Ginny noticed this change in attitude and held her breath. What was going to happen? She felt her tits starting to swell. Ginny glanced down at her watch. There were thirty minutes left in the period. Then surely someone would be coming into this office. It was a miracle no one knew they were there in the first place!
"You're a pretty girl – real pretty," Justin said.
Was there something in his voice, a catch, a sudden throatiness she hadn't noticed before? Ginny curled her toes against the soles of her sandals again. In some strange way, her flesh seemed to sense the heat and excitement radiating from him. She felt a sudden glow wash over her skin while her body responded against her will. But was it against her will? Ginny was feeling things now, things she instinctively knew they were wonderful and promising. The girl lowered her eyes modestly, feeling her pussy swell.
"You know, I've been waiting to meet you for a long time," he said.
Ginny gasped. The words sent a jolt of terror mixed with hope racing through her mind.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. You've always been with somebody, though. And I guess I've been busy with the game and everything," Justin admitted.
"And I've wanted to meet you. But…"
Ginny was surprised at herself at this sudden boldness. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and sexual arousal. Now the young blonde teen could feel those juices seeping from her cunt, dampening the crotch of her white cotton panties. Her body was seeming to melt under Justin's hot, steady gaze. She felt that tingle in her nipples increase until she wished she could take off her bra. Her cunt closed up tight under the wiry tangle of her pussy hairs, like a fist. Glancing back up, Ginny saw a wide grin break over Justin's face. One hand had slipped down over his crotch, she guessed. The girl could see some slight movement in his right arm and guessed he was playing with himself through his tight-fitting Levi's.
"Maybe – maybe I should go back – to history class and…"
Ginny made a half-hearted attempt to stand up. Justin had moved around the desk before she could gather her books, however.
"You wanna go? From the way you were acting, I thought you were gonna hang around."
"I – what do you – oh no, Justin, don't, don't do this here…"
Her books tumbled to the floor with a muffled crash. Ginny felt a double jolt crash right through her. The football player was right in front of her, the outline of his cock obvious against his faded blue jeans. He was big, very big. Ginny's eyes widened and a breath caught in her throat. She had seen pictures, of course, of guys with their pricks hard. It was all a part of the advanced course in sex education. But none of them had matched what she guessed was dangling between Justin's legs.
"You've helped me a lot, and I thought I'd give you something back for it."
His words weren't even trying to cover up what he meant. Ginny felt the room swaying around her as he moved up. In a second he was cuddling her tight against his broad chest. He squeezed her tight, her tits nestling close against him. Ginny at first tried to pull away from him, but she liked the way those iron bands of his arms made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl with forbidden pleasure. Behind her she could hear the clock ticking away the precious seconds.
"No, please, Justin, don't…"
The words died on her lips. Justin slid his hands down her body and onto her ass. Ginny felt him gathering up the material of her plaid skirt, raising the hem up, up until the bottoms of her ass cheeks were exposed. His fingers were hot against the thin white cotton material. Justin was cupping her ass cheeks, his fingers pressing into the resilient flesh. Ginny moaned, closing her eyes and feeling a hot rush of feelings pinch her clit.
"Ginny, you want me bad, don't you? You want me, like I want you."
Ginny couldn't answer. But she no longer tried to pull away. Having her ass squeezed felt horribly good. His hands were gentle yet firm. It was only when he started hunching hard against her that she started to worry. Her body was doing funny things. Ginny felt as if someone had slipped gob of butter between her legs, just inside her pussy. It was so hot and wet down there.
The tingle between her thighs had grown more urgent now. It was becoming harder and harder for her to take a breath. Ginny pulled back, her fingers flattening out against Justin's chest while her knees were braced against Justin's. This had to stop. Ginny didn't know where it would go otherwise!
"Oh, baby."
But how her young cunt lips were aching to be touched by his ass-caressing fingers. It was a terrible thought, but one the girl couldn't resist thinking.
"Oh Justin, what if somebody walks in and…"
"Don't worry about that. The guys are out in the playing field. Coach is with 'em. Nobody's gonna come in here for a while," he said, glancing up at the clock behind them and smiling with relief.
"But – oh, I don't know…" Her mind was whirling around. "I'm scared. I haven't let a guy, you know, touch me like this and…"
He was working the panties into her ass crack now, rubbing the damp material up against the tight knot of her asshole. Ginny's eyes grew round as she felt the spicy forbidden feeling of the material pushing up into her shitter. Her knees grew weak, knocking wildly together and against Justin's. He had to let her go. This was going too far.
"I want you bad – real bad."
Her skirt came off in his hands with one move. Ginny couldn't believe it. She hadn't even felt his fingers fumbling for the zipper. He was smoothing her blouse back over her thin shoulders, working the buttons open. In a second it, too, dropped to the floor. She caught his wrist when he touched the elastic of her panties.
"No!" she gasped.
Ginny couldn't go that far, not just yet. Standing there in the office, with those horrible lights overhead, in just her bra and panties was bad enough. Justin smiled again, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Okay. We'll play it your way – for a while."
The condition made her flesh crawl. There was nothing she could do if he wanted to play things his way. He was stronger than she, and he was right. There were no sounds outside, no sign of anybody nearby she could call to if he wanted to rape her.
"Take down my pants, then," he said calmly. Ginny felt him gripping her right hand, forcing her fingers to his fly. She tightened her grip around the tab and pulled down. The sound of his fly opening sent chills racing up and down her spine. Ginny pushed the trousers down to his knees, Justin's hand's holding hers by the wrist.
"Now the shorts."
The girl tried pulling away, but Justin forced her to do it. Ginny couldn't look as she pushed his shorts down to his knees. The touch of something very hot told her his prick was free.
"Oh no, no!"
He was holding her once more, pressing his body against his. Something very hot and incredibly stiff touched the front of her cotton panties. Then she felt that hot thing slide up, up until it was way beyond the elastic band of her underwear. It was his cock, still rubbing up against the full length of her sheathed cunt while touching her belly button. And instinctively the girl knew he was going to try to shove his prick in her. Again Ginny tried pulling back, squeezing her ass cheeks together and bracing her knees against Justin's. The big football player simply held onto her, his hands now cupping her ass cheeks once more and squeezing them against one another.
"That's it. Play around. You like to play around, don'tcha?"
"No, don't, Justin! Oh, oh, I don't know what's happening to me!" she wailed.
"Just feelin' good. You're feeing real good, and so am I."
He was laughing hollowly, his body rubbing up more hotly against hers. Ginny whimpered as he walked back with her against the wall, flipping off the light switch. In a second they were plunged into near-darkness. A faint glow washed over the room. It was enough for her to see his handsome face.