The life and times of Lafayette Ryder (Sex & violence)

Lizzie and I started dating after junior prom and we soon became inseparable. She had never had a boyfriend before and clung to me whenever we were together, I just enjoyed her company so much that I would ignore the world and focus on her. She was wonderful, so loving and affectionate, I could never get away from her without at least a half dozen kisses. I always found it funny that she had been so shy and had just opened up to me like that, to her a PDA was nothing more than an excuse to be close to me, tongue kisses and groping, all done by her mind you, were completely acceptable from the get go. I was just happy to be the one receiving all that attention and affection. I had loved her from the moment on prom night when she said yes but it wasn’t until the end of junior year that I knew just how much she loved me.

It was the last day of school, a Friday, and everyone was slacking off, even the teachers. We watched movies and played on our phones and talked all through the day. Students, and a few teachers, ditched the afternoon classes in order to chill or smoke or do whatever it is they wanted to do. During lunch everyone was allowed to leave campus but I stuck around just to be with Lizzie. For forty five minutes we sat in my SUV and held each other. We kissed softly, even in her wilder days she never was one for frantic make outs, she liked slow kisses that expressed all the love we felt for each other. I remember this day in particular for two big reasons; first, it was the first time I was bolt enough to feel up her body. I placed one shaky hand on her lower back and cupped her breast with the other. She laughed at me and I thought I had done something wrong. I panicked and pulled away but she caught one of my hands and placed it back to her body.

“It doesn’t bother you does it? That I’m so flat chested.”

I kissed her then, I rubbed my hands along her slender frame and pulled my lips from hers, just enough to speak but not enough to fully break contact.

“You’re beautiful Lizzie, something like that doesn’t matter.” I put my hand to her left breast. “Besides, if they were any larger I couldn’t feel your heart beat now, and I like that feeling.”

She smiled at my stupid reasoning, my flawed logic. She smiled at me. One of her hands held mine to her chest, the other rested over my own heart.

“Yeah, I like that feeling too.”

Our next kiss was interrupted by the late bell. We scrambled to get inside but once there I just couldn’t leave her on that note. I turned to her, ready to ask that we do something stupid, but she was a few steps ahead of me. I was pulled into an empty classroom and thrown to the ground. For such a small girl Lizzie could be very forceful. From my newly acquired spot on the floor I watched as she locked the door and closed all of the blinds, effectively making us invisible. I smiled but a thought popped into my head.

“I’ll miss wood shop.”

“No, I think you’re in the perfect place for wood shop.” The smile that crept over Lizzie’s lips is locked away in my mind, a memory never to forget.

Getting the just I unbuckled my belt as Lizzie lowered herself onto me. Her kisses were faster than normal, several a minute where other times she would have made them last. Her shirt came off followed by my own and her bra. Her body was perfect, not a single blemish or mark, not an ounce of fat. I ran my fingertips over her spine and she cooed.*Her pants were off and so were mine, my pink boxer brushing against her dark blue panties, something else entirely brushing against her thigh.

She yelped as it came in contact with her skin, I don’t think she expected me to be ready so soon. Her look of surprise turned to an expression of lust as she kissed my lips, my neck, my chest and stomach and finally my thigh. I sighed loudly as she began to run her fingers across my sack and then the tip of my head. Her hands were soft, from moisturizer, and cold from the ac unit blowing on us. Her touch was amazing and I had to fight not to end it all there. She stroked my erect manhood a few more times and then shocked me. She took my head in her mouth, and then the entire length as well. I could feel her lips at the base of my cock, I could feel her tongue swirling around, and I could feel my head resting deep in her throat. I bit a finger and moaned, I was afraid I might shout and alert someone to our position.

Lizzie slowly rose back up to the tip and looked me dead in the eye as she plunged down to the base again. I muffled a scream and tossed my head back, it was too much to take. After just a few minutes of fellatio I came hard as Lizzie rose to the top and came down once more. My seed filled her mouth and throat causing her to gag a bit but she didn’t take me out of her mouth, she didn’t stop. For another minute she sucked on and licked my softening cock. When she was done she looked up at me and swallowed loudly. All I could think was ‘Damn’.

She got up and started to dress but I stopped her. Still on the floor I grabbed her panties and pulled them off to reveal the cleanly shaven snatch behind them. * She placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed me forward and into her. I had almost no experience with oral sex, what little I did posses was from porn videos and what friends said, so I didn’t know what to do. Sensing my hesitation Lizzie began to instruct me on the art of pleasing women. I followed every command. A few minutes later I got the hang of it and went to town, licking and sucking, throwing a finger in here or there to add to the sensations Lizzie was feeling. I knew I was doing well because of the hand on the back of my head that kept clenching my hair and pushing me further into her. The moans of ecstasy were a good hint as well. Being the cheeky bastard I am I good an idea.

I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, not stopping my work as I did, and then the other over my other shoulder. I held onto her soft cheeks and slowly stood up; never once during this series of motions did my tongue cease to move. I stood all the way up, the ceilings in my school were plenty high enough to accommodate such a thing, and ate faster and harder. Both of her hands were grasping my hair and she was moaning loudly every few seconds. Hearing her moans intensify and feeling the juices flowing from her and onto my face lead me to a simple assumption.

I was a beast.

I smiled and continued to pleasure her as best as I could. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and over each lip, I flicked at her clit, resulting in a very pleased squeal, and finally slid right in again. Lizzie was almost screaming now as I worked on her. I knew she would be coming soon so I picked up the pace. I moved my entire head as I went at her, screams of delight were my reward.

With only a second to spare I decided to make things more interesting. I began to suck on her clitoris and then clasped it between my teeth. She squealed again and I bit down, softly, not enough to hurt her or do any damage. It worked as I had hoped and made her scream. Her whole body began to shutter as she climaxed, her muscles clenched and she damn near scalped me with those sharps finger nails of hers.

I let her down and kissed her again on the lips; she embraced me and kissed back. We stayed there for a moment until a knock on the door spooked us. We both dressed quickly and prepared to accept whatever punishment lay beyond the door. There was no other way out and the windows didn’t open more than a crack so we were trapped.

I slowly opened the door, half expecting to find our principal, my wrestling coach, her angry parents, or maybe the police, instead I found a crowd of fifty some students who start cheering and giving me high fives. Lizzie and I made our way through the crowd and headed for our seventh hour classes. I got one more kiss in and she told me that she’ll meet me at my house tonight. I went to wood shop smiling like an idiot.

When I walked into class my shop teacher asks to have a word with me. Shit. We walked out of the room and he turns to me, a dead serious look on his face.

“So I noticed that you skipped, that’s not like you so I went around to see if I could catch ya. I found a crowd around a door down the hall and heard some…strange noises coming from inside. Was that you?”

I was terrified.

“Yes sir, it was my girlfriend and I.”

He looks at me and I was sure I’d get it now. He raised his hand and for a fleeting second I feared that he would strike me, instead he pats me on the shoulder.

“Good job Lafe, just don’t let me catch you skipping class again.”

That was the second best part of my day.