Secret Society in School- part 2

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I got to school early and went to the secret room, just to see what is was like in the morning. A little study time thirty minutes before the quiz wouldn’t hurt. I opened the door to the classroom, and stepped to the closet. I checked my phone, and walked in. The only people in there were David and Jack, the quaterback. Jack was at a desk, drinking some coffee. David was asleep on one of the cushions with a pillow under his head, hoodie on him. I walked over and fisted his gut.

“Awwww, shit. Chris?”
“Hey, man. Thanks for telling me about this shit, huh best friend?”
“You know I couldn’t—“
“I know man, I’m kidding. I love this thing man.”
“So,” he bumped me with his elbow, “Heather, eh? Eh?”

I put a hand in my hair, and smiled, embarrassed.

“She’s fine.” I said, with a smirk.
“Fine? Dude, she’s smoking. Never gotten a shot at that.”
“Well, we got a meeting today. Get here early and maybe you’ll get it.”
“Whatever, man. Hey, I’m siced you’re in the group, man. Good shit.”
“Thanks.”

I lay down on the next bed, put my head up, and opened my notebook, and read over the notes again. I was gonna ace this one, partially thanks to Heather.

When I wrote my name down for the quiz, I looked over some of the questions and instantly recognized them, knowing the answers. But, as I started writing down the answers, thoughts of the sweet lovin’ I got in the room flooded my mind. The more I got into the quiz, the hotter I got. By question 10, I was hard and hell. My slacks barely secured my throbbing cock. By the end of the question section, my pants were ready to blow up. The essay was easy, though. By the end of it, I wasn’t dying and could concentrate. I hope this wasn’t going to be like this all the time I took a test after studying and having sex. I turned in the quiz first in the class, boner-free.

At lunch, I walked into the room, flustered over my quiz performance. I looked over at Heather and sat next to her, striking up a conversation.

“Hey Chris! How’d the quiz go?”
“Oh, I did great. It’s just, well, every answer I knew, when we—you know—“
“Fucked.”
“Yeah, when we did, every answer I wrote down, the hornier I got. It was sorta distracting.”
“That’s not exactly all bad. The point is for you to know more answers by motivation.”
“Ah, I see. Well, I was well-motivated, thanks to you.”
“Same. English will never be the same.” She laughed.

She kissed me on the cheek, and got up. The world slowed down as I watched her walk over to the fridge to get a juice. I couldn’t help watch her body. Oh yeah, English would never be the same. The girls in the group weren’t as hot as Heather, but they all were magnificent. Thank god I got in this.

“You want anything? Chris. Chris!”

I was caught staring.

“Oh, uh, no, I’m good. Thanks.” I blushed.

She laughed, and lay down.

“I need a nap. Could you get me up like five minutes before class?”
“Sure.” I replied.

She lay back, and rolled onto her side. I lounged back, and started reading a book. I opened the pages, barely comprehending the text before me. Yeah, I couldn’t help just smelling how sexy she was. Sleeping. I looked over, but she hadn’t moved. Her glorious ass looked back at me, and I think I started to drool. I put the book aside, and got over, putting my arm around her.

“Mmm, I was hoping you would do that.” She said.
“Ha, good.” I said, laughing.

I kissed her neck, grinding on her. I kept kissing as she cooed, and she slid her panties down. I slid off my slacks, and flipped my boner through my boxer slit.

“Don’t make me move, just fuck ...


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