My official inner whore revealed itself when I was in 9th grade. Just like a latent disease, my whore was waiting—patiently—to be manifested by the appropriate environmental stimuli.
The appropriate stimulus turned out to be a substitute teacher in my 3rd period Spanish class. My boyfriend at the time sat right next to me and our period consisted of watching a movie. In. The. Dark. I nonchalantly scooted my chair over near his after the sub flipped the switch; I slipped my hand down my boyfriend’s pants and went to work.
Everyone in the class knew what was going on, but then again, we weren’t exactly striving to be incognito. Now that I think about it, I think the substitute knew as well, but was too cowardly to say anything. Well, either that or she shared my whorish ambitions and was silently rooting me on like some dimented sexual cheerleader. After my boyfriend, uh-hem, finished, I excused myself and washed my hand off in the drinking fountain.
My nickname after that was “Spanish Class.” I treasured it like a trophy. Or rather, viewed it as the landlocked version of being nicknamed “Mile High Club.” I was a rebel, yes, but more importantly, I was a damn whore.
your debut is number one with a bullet !!! :)
Me encanta al espanol! (I have no idea if that makes any kind of sense, by the way)
Let me tell you, not shortly thereafter, and certainly not by coincidence, I was named Spanish Club President and I was in the Spanish Honor Society. Yes - one actually exists...
Senior year was nice as well. It involved getting the taboo tattoo with the flavor of the week, graduating early and working at an old folk's home where much fun was had by all (All=those under 85, that is).
Stay tuned, everybody!
que buena historia! i took spanish for 5 years and never got a hand job in class. not once. not even a little tug. must have been in the wrong classroom. btw, i think hand job in spanish is "trabajo a mano."
That's good stuff and that's only the 9th grade. I can't wait till we get to Senior Year!
I like the drinking fountain touch. You think the next person who got a drink was like, "Ummm.....what the hell???"
One time about 3 years ago while working at the university library, i took a girl up to the 12th floor stairwell and banged her doggy up against the giant window that looked out across campus, all while on the clock. Who says people who work in libraries are nerds?
Good stuff.
Yeah, prom time was kinky. For him at least. We had broken up by then. I went with a friend. He went with 3 hot upperclassmen chicks who snubbed me the whole time. Sigh.
Good writing! Your boyfriend's expectations must have skyrocketed after that though. I mean, after a handjob in Spanish class, surely prom night must bring something extra kinky. Well, if he was around that long, that is.
You got it, Robby!
wow.... wow.... i got a blowjob in the cloakroom in seventh grade with tammy ******* but it was after-school with no-one around. This is excellent, sexual release with an audience has always been a fantasy. Thank you for sharing