Stephanie

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I really didn't expect for him to pull his shit together. He was engaging me in discussing literature of the period, showing that he could actually learn this stuff. Discussion was a huge part of learning for some. You have to know a subject to effectively argue it, and Trevor was showing that he knew what he was doing, and I was wondering if there was anything that really stopped him from good grades other than his own apathy.

Of course, simply showing that he knew things wasn't enough to solve all the problems that we had.

He was still Trevor, still the Train. Still one giant hunk of sexy man.

"What, so just because some chick in a lake hands him a sword, that's meant to be proof he's the rightful leader?" He was staring down a passage discussing a certain legend.

"It's meant to be symbolic."

"I dunno, all it says to me is it'd be a rusty piece of metal because it's been in a lake for so long." He stood up, stretching. He was an athlete, and sitting all cooped up probably didn't suit him well. "See, how I would do it, is I would have Arty go and prove to her just how much of a man he really is. How strong he is, but also how he cares."

"How would he do that?"

Trevor then took me by the hand, and pulled me to my feet as well. "He would make her sing his praises. Show him the sword he already had, if you know what I mean."

He was looking me right in the eye as he said this. I had an idea of where this was going, and I knew I wasn't allowed to like it. "'Arty' as you put him, is already a married man. That's not very chivalrous of him."

"Well, fuck, he probably picks up that his old lady isn't feeling him anyway. He should know she's going to go fuck his friend. So Arty should find love elsewhere. Maybe he doesn't want who everyone thinks he should want. Maybe this chick in the lake will do him just fine. I mean, she's like a goddess or something, right? Maybe he's into goddesses that don't know they're so damned sexy."

"I have to say that Arthur hooking up with the Lady of the Lake is definitely a take on fanfiction I never heard of."

He pulled me closer, and then did his worst impression of me. "It's meant to be symbolic."

I had to constantly remind myself of certain things. Like he was a sex-crazed jock who wanted nothing more than to fuck me again. That it was all just flirting. That me playing hard to get probably was only making him try harder.

This needed to end, I needed to rout all of this sexual tension. If I kept letting it proliferate like this, it was just going to drive me more and more mad.

I pulled myself away from him. "Well, this symbol isn't interested. You ever think of that with you and your big ol' sword?"

"Oh, you're going to be like that, huh?"

"I'm not going to fall for you again, Trevor. Stop trying."

"Fall for it? Like I'm trying to con you into fucking me?"

"Yes. I know your type. Not a care in the whole world. Was brought up spoiled rotten with every opportunity you could ever ask for." I crossed my arms, trying to be as visibly haughty as I could. "You damn well know if you weren't some football ace no one would assign you a private tutor."

"You just think I'm some spoiled brat? Not a care in the world except where I'm going to get my next fuck?"

"I don't even think you worry about that. Probably have girls throwing themselves at you whenever you step out into public."

He laughed. Hands on his hips, he started to pace. "Yeah, I'm the toast of the school. I'm a fucking legend, and I'm not exaggerating. Girls throw themselves at me just to experience me."

"Woe is you. So much pussy, so little time."

"My life is just booze, pussy, and football, huh?" He walked along. "I'm just some caricature, some two-dimensional guy from a TV show. You got me all figured out, don't you?"

"Outside the whole actually study thing? Yeah, it seems like that."

He stopped in front of me, and turned my way. "You ever think that maybe I have problems too? People I want to care for? That if I fail here, I'm not entirely sure what the future holds for me?"

"I'm sure your father will give you a nice cushy job even if you drop out."

He frowned. It was an odd look, since he was usually all smiles and jolliness with me. "Nope. He won't. I don't even know who the fuck that deadbeat is. I was brought up by one suffering woman working her ass off like sixty hours every week, pushing her body so hard it's starting to break. I flunk out here, I don't get drafted, I'm failing her, Stephanie, Ms. Casey, or whatever you want me to call you."

I stared at him for a time, processing everything he just said. "I'm sorry, I had no idea."

"Yeah, you don't." He breathed heavily. "I got a chance at something good, and I'm not giving that up."

I was seeing him as an actual person for a change, I really was. Sure, I knew how sexy he was. I knew how he made me feel. That didn't make him not a stereotype.

He, too, had his own problems. His own failings. His own desires.

He was a man. Not just some football playing muscle-bound lunkhead. An actual man.

Trevor was quick to take my hands into his again. His presence radiated over me, feeling so domineering.

Yet I persisted in turning away. "What does this have to do with me, then? Why can't you accept that I don't want anything personal to do with you?"

Trevor caressed my face, and made me look him right in the eye. "Because all of your protests haven't been about not wanting me. They've been about not breaking the rules. They've been about thinking I was some idiot jock. You've done nothing to tell me you want nothing to do with Trevor Richards, my dear Stephanie." There was a wide, cocky grin on his face.

"It's just... um..." He gave me the way out. What I needed to tell him. What would be enough for him to give all of this up, and move on with our lives. Yet, I couldn't make myself take it.

Remembering everything that we felt with one another. The good times. The sheer intensity of our passion. It wasn't like anything else I'd ever felt before.

"Just say it. I'll stop. I want you to say you don't want me, and I'll be nothing more than your hard-working student."

I was trembling. He was getting closer to me. Every bit of common sense I had was screaming at me to tell him to fuck off, shut up, yet I just couldn't. It had been a long two days, and that was two days too long without him.

He kissed me. He knew I wasn't going to stop him, so he took full advantage. Lips to lips, he placed them on mine, and it only took me a moment before I was fully into it. It was déjà vu of the day before, but as I stumbled back to my desk, I knew that we weren't going to stop with a simple peck this time.

We had an entire classroom to ourselves, and no one was going to be by for hours. Nothing to stop us from giving into our baser instincts.

"You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, his breath tickling my face. "God, you being a little smartass on top of it all? It made the couldn't-be-sexier even sexier. You just keep surprising me."

He kept surprising me, too. Pushing me onto my desk, hands on my shoulders, our kisses grew only deeper as we threw ourselves into one another. Even just making out with him was enough to drive me crazy. Something middle-schoolers did for hours to feel more mature. That's what I would be happy with.

I was an adult, I swear.

Button by button, he undid my blouse. He was in a frenzy, his need so apparent. Even knowing we were alone, it didn't dispel my worries about being caught. My eyes darted to the window slits in the door, or the windows to the room, fearing someone would walk by and see Trevor Richards on top of me, ravishing my progressively more and more naked body.

His fingers were against my flesh, goosebumps forming everywhere. I was enjoying him right back. I remembered every single bit of him, and I wanted to experience it again. Feel the twitching of his muscles, especially as I made him groan for me.

Trevor pinned me down to the desk. His movements showed more need, more desperation. He didn't wait for me to unhook my bra. He just used his out and out brute strength to tear it off me, and watch as my breasts bounced out for him.

"Fuck, you having to cover up your tits is the thing that should be the crime. They're too damn beautiful, Stephanie. I want to wake up every morning and be able to look at this glorious rack."

"Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?"

"You make me think some crazy shit, okay?"

I could understand it completely. He was the sort of man.

"Fuck, you've been dominating my mind. You know how hard it is to read about fuckin' King Arthur, of all things, when you have the hottest girl on Earth on the brain?"

"The hottest girl on Earth? Really?"

"Don't you dare fucking sell yourself short, Stephanie. If I say you're the hottest girl on Earth, you're the hottest girl on Earth." His hands roamed down my body, goosebumps forming all over my sides as he wormed his way under my skirt.

"Guess I just have to worry about those Martian women catching your wandering eye."

"Take the compliment, babe," he punctuated his command by seizing on my clit through my panties, forcing me to gasp out. That was a compliment I was plenty happy taking. The jolts shooting through me, God, right now I was convinced that only Trevor could make me feel like that.

As I come back down, I catch sight of him and just how he looks at me. Maybe I did have self-esteem issues. The way Trevor looked at me, though, the way he admired and adored my body, well, it was doing a lot to convince me that I wasn't the heap of problems I thought I was.

He looked at me like I was the sexiest person he had ever seen, and the way he touched me, the way he spoke to me, he was actually making me a believer too.

I could even feel his hardness through his jeans. That was my doing. He was getting rock hard just looking at me, thinking about my body. I was his fantasy, his desire. It felt so egocentric, but knowing that? It made Trevor even sexier to me. He was mine. My man who was built like an ancient Greek statue.

I shouldn't have been able to feel myself get wet, but right now I could. My entire body salivating for more of him, hiking his jersey up and over his head, revealing that bare, hairless chest of his. Feeling every muscle.

A kiss to my nipple, a suck, and I was shaking for him again. I was clawing at him, wanting more and more of the man I shouldn't be enjoying like this. A hand across his tight ass. A hand to the front, me furiously undoing his pants, and sliding my lithe little hand in there and feeling the beast within.

It shuddered beneath my fingers. Straining to escape, I enjoyed its strength, feeling the little drip of cum escaping the tip.

All for me. I was doing this. I jerked him ever slightly, and he pressed on my clit, showing that the appreciation was more than mutual.

"Fuck, you have way too many clothes on right now, Steph."

"Do I? I was going to say the same thing about you. I think the Train is feeling a little bit confined."

"Oh, you want it to come out and play?"

"It better come out and play before I gain a lick of common sense and stop this madness."

"I got something for you to lick, I got something for you to lick right here." He raised an eyebrow. I slapped him in the granite chest of his.

Trevor hurriedly kicked off his shoes and dropped trou, his boxers included. The damn thing almost seemed to roll out for me, and I briefly considered how it could fit inside there in the first place.

Seeing the beast also reminds me of just how fucking good it felt to have him inside me, but I wasn't going to be happy with just that alone.

Trevor had already gotten me feeling sexier than I ever had before, so I was going to keep that going. Sliding off the desk, dropping to my knees, I looked up at him, my hand pulling his cock forward, shooting him my sexiest glare.

:"Careful there, Steph, I've never had a girl make me cum just by looking at me, but fuck, you might just pull it off."

"If my looks don't do it, my mouth will."

Honestly, I was surprised by myself. I never thought I would be so slutty, or I would be one of those girls who talked like that. I still wasn't convinced I really liked giving blowjobs all that much, but for Trevor? None of those worries were real. I'd be the biggest slut in the entire world, sucking his cock endlessly, as long as it made him happy. His happiness just made me feel all the sexier.

Jerking him, I pulled him to my throat. I had already been timid with it, trying to learn my way around his cock. Not this time. I was going to embrace him to the filthy fullest.

I opened wide, and took him right in down my throat. Feeling the little drop of his cum, savoring it as I took him deeper and deeper. He inspired me to push myself through, defy logic, and cram as much of his cock as I could down my throat. Lips tight around him, I wanted to hear him moan for me. I wanted to turn the tables. He already thought I was the sexiest thing ever, so I was determined to show him he hadn't seen anything yet.

Sliding my lips up and down his cock, he stumbled back, quickly bracing himself on the desk. Jerking him, sucking him, and even showing those big, heavy balls some love with a suck or two, I was making Trevor very, very happy.

That wasn't going to be enough though. I was pushing the envelope, and he wanted to push that envelope right along with me. Thrusting his cock down my throat, challenging me to go further than even I had thought possible, I was gagging on him and while I should have been repulsed, the fire under me had only grown hotter.

I was reaching between my legs, rubbing myself, wishing that I had the foresight to take my skirt off first. I felt like such a slut trying to squirm out of a skirt all while I had a cock in my mouth, but that's what I was. I was a slut, but at least I could take solace in that I was a slut for him, and only him.

Trevor wasn't far from fucking my face, and when he crossed that line, I was openly embracing it, enjoying the intensity of his cock slamming into me, and how naughty it all felt. I was the small-town girl, I was the nerd, I was a fucking teacher, and here I am, having a football player's cock slammed into my mouth with a gleeful grin on my face all the while it happened.

"Fuck, fuck... that's all I can say, babe. Just fuck. There aren't any words for you, just repeated profanity."

I felt even sillier when I laughed and the head of his cock was teasing where my tonsils once were. I tried not to think about it. How much more I wanted him by the moment. None of it made sense. He was sexy, he was my god, he wasn't supposed to be potentially my best friend too. That would just be too fucking much.

"If you keep this up, Steph, I'm not going to be able to save any for your wet little cunt. Fuck!" The utterance was on my command. I was still in control of him.

He wanted to save that load for me, and remembering how radiant it felt before, I kind of wanted that too.

There was something I wanted more. The hints of the taste. I needed the whole thing. I couldn't stand to only be teased alone any longer.

Furiously massaging his cock, sucking on him harder, pushing myself to somehow even take him deeper, I was driven to get everything I wanted from him. I wanted all of it. If he didn't have enough for my pussy afterwards, that was his problem not mine.

"Jesus, do you want a mouth full of seed?"

I took it up another notch.

"Okay, you definitely want a mouthful of seed. God!" His breath was hushed, and I think his eyes were rolling back into his head.

This deep, this close, I could feel every subtle pulse down there. From his balls through his cock, I felt like I could almost track the progress of that load from the pit of his balls to the head of his dick.

Hot, milky, delightful. He exploded inside of me, that warmth flooding down my throat as I rushed to lick it up, swallow it, cope with everything that was coming my way. It was a lot. How on earth did this guy have this much? I was desperately struggling to swallow it all, but I soon knew that it wouldn't be possible. Sheer pressure made me finally let his dick escape out of my mouth, seed still dripping out of him, and a lot of the snack I had so pursued slipping out of my mouth as well. I was coughing it up, and it was another aspect of just feeling silly as hell, yet sexy as hell at all the same time.

"You okay there, Steph? Sorry. I should have warned you. Most girls tend to get a lot from me, and you? You're not like other girls. I should have warned you."

I slurped as much of it up as I could. It was strangely sweet. I could definitely get used to daily injections of vitamin T.

Mentally, I noted not let him know I thought of that. He had enough nicknames already.

I grabbed some tissues from the desk and cleaned myself up some. One thing was readily apparent though, Trevor was still hard. He cock was still pulsing, ready for another round if I so desired. "You think we should see a doctor about that? Like, I'm no cock expert, but shouldn't it be going down?"

"Babe, I keep telling you. You're special. You do these things to me. I could stay hard all night as long as you're there to fuck again."

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

"I could use a small break. You know. A breather. Besides, you got a tasty treat, I figure I deserve the same."

Trevor boosted me up. He pulled me close. He kissed me. A powerful, strong kiss, one that showed no judgment that he had just painted my face with his cum.

He lifted me onto the desk, placed a hand on the center of my chest, and pushed me right down, spreading my legs for me.

"Nice and juicy. Just how I like it."

I gasped as he wasted little time giving me a powerful little suck on my clit. Fingers thrust into my pussy, he was making full use of the fact that he had gotten my motor roaring super hot for him already. So swift in setting a pace for him, so driven, it was less than a minute before I was already moaning for him, and moaning loudly.

His tongue was thrust so damn deep down there that it was shocking. He was devouring me whole, licking up every bit of my juice, but in a way that made me want him so much that my body's instincts kicked into high gear and always made sure there was more for him to enjoy.

I was quickly twisting, tossing, and turning to contain the bliss that was building inside my core. Grabbing that wonderful soft hair of his again, I struggled as he pushed me. Two fingers thrusting down into my slit, three, he was pushing me so much further, seeing just how much of a slut for him I could truly become.

So needy, so driven, even in the brief moments he wasn't sucking on my clit or rubbing it raw, my own fingers were there. He did things to me. He made me like this. I was crying out, tears in my eyes, my weak untrained body now at his mercy.

Just as I had made him cum so damned hard, he was doing the same to me. Finger fucking me silly, making me scream out. I worried briefly about being caught, but the sudden shock of bliss made me absolutely not give a shit.

My heart was beating out of my chest, and the ecstasy of it all was quickly spiraling out of control. All I could do was wonder what else the Train had in store for me?