Sommerstall Academy

‘My parents come home tomorrow,’ Florence whines as we walk out of school. We spent most of yesterday together, just reading as planned. Still, my girl doesn’t seem to be sick of me yet since she’s dragging me to the parking lot where her Scooter is.

We both put on our helmets and off we go. Yep, you heard me right, two helmets. Florence got me my own without my knowing. That’s alright though, at least she’s wearing hers now.

‘What do you feel like doing?’ I ask, sitting down on her bed.

‘Watch a movie? We still have a few Harry Potters to go,’ she says, joining me. By that I mean she pretty much lays on top of me. Not that I mind.

‘Sounds good,’ I agree. She puts on the third one only to give me the first kiss on my cheek about five minutes in. I smile at the show of affection and happily let her trail kisses down the side of my neck. When she starts sucking on my skin right below the jaw, my smile falls away and I hold in a groan. She must notice my shift in moods since she smiles against my skin.

‘What about the movie?’ I ask her.

‘You can still watch it. Besides I want to take advantage of being home alone. I don’t know when my parents will leave again and until then you have to hide,’ she whispers against my skin, leaving goosebumps in her wake. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ she asks, her head coming up so she can look at me.

‘The floor’s yours,’ I tell her. You won’t ever catch me denying this girl anything. Especially when it comes to this.

My girl shifts so she’s straddling my hips before she goes back to kissing and nibbling my neck. I pretend to be watching the movie when really, it takes all my effort not to slam my lips to hers and forget all about it.

When she reaches the base of my throat, she tugs at my shirt. I help her take it off and ball my hands to firsts at my sides as her hungry eyes take me in. If I don’t, I’ll start touching her and I’m trying to let her run the show. The girl continues her sweet torture, taking her time kissing every inch of my skin. Then she reaches the waistband of my pants and her eyes find mine.

‘Can you tell me what to do?’ she asks softly. Damn but my dick twitches at that. I’ve been hard for the last fifteen minutes and her looking at me like this isn’t helping.

‘Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything,’ I assure her.

‘I know that, Elija. I want to. If you do.’

‘Florence, you could do about anything to me and I’d be down so don’t worry about me,’ I chuckle. Apparently, that’s the confirmation she needed since she starts tugging my pants off. Then there we are, me fully naked while she takes me in. When she leans town, kissing me below the navel like I did to her, I grab the sheets tighter. It’s been a while since I got any action and the anticipation is killing me, as pathetic as that may sound.

The girl gently wraps her hand around the base of my dick, stroking me twice before bringing it to her lips. She licks my tip, looking up at me shily. I decide to moan freely so she knows that I like what she’s doing.

She opens her mouth wider and starts sucking me in an inch at a time. When I hit the back of her throat, I groan.

‘Fuck, Florence,’ I breathe out when she starts moving her head up and down, stroking the part she can’t take with her hand.

As she goes on, I can feel my release gathering at the base of my spine.

‘If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down that pretty little throat of yours,’ I say with some effort. The girl doesn’t stop though. Instead, she speeds up, holding my gaze until I can’t hold back anymore. My eyes fall shut and I come with her name on my lips.

Florence swallows every last drop of my release, cleaning the edges of her mouth with her thumb. Then she comes up to kiss me gently.

‘Was that okay?’ she asks softly. I cup her face, stroking her cheeks with my thumb as I often do.

‘More than okay.’ Noticing she’s still hovering above me, I take her by the hips and pull her down. She’s sitting on my stomach and as she makes contact with my skin, I can feel the wet fabric of her panties. You see, my girl’s wearing a skirt and I wonder now if she planned this when she got dressed in the morning. I smirk at that. ‘Did that turn you on?’ I ask her.

Her cheeks burn up and she tries to look away but I tilt her chin so she’s forced to look at me.

‘Maybe a little,’ she admits. Without a word, I flip us so she’s below me. Then I let my hand travel down the side of her body before going up her thigh beneath her skirt. I wait at the edge of her underwear to see if she’ll stop me but when she doesn’t, I slip two fingers beneath the fabric.

‘A little?’ I tease her, feeling how drenched she is. The girl whimpers as I start rubbing her clit before moving a finger up and down her slit. ‘I think sucking me off and making me come did more than turn you on a little.’

Florence groans before tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling my lips down to meet hers. The kiss is desperate, tongues and teeth clashing. I see someone likes to be talked dirty to.

Florence starts grinding against my hand as soon as I slipped two fingers inside of her. Then she pulls away from the kiss and fumbles with her words. It’s cute to see her this flustered but I don’t slow down my thrusts to make it any easier for her.

‘Do you-‘ she breaks off in a moan as I press my thumb to her clit. ‘Can you go again?’ she finally gasps out. I’m surprised by her words but when she starts moving against my hand, I make sure not to let my movements falter. Truth is, I got hard again as soon as I felt how needy she was.

‘We had our date. And I’m sure,’ she adds breathlessly, probably noticing my indecision. ‘Do you want to?’ she asks. I nod slowly. ‘Do you have a condom?’ I nod again. Then, curling my fingers inside of her, I watch with a smirk as her eyes close and she moans again.

Before she can come, I pull out of her. Her eyes snap open and she glares at me. Now there’s the fire I’ve been waiting for.

‘Really?’ she asks, making me chuckle.

‘Getting the condom, remember?’ I tease her before taking my wallet from my pants to pull out a condom. I place it next to her and kiss her. I can tell she’s confused but even if she’s ready, I won’t rush this.

I only break the kiss to take off her shirt, then skirt. Only in her underwear, she spreads her legs for me again and pulls me flush against her. Feeling her warm skin against mine nearly has me moaning and I decide her bra needs to come off. She arches her back for me, apparently having had the same thought.

I’d love to look at her the way she did me but Florence pulls me tightly against her before I get the chance.

I feel her stiff peaks against my chest and push her further into the mattress. She reaches for the condom and holds it out to me, breaking the kiss.

‘Please,’ she begs.