plaid

It had been a couple of days since Tyler had informed me that he only wanted to be friends. I was a mixture of upset, disappointed, and severely pissed off. We had spent weeks getting to know each other, and it just so happened I knew his biggest fantasy. Schoolgirl. He especially loved knee high socks. I craved a lot more from him that just friends. I knew the way to get it. My hands were shaking as I slid my baby blue pleated plaid skirt onto my hips. Trembling with each button of my white button down shirt. Thin navy blue socks hit just below my knee. White mary-janes buckled over my ankles. My dark hair hinted with red was in a full bun on top of my head, a white ribbon tied around, making a little bow at the base. Although nervous, I was smiling the whole way to his house.

I knocked at the front door, as I had done many times before, but this time was different. I was getting exactly what I wanted. The main door opened, followed by the screen. He looked directly at my face.
“Hey Quinn.”
“Hey.” I replied just as his eyes noticed my attire. They trailed the whole length of my body as a little smile started on his face. He seemed a little confused, and at the same time knew what I was about.
“What are you doing?” 
“Just came over to hang out. You?”
“Just finishing a movie, come on in.”
He had no couches, only two chairs with a table in between. We each took one. He preceded to watch the movie, glancing at me every so often. Only acknowledged by a slight shake of his head. I had sat my purse on the ground a little ways away. I stood, and bent over to grab my chapstick. He had a full view of my ass.
“Really, what are you doing?”
“Just getting my chapstick.” I turned and looked at his bemused face. I knew it was time. I stepped directly in front of him, then sat on his lap. The movie was coming to an end. He appeared to not have any idea what to do with me. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. His lips crushed mine in a heated twist of open mouths and silky tongues. Once I broke the kiss, his hands found my hips, pushing gently.
“Let’s go.”
I nodded my consent. He led the way to his room, hand in mine. Before we reached the door, he turned to me. He pushed me against the doorframe, hands grabbing my ass as he kissed me again. We made our way into the bedroom mouths connected still. I pulled his shirt off, and undid his pants. They fell to the floor and he kicked them away. My fingertips pushed lightly on his chest, urging him onto the bed. He laid flat, and I crouched between his legs. My ass high in the air, I took him into my mouth. The smoothness of my socks rubbing his sensitive thighs. He fit all the way through my mouth, my eyes flicking up to meet his as I worked him over.

“Turn around.” He barely said.
I turned so that my face was looking at the door, my ass in his line of vision. His hands scaled my legs, fingers slipping under my stretchy boy shorts. He lowered them down my legs, as I lifted one leg at a time to for him to remove them. I shoved my ass towards him at bit to let him know I was ready. One hand gripped my hip as the other guided him in. He moved in me with fury and a grace for what felt like hours. The whole time I moaned, screamed and clutched the sheet on the bed.
“Hit me, hit me!” I gasped loudly.
He did, slapping the side of my ass over my skirt, then lifting to mark my skin red with his palm. I had no thoughts other than the beautiful rhythm of him gliding in and out of me. Hands grabbing and slapping. Without control I moved backwards further onto him, sobbing as my body convulsed.
“I don’t know if I can take anymore.” I sighed sadly.
“It’s okay, get on  your back.”
I laid flat and he straddled my stomach. He finished himself off while looking into my eyes, my mouth parted. He spent all over my neck and shirt, a little finding my hair. Always the gentleman, he removed himself to grab me a towel, cleaning me off gently. I smiled at him as he handed me a lit cigarette. I knew I had won.