The next ten days passed like tik-tok of the hour. I was helping myself in the canteen when Mrs. Skeeter called me in her office. She was looking sick. She pointed towards the pile of dusty books and said, "Take it to Mr. Barton!"
"May I ask you, why?"
"He has to take extra classes of the juniors," replied Mrs. Skeeter.
My happiness turned into a cold dead smile. I had thought he would kiss me but it turned out to be a boring day without any kiss and time. He tried to reach out to me many times but every time he did so, a student would disturb him or a staff member would pop out of nowhere and would ask him futile questions. I was feeling more ignored and annoyed than I ever felt before. I spent the whole day yelling at juniors. Thankfully, at noon, he was finally free; he approached me as if he had done a huge blunder and was trying to fix it. Don't know why, after meeting him I felt all my anger vanishing in a few seconds. But I expressed all my grief and disappointment while chatting with him at night. He was feeling the same. The one thing that amused me was the confession he made that night about my fortitude. Yup, I am a strong girl!
The next day, I was determined to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her badly. The day was fully packed and I felt more tired than ever but I was firm about my planning to kiss her. It was the end of school hours when finally I got some time for myself. It was again P.T. classes. She was looking at me with a mischievous teasing look in her eyes. I found that outstandingly entertaining. It was almost the time she was heading back for the class when I called her near the changing room which was fortunately vacant at that time. I was perspiring heavily. Nervousness was overriding me like hell. She was not looking uneasy at all. Her face had a tempting attractive smile which incited me as always. The situation turned out to be more complicated than ever. I wanted to kiss her but I was feeling so nervous that I could not help myself out of it so easily. I was looking here and there making sure no one was present nearby. I knew that there was absolutely no one but I was trying to make myself a hundred percent sure about it before taking the daring step. When I felt like this would not work any longer, I drew close to her. I leaned towards her to kiss her but don't know what had possessed her all of a sudden; she did not face me straight instead she showed a trace of uneasiness and was looking around. I thought this would not work; I was thinking about giving up when she kissed me. All of a sudden, all the nervousness and all the disappointment vanished with the awakening of pleasure and desire.
I kissed her slowly feeling her delicate juicy lip. It was a completely new sensation. I could feel the hormones in my body exciting. I pulled her closer and kissed her hard. My tongue was playing with hers. I wanted all of it; it was uncontrollable. I sucked her lower lip hard kissing her madly. I pulled her as close as possible. And there was a moment when my aroused dick felt the touch of her provoked but the clothed vagina. That lasted hardly for a moment; I wanted to feel it more but maybe, she was feeling uncomfortable. She pushed back a little to prevent the contact of the genitals, still kissing me perfectly. It was a strong feeling; a concoction of sexual desire and emotions. I did not want to let her go but she pushed back concluding the kiss with a satisfied smile on her face. "I should get going now."
November 10; I had my first kiss. I wanted to feel it longer but the fear of getting noticed prevented me from doing so. It could be more interesting if it was not his first kiss also. The last thing that I told him before leaving was to practice kissing using his hand. "It's very simple. You just need to hold your hand making a fist and just kiss the upper portion of the hand as you like." I just gave him an expert's tip of cracking the kissing part of romance but never thought that he would take it that seriously; he practiced how to kiss using my advice every day.
The days passed by very quickly and peacefully with desires and utter unconsciousness. I was enjoying every single day with enthusiasm and hope of living. I got amused seeing him striving for sexual pleasure from me. Dealing with other students and sidewise giving sexual attention to me was not that easy. He used to touch me and tickle me in the meantime while everyone was busy with themselves. I always helped to make the situation more dangerous and erotic for him by giving dares to him. I remember very well what I had said after being kissed for the first time.
"I don't like kisses." He accepted that fact without any hesitation. I was surprised to see his way of dealing with things and respecting my likings. To be true, he had never kissed anyone before and had never practiced how to kiss and that is why he was not that good at kissing. I did not say anything; I told him to practice. I wanted him to be perfect at kissing; so perfect that I would not stop kissing him till death.
'That was just a lie. I love to kiss a lot.'
It was the same unusual gloomy noon when he approached me in the empty locker room with a provoked look in his eyes and pulled me closer, kissing me slowly. I could feel myself coming. I had never thought he would be that perfect at kissing. I needed it so much. This time I did not push back instead I pulled him even more closer; I was feeling the warmth of his aroused dick. My lips were stuck onto his lips and our tongues were playing with each other. Soon, my vagina filled with the elixir of desires. My hands were on his waist and my fingers, still playing with his body. The kiss sustained romantically for a couple of minutes till I released him with a fear of someone watching us kissing. From that noon, we used to kiss each other every noon before leaving for home till 25th November.
As the sexual desires were at their peak, both of us were dying for having sex on the day of love. Previously, it was decided to have sex on her birthday but later on, the date was postponed by a day as she needed to be eligible for booking a room in a hotel. She was not satisfied with the needy change. She wanted to have sex as soon as she turns eighteen. It was one of her delicate fascinations.
It was an erotic afternoon on her birthday when she was mad at me for not having anything on her birthday. I tried to convince her as much as possible but she was sounding sad all the time. She did not come to school that day. She had come to return the issued books from the library. I had that brilliant plan on my mind. I called her to the back end of the library, which was under renovation and where students were strictly prohibited there. I called her behind the large old English dusty bookshelf placed at the end of the library. I looked at her; she was looking both anxious and horny at the same time. There was a bench present behind the bookshelf. She sat on the desk and looked at me blankly, waiting for something to happen. I made sure that there was no one nearby, approached her, and then pulled her closer and kissed her hard, pulling her more closer. I was feeling mad with desires playing with my head. I kissed her madly. I kissed her as hard as possible; I did not want it to end at all. I pushed my dick against her vagina, feeling the warmness of her vagina over the jeans. She was groaning calmly, rubbing her vagina against my aroused penis. I could not stop kissing her till I noticed that her lips turned pale and blue. I kissed her on her neck and licked her ears and cheeks, watching her taking absolute pleasure. My dick wanted to get out from the boundary of my trouser pants. I kissed her again slowly. Both of us were totally out of control. We needed much more than that. We were not playing sex; we were 'playing with sex''. I slowly kissed her while getting down towards her swollen breasts. I kissed her breasts above the thick cotton top. I kissed her nipples and sucked them slowly over the cloth only. She was whinged at little and hold onto me tight. I was feeling hungry and wanted her all. The area of the top over her breasts was wet with my saliva. I was enjoying it very much. My left hand slipped to her vagina and I rubbed her clit slowly. Her panties were wet already. I wanted to taste the love but it was out of my limit at that time to do so. (We were at the library.) While we were busy kissing, she pushed her hand inside my tight pants and touched my bared dick. Her touch made me excited; my body wanted it more and more; my dick wanted to push into her creamy wet vagina eagerly. I split her thighs and rubbed my clothed dick against her clothed clit. She hugged me closer and tighter. I shook her with full force. We had reached the state of climax where both of us madly wanted to undress. I did not want to stop shaking her when I heard something fall. It was a book. Someone was taking out a book from the bookshelf. What a shame! I told her to get out of the place at once and call me at midnight. She did the same and left the library without waiting there for a minute more. At night, we discussed the date and time for the meeting for the next evening.