Naked In School

"Don’t call me Margaret!" she fumed.

"Anything you say, Margaret," I said, choking down a laugh.

"Asshole," she grumbled.

"You love me and you know it," I grinned at her. Boy, did I get a look! "So, Maggie. Do you need help getting your clothes off?"

"Uh, I don’t think so." She started stripping right there.

"Too bad. Would’ve been fun." I reached for my shirt. In no time at all, we were naked. She pranced into the door ahead of me, pretty much ignoring me. Boy, was she getting a lot of attention! She couldn’t go three feet without having a hand in her pussy. I’ll give her credit. She genuinely enjoyed it. I’d always kind of wondered about her-was she really that enthusiastic about sex? I had gotten a hint when I had eaten her out yesterday. I got another hint today. She really was that enthusiastic.

I have to admit, I found it incredibly appealing.

Anyhow, I was getting groped more today. I even got groped in the gym shower-Tara was shooting daggers at the person doing it, but my groper didn’t seem to care-so I spent most of the morning with my hormones doing a slow boil. By the time the afternoon, and Biology, came, I was horny as all hell.

So, I asked for relief. And I wondered. Would Maggie offer to return the favor? She did, with a little challenging smile on her face. Of course I picked her.

She came up front and I said, "This isn’t any sort of challenge for you, you know. I concede. I’m horny, it’s been a while, and I know how good you are, so you’ll have no trouble getting me off."

She gave me an evil grin, and said, "Oh, I know I won’t. However, I’ve got another challenge for you. I dare you not to react verbally. No moans, no groans, no squeaks, no ‘Oh my god Maggie you’re so GOOD!’ None of that. Bet you can’t do it."

Oh, this girl had style! "You’re on, Benson."

"Get ready for the blowjob of your life, Braden." She took me in in one gulp. In-fucking-credible. She was working me over very nicely, but I managed not to say anything. I just kept grinning at her.

Then she bit me! My mouth popped open and I glared at her, but I didn’t say anything. She dragged her teeth down the length of my dick. This was not pleasant. Then she bit me again, harder, not enough to break the skin or anything, but it hurt. "OW!" I said.

She pulled off me, glared at me evilly, and said, "You lose." She tried to get back on my dick, but I pushed her away. "I think I’m done," I said coldly, and got up and went back to my seat.

"What just happened?" Ms. T said.

"Nothing. Forget it. I’m fine," I said. Maggie was still on her knees in front of the empty chair. She got up and went back to her seat, staring at me. Ms. T looked at me, but I didn’t say anything else. She just shrugged and continued the class.

At least my dick went down. Out of pain. That little bitch. I wanted her head on a platter.

CHAPTER NINE MAGGIE

I think I went too far.

Damn, I wasn’t trying to hurt him! Just tweak him a little bit. Make him make noise, you know?

But, you know what? This was Chuck Braden. Fuck him.

But, boy, was he pissed! I didn’t want to deal with him, so I made sure I got out of school in a hurry at the end of the day. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough.

"BENSON!" I heard from behind me. "You bitch!" I just kept walking away from him. I ended up on the empty football field, but he had pretty much caught up with me. "Benson, stop!"

"What’s the matter, Braden? Did I bruise your little wee-wee?" I giggled.

"That was uncalled for. That was low-down. I don’t mind playing a little game with you, but I’d never physically hurt you." Damn, he really was pissed.

I probably should’ve given in, because I probably did go too far. But giving in isn’t my style. "Oh, I didn’t hurt you, you big baby."

"Your teeth are sharper than you realize."

"OK, so I did hurt you. You deserve it."

"Why?"

"Well, we can start with Tara Boucher, OK?" I blurted. "She’s a friend of mine."

Chuck stopped glaring at me, and looked down. "You don’t need to hurt me for that one. I’ve been beating myself up for a year and a half."

"What?" I said.

He took a deep breath. "You don’t know the whole story. Nobody does. That three girls in three nights stuff? That never happened. I had three dates in three nights. The last one was with Tara. She’s the only one I ever slept with, though. She was, in fact, my first."

"We had been dating for a couple months, but we weren’t exclusive. I dated other people. But she was the only one I ever slept with-like I said, that night was my first. And I asked her to go out with me that night. She said yes."

"I told three fucking people about it. I was excited. Those three people were friends, people I thought I could trust. They spread it all around the school, and mangled the story while they were at it. Tara was devastated, and I’ve been trying to apologize to her since then. She dumped me, and won’t talk to me. Dammit, Maggie, I liked her. I’ve felt horrible since then."

"OK," I said, "but then why didn’t you learn your lesson?" He looked at me. "Why do you keep talking?"

"I don’t." he said.

"What about Vicki Langham?"

"That’s a fine one to bring up, Maggie, you spread that one."

"Hey, I heard that one from someone else," I told him, "I didn’t start it."

"I didn’t say you started it. I said you spread it. I never said a word about Vicki. Someone else did. I went out on a date with her, it was fun, I liked her-and the next thing I know it’s all over school that we slept together. I never told a soul that. And there’s someone else that won’t speak to me."

"You never talked about anyone?" I said in disbelief.

"Except for Tara. And I wish I could take that one back. And that’s the truth." He looked really despondent. "Is this why you hate me so much?"

"Kind of," I admitted uncomfortably.

"Kind of?"

"You turned me down," I said, looking at the ground, "when I asked you out. In ninth grade."

"What, you never got turned down by anyone else?" he laughed.

"No, it was the way you did it." I glared at him. "You acted like I was something that you scraped off your shoe, like I was beneath you. Like, no way were you going to stoop to going out with the school slut."

His mouth dropped, and he gaped at me. "We have a serious misunderstanding." I just looked at him. "I didn’t think any of that, ever." He looked down. "I turned you down because I was terrified."

"What?" I gasped.

"Remember. I just told you Tara was my first time. That was the beginning of tenth grade. You asked me out in the spring of ninth grade. I was a virgin. I was a lot scrawnier back then, and more shy. I was scared of girls to begin with. And you had your reputation by then. When you asked me out, I almost pissed my pants. You scared the living daylights out of me. And you’d better not repeat a word of this to anyone. This is very embarrassing to admit. But I couldn’t let you go on thinking that I was looking down on you."

"Wow," was all I could say.

"And, if it makes you feel any better, I regretted turning you down," he grinned.

I smiled back. "God. I’ve been hating you for two years for no good reason." I looked at him. "Why do you hate me?"

"For spreading the Vicki rumor. And because you hated me-because you don’t treat me very well."

"I’m sorry about the Vicki thing. And I’m sorry I bit you."

"Apology accepted," he said. "Hey, I’ve made my own bed with some of this. I really did fuck up with Tara. And I’m sure I could’ve turned you down with more finesse." He grinned at me. "You’re intimidating-especially back then."

"Me?" I laughed. "Miss Easy?"

"Well, your aggressiveness is intimidating."

"A lot of that was by necessity, especially back then." I took a breath. "I lost my virginity when I was 12, summer before seventh grade. I was hooked. And, you know what boys are like at that age, you were one. If I was waiting for the guy to make a move, I’d be waiting for a long time. And I wanted sex. So I made the moves. But since I started that way, that’s my reputation." I grinned at him. "I don’t get asked out much. I have to do most of the asking, still."