High School Hookup: I Fucked My Bandmate Antoine Raw on Study Day

I buzz at Antoine’s door that Sunday afternoon. Heart racing a bit, but fuck it, I’m here to revise for mocks. Or so I tell myself. Parents gone till evening. Perfect. He’s been sweet during band practice, that quiet guitarist with the ironic grin. We’ve studied a few weekends now. Tension’s been simmering. Today, no bullshit.

He lets me in. Quick peck on the cheek. His mom’s not around. We head to his room. Desk cluttered with notes. We grind through French for two hours. My stomach growls. Skipped lunch shopping for Christmas gifts. He dashes to the kitchen, comes back with Nutella sandwiches and milk. Cute.

The Approach: No Time to Waste

As I munch, my eyes flick to his PC screen. History’s open. Boom—porn site. Some chick spreading her ass, anus winking at the camera. My cheeks flush hot. Not shocked. Turned on. I catch him staring, tray shaking in his hands. Face beet red. Busted.

“Nice hobbies,” I tease, smirking. He stammers, denies. Bullshit. “You jerk off to anal porn?” He admits it sheepishly. No girlfriend, he says. I laugh. “Doesn’t shock me. Kinda hot knowing you’re horny as fuck.”

Silence thickens. Air electric. I flop on his bed, belly down, chin on hands. “So, is there an ‘us’?” He freezes. Admits he’s crushing hard. Wanted to seduce me. Game on. I pull him close. Our lips crash. Clumsy at first, teeth bump. Then soft, hungry. Tongues dance.

His hands on my hips. I guide them to my ass. Squeeze it through jeans. He’s rock hard already. I feel it press. “Wanna fuck?” I whisper. Now. House empty. He nods, eyes wild. No more games.

I straddle him. Kiss deep. Grab his hands, make him grope my ass harder. Peel off my top. Red-black lace bra. Nipples poke through. He fumbles buttons on his shirt. One snaps. I kiss his chest, heart pounding like a drum.

Belt off. Zipper down. His cock springs free. Thick, veiny. First time for both, I sense. “Virgin?” He nods. Me too. “Relax. I’ll suck you first.”

The Explosion: Raw, Dirty Fuck Fest

Grab his shaft. Stroke slow. Lean down. Kiss the tip. Then swallow. Tongue swirls his head. Hand pumps base. He groans. Balls tighten. I finger his taint, tease his hole. “Cum in my mouth. Do it.”

He explodes. Hot spurts down my throat. I gulp every drop. Clean him with licks. Crawl up. Kiss him. He tastes himself faintly. Doesn’t care.

Naked now. Cuddle under sheets. His thigh against my soaked pussy. Grind subtle. Nap? Nah. I’m wet, aching. He fingers me. Hits clit right. I moan, buck. Flip to 69. Suck him hard again. He dives in. Tongue laps my lips, flicks clit. I scream, grind his face.

Can’t wait. Straddle. Rub clit on his cock. Then missionary. “Slow. Virgin pussy.” He pushes in. Stretches me. Tiny pain. Then bliss. “Fuck me. Make me cum.”

He thrusts. Slow to pounding. Dirty whispers: “Your cock’s perfect. Deeper. Harder.” Nails dig his ass. I shatter first, screaming his name. He pulls out. “On my belly!” I jerk him. Cum ropes across stomach, tits.

Shower quick. Soap suds, kisses. Dry off. Dress. His parents’ car pulls up. I slip out. Text later? Nah. Back to bandmate. Stranger again. Adrenaline rush over. Craving next hit.