now, strictly speaking Homecoming wasn't exactly something I looked forward to, since it was pretty much just an excuse to wave around the school pride while hyping up a football game that'd bore anyone to tears and crowning people I didn't know and didn't care about king and queen at a dance I wouldn't attend. I wasn't so sure about that; Addison Gonzalez was a lot nicer than, if not as smart as, Kaitlyn, and was every bit as beautiful. It wasn't long ago that he gave me the offer to choose between doing his homework and having him humiliate me in front of the entire school, and riding high off of just having tittyfucked Haley Campbell, I told him to fuck off. Kyle Bowman wasn't the kind of guy to let grudges die easy. Technology was scant, with a giant and ancient copying machine in one corner making strange noises even though it wasn't in use, a ring of computers around the room of varying usefulness depending on their age (some of them had to date back to the '90s), and a sign leading to a black doorway at the far end of the room that read "Dark Room", which would've been useful in the days before all cameras were digital.

She was a shade taller than me and slender, with pale, freckled skin, a cute face, and a mess of curly red hair I don't think she's ever tried to tame. I knew Izzy Barnes, if just in passing because we had similar friend groups. Don't show up on time, and it'll be both of our asses, and if it's both of our asses with her, then your ass is mine after that." I raised my hand in promise. "Oh, come on, she's not that bad." "You know what they say about people when someone says they're not that bad? This time she crawled off of me and lay on her back, jacking me slowly until I grunted and came all over her face and massive tits, spurt after spurt landing on her tongue, lips, neck, everywhere. "Oh, come on, have some fucking confidence, if this is something you want, you'll kick its ass. The games they had at the carnival beforehand, though, those were fun, especially if Tori and I were hanging out. Who knew what things would be like with my new status quo? While Kaitlyn would've won her votes by fighting for them, Addison was likely to have won her votes simply by being Addison. It was a mess of a room, but it had a smell, an energy to it that I liked.

She favored loose, long-sleeved shirts, overalls and boots, but I'd had enough gym classes with her to know she was hiding a half-decent body under it all. She was a hyper little thing with choppy hair dyed bright blue, and a fashion sense of mostly bright colors. Drained, I fell back onto the bed, panting and staring up at the ceiling. Once you nail that interview, I'll promise you the exclusive once I become homecoming queen," Kaitlyn said. "Besides, if I win, I get to make her boyfriend my king and make her crazy jealous. It was an intimidating kind of feeling, one of rushed deadlines and fierce argument, the kinds of things I normally tried to avoid, but somehow it felt right to me.