Today was not a good day. I woke up late, my teachers are bastards, and the kids here are all immature fruit cakes that need to get a life. 

"I can't wait until school ends. Only ten more minutes! Then, I can finally get my hug and take a nap." I said to my friend, Ariel. 

"Ah, I know exactly where you're coming from. But, unlike you, I've got to go to the frickin' dentist."

"Hey, are you going to the basketball game tonight? Oh my GOD! There's a basketball game tonight. I totally forgot. As much as I love Pep Band, sometimes it is extremely inconvenient. Well, there goes my entire chance of getting any sleep tonight!"

"Well, you're staying after school, right? Sleep in the band room. The people in pit orchestra are going to be practicing for the musical, so no one will bother you."

"Good idea, good idea. Kudos to you! Well, hey we have like one minute until the bell rings, so I'll catch ya later."

BEEP

It's such a magical sight to be seen when the last bell rings. Everyone gets up as one and rushes out of the door, pushing and shoving and trying the make it to their locker the quickest. Lucky for me, I don't have to hurry because I walk home. Regardless, I don't like being the last one up stairs. Walking briskly to my locker occasionally saying a friendly "Hi" to my friends that I see along the way, my mind is weighing me down. As soon as I'm in front of my section of lockers, I drop my things. Twist the dial left, twist the dial right, pop! The dial stops. "I WANT OUT OF THIS SCHOOL," I scream inside my head. I'm so happy when I'm done packing up. I grab my coat and shut my locker of Hell. I run down the stairs carefully so as not to trip. I've recently developed a fear of tripping on them and diving onto the landing face first. I've never broken a bone and I don't intend on starting, although there have been times when I'm very surprised that I didn't. As soon as I'm off the stairs, I hurry to my friend's locker. 

"LAUREN! Where are you?" I yelled.

"I'm right here," she replied to me.

"Ah, thank God for you. I am about to go and kill someone. Today has just not been a good day!"

"I'm sorry... Well, we have band tonight so that's something to look forward to."

"Yeah, it is, I guess. I am also looking forward to the nap that I'll be taking while you're at pit." 

"Haha. You're such a dork. I swear, you practically live in the band room."

"I Know, and I love it!"

With that we hurried off to the band room, only to find it bustling with people waiting for pit to start. "Where's Mr. Anderson?" I thought to myself. Mr. Anderson is our absolutely gorgeous student teacher from the nearby university. He's 21 years old, raven-black hair that's constantly spiked, the most beautiful stark-blue eyes, around 6'1", and has one of the best male butts I have ever seen. I can tell from the clothes that he wears that he is very well built in more ways than one. I set my things down in the first row, reserved for the flutes and other high-woodwinds, and started to make a little nest. I used some of the clothes that I had brought with me for my pillow. It was actually pretty comfortable. I decided not to pass out until everyone left for pit, so me and Lauren could talk until 3 about different things. She told me that she again asked Jake why he would continue not to date me, and he said that he's thought about changing his mind. I was fairly surprised, seeing as he's so stubborn. He seems to have more difficulties in dating younger women and was worried about giving me a chance. I'm glad that things are finally turning around for him. We continued with our conversation until 2:55, when Lauren told me that she had to go and that she'd come and see me during her break. I kicked off my shoes got as comfortable as I could. As soon as she left, I immediately fell asleep. Come to find out, that slumber would not go undisturbed for very long. I woke up fifteen minutes later to find myself shivering from cold. I decided to take the nearest coat that I could find, curl up in the fetal position, and wrap it around me. Soon after doing so, I drifted back off into my little dream world. It seemed that I had slept for a long time, but once again I was mistaken. I woke up to find the most gorgeous man gently shaking me. As soon as I got my bearings, I finally registered that the familiar face was Mr. Anderson. I think that I about died right there. 

"What time is it?" I asked with a sleep-ridden sound in my voice. 

"Umm, it's about 3:30. Are you ok?" He replied.

All of a sudden, I broke down into tears. "Oh my gosh. Only 3:30. I must be destined to not get any sleep today, and apparently I am not ok. I've just had a really bad day and have been trying to get to sleep for the past forty minutes and I keep getting woken up for various reasons."

Trying to calm me down, Mr. Anderson took me into his arms and held me with a special gentleness that has never been experienced by me before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. I'm not sure how long we were like this, but he didn't let me go at all. He held me and rocked me and held me some more. As soon as I'd calmed down enough for him to talk to and understand me, I told him how sorry I was that this had happened. 

"I feel so embarrassed. I am so, so sorry. I'm sure that this isn't a part of me that you would ever want to see. Really Mr Anderson, I'm sorry." 

"Call me Brandon from now on. And don't worry about it. I'll stay here with you for as long as you need me."

I think that I really was in heaven. Imagine having the most gorgeous man you had ever seen with his arms around you. I could feel his body against mine, the hard muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen. I was loving every minute of it. I snuggled closer to him to where I was breathing softly on his neck and had my lips pressing ever so slightly against him. He smelt so good. I could tell that he was loving this just as much as I was. I felt that he had started to slowly rub my back in gentle circles. I shivered whenever he got near my lower back. He felt this, and asked me, "Are you cold?" "A little bit, yeah," I replied. And with that he held me closer. I hadn't realized that the jean skirt I was wearing had ridden up to show most of my thigh, but Brandon had.

"Did you know that it was my coat that was wrapped around you?" he asked me.

"Umm, no, actually. I had no idea! I'm sorry about that. I just grabbed whichever one was closest."

"Hey, it's ok. Actually, it's more than ok. You smell so good that I don't mind having your wonderful scent in my coat."

I blushed vividly. "It's funny that you say that. You smell like Heaven."

He laughed at me. And then, he bent down, tilted my head up, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I had no idea what was happening. Every thought in the world was racing in my head at that very instant. I felt like a bomb had gone off inside of me. I went completely limp in his arms and just stared at him with my bright, hazel eyes. It took me about a minute to figure out what had just happened, but when I did, I kissed him right back with the same gentleness he had done to me. We sit there, locked together in the sweetest of kisses, with the passion arising between us. I felt his tongue lick my lips and I parted them to allow him entrance. Our tongues danced the dance of passion, entwined in each other. I could feel him growing harder underneath me. Suddenly, I broke away from the kiss to ask him, "What if someone walks in?" We had totally forgotten that the doors were wide open, the lights were on, and there were hundreds of people still in the school. He told me to hold on and that he knows where we can go. He lifted me off of him with a teasing kiss right next to my lips, and went to get the keys out of the office. He came back, grabbed my hand, and led me into the practice room. The light was off, and the door could be easily locked. Just in case anyone came in, I decided to grab an instrument case and music so that we'd have an excuse to be in there alone together. We shuffled in and quickly shut and locked the door. With that, he was on me in an instant. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. With his member being pressed against my stomach, I could tell that he was growing bigger every second. I began to unbutton his shirt with my teeth; I had to get my hands on his chest. It took me about thirty seconds to finish that task. I pulled out the tail that he had tucked into his pants and tore it off of his body. His chest was as beautiful as I had imagined. He began to fidget with my shirts. He unzipped my light sweatshirt, and helped me to take off the t-shirt that I was wearing underneath. He slid off the cami that I was wearing with ease and I was just standing there in my bra and skirt. The passion in that little room was so heavy that you could almost see the sparks. Next went my skirt. He got down onto his knees, unzipped my skirt, and slid it down over my sexy legs. "I had always thought that you would have a very athletic build, but wow!" he whispered to me. He kissed my stomach and trailed his kisses all the way back to my neck. I was standing in my lacy white bra with my sheer blue thong. By now, Brandon had a raging hardon that was easily visible no matter how he tried to hide it. I wanted to feel him in me so badly. 

"Gosh, am I going to be the only one half-naked here?" I joked. "Here, let me help you with those." I slid my hands down his back, onto his muscular rear end. With my hands resting where they were, I turned around and rubbed my own slightly covered bum into his crotch. He groaned so loudly that I was sure someone would discover us. "Shhh!" I whispered. "We've got to be quiet in here. The kids in the Orchestra room can hear us through the walls." I turned back around and once again, undid his buttons and zipper with my teeth. I slid his pants down his legs while leaving his boxers on. If he wasn't made of steel before, he certainly was now. His dick was making the biggest tent in his boxers that I audibly gasped. He just laughed at me, for the second time today. "Oh, you think it's funny? I'll show you funny!" I slowly slid his boxers down his legs, taking my time to make sure to tease him. Erect, his penis was at least 8 inches long, making me smile to myself. When they were down to his feet, I kissed my way back up his legs. I went excruciatingly slowly. I stopped right along the dip between his pelvis and thigh. I licked right around his penis, making sure not to touch it until the moment was right. "Patience, grasshopper," I whispered to him. He was groaning and I could tell that he was just dying from having to wait. Suddenly, I sunk my mouth around his head. I twirled my tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was already leaking out. I made my way down his shaft, but knew that especially since this was my first time giving head there was no way that I could take him all the way. I took him out of my mouth and licked all around the base while massaging his balls and jerking him off at the same time. By now, I was dripping wet and couldn't wait for him to get a hold of me. I continued to lick him until I made my way back up the shaft. I took as much as I could in my mouth and sucked my best, while still jerking what I couldn't get. He started moaning very loudly to the sounds of my slurping on his member. "Oh my gosh Arian, ohhh--I'm about--to---ugh--explode!" He could barely get the words out he was moaning so much. I felt his balls tighten in my hand, and that was when he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but some still escaped out the sides of my mouth. I loved the taste of his juice. I sucked him until he stopped cumming, and then I licked the mess off of the side of him.

"Wow," was just about all he could say. "Was that you're first time?"

"Yup, yup it was."

"Oh my gosh, you're amazing. Now, let me give you something in return." He whispered huskily.

He picked me up and layed me on the ground. He kissed me deeply with the passion of fire engulfing wood, and made his way down my body. When he got to my breasts, he unhooked my bra that I was still wearing, and slid it off. He smiled at me and told me that my breasts were so cute and small. When he got hold of my nipples, it seemed that he just couldn't stop playing with them. He licked them, sucked them, pinched them, and nibbled them until he got them hard as pebbles. He continued to leave the lightest kisses down my body. He especially took a long time kissing my flat and sculpted stomach. I was squirming with anticipation by the time he reached my underwear. I guess that now I know what it feels like to be teased the same way that I did him. "Now, what are we going to do with these?" He asked me, tracing his fingers along the sides of my underwear. He slid his hands beneath the straps resting on my hips and pulled them down my legs. We were stark naked. I was almost feeling relieved that I had re-shaved my pussy this morning. I was completely hairless except for a small patch right above my hood, and there still wasn't much hair there. I liked to keep trim. "Beautiful" was all he said. He spread my legs for me and licked around my inner thighs. He licked around my lips to get my real wet and then plunged his tongue into my dark crevice. I was on fire. He found my clit and licked and sucked for what seemed like an eternity. He even nibbled once in a while. When he inserted a finger in, that only made things better. His efforts brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm. I had masturbated regularly for about five years, but had never felt an orgasm such as this one. It was heavenly. "Ohhhh, Brandon, oh my God." I said while still trembling. He just smiled at me and kissed me. We continued kissing and exchanging our passionate embraces for a good ten minutes before he asked me, "Are you ready?"

"I think so... I'm so nervous, but I want it to be with you. You're amazing, and I think that I love you. Ever since I saw you, I've loved you. I always thought that maybe we were supposed to be together, but felt like a fool when I considered the likelihood of that happening."

"You are no fool, Arian. Not at all. I've felt the exact same way for God knows how long. I've dreamt about this ever since I first layed eyes on you. I love everything about you, and there is nothing that I would change about you."

"You're not just saying that so you can take me?"

"No, never. I do really love you. I do... I like the sound of that."

I giggled at him and kissed him. "Ok, just please be gentle. I know it'll hurt, and to be honest with you, I am scared. Go easy on me, please."

"I would never intentionally hurt you-- ever. Remember that. If you want me to stop, I will. You just have to tell me."

He lay on top of me and guided his member to my entrance. I was shaking with a mixture of some many feelings-- fear, anticipation, shock. I knew that he would love me forever, and likewise. He kissed me with the deepest passion and love possible. He didn't break that kiss, and suddenly I felt a pressure in my netheregions. I gasped, squeezed him tighter, and continued the kiss. I knew that if I didn't, I'd scream so loud that we'd both be eternally screwed. I felt the horrible pain of me tearing and the hot tears began to roll down my face. I knew that I didn't want him to stop. As soon as he was embedded completely in me, I just lay there in his arms with him kissing away my tears. "Are you ok, baby?" He asked me.

"I think so, but I need a few minutes to adjust."

He continued to kiss away my tears and hold me close. His scorching hot body was pressed against mine with no room in between. After about five minutes, I didn't feel the pain anymore. I was quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling of there being an intruder in me. I started to like it more and more. Shortly after the tears stopped falling, he began to slide out of me. Suddenly, he plunged back in. "Ooooohhhhh" we moaned together. We began to fall into a rhythm. He would pull out to his tip and then plunge back into me. I could feel the sweat building between us. His chest was so hot and there were beads forming between my breasts. I was a little worried that the moisture in the air would condense on the windows of the practice room. He quickened the pace of our movement causing us both to moan louder each time he plunged into me. "Oh, Arian, you are so tight. I love feeling your walls squeezing my dick. It feels like you're just gripping it. Ohhh God. Wow." I loved what he was doing to me. "Pound me Brandon, pound me like your life depends on my pussy." I gasped. I could feel every vein in him. Our thrusts became one. Whenever he would thrust, I would thrust my hips to meet him. It was a beautiful sight. "Come on Brandon," I struggled through clenched teeth, "Come on. Pound me! Beat my pussy black and blue." "Oh yes," He moaned. "I love it when you talk dirty." I could feel my orgasm building from my depths. It overtook me completely by surprise. I trembled and shook with a force I never could've imagined. As soon as Brandon felt my pussy walls clenching his dick, he shot his load into my depths. "Ohhhhhh!" We nearly screamed in unison. He continued to milk into me until he was completely dry. Exhausted, we lay there with him still in me.

"Wow. Wow. Oh my gosh. Absolutely amazing. Ya know, I think we need to do it again sometime." I said to him, gasping for air.

"I think you're right."

After about half an hour, we got up and got dressed.

"Hey Brandon, can you run me home? I need to shower and get a few new things to wear. I also forgot my Pep Band shirt and certainly can't wear this to the game." Pointing to my shirt he had used to wipe up the cum around the room.

"Sure, no problem."

There might be a sequel to this, but it depends on you all! Give me comments!