Freshman(15)

Tyler’s face was frozen. “Christina, I think you should get out of the car." He was staring right at me, his face tight and his eyes wild in the darkness.





"I think I should stay," I said softly, clenching my hand and trying to steady my nerves. “And I think you want me to, too.”





“Christina-”





“I want to see it again, Mr. Weaver.”





I couldn’t believe I was being this forward, but it was just pouring out of me. All this time of bottling it up and holding it, all this time of trying to tell myself how wrong it was to have these thoughts about him. I knew - obviously, from seeing and hearing him that day - that he’d at least thought about this with me. And it’s all I’d been thinking about away at school; all I fantasized about.





His face paled a little as he nervously licked his lips. “What?"





Well, here goes nothing...





"Your cock, Mr. Weaver.” The word sounded so illicit on my tongue, so toe-curlingly dirty to say in front of him. “I want to see it again."





“Get out of the car, Christina." His eyes were blazing fire at me, his perfect, chiseled jaw tight. “This conversation is over."





“No it's not.” I was going to go for broke here, come what may. “I know you look at me, Mr. Weaver.”





I un-clicked my seatbelt, the sound sharp in the heavy, throbbing silence of the car. I turned to him, letting my skirt ride right up my creamy thighs, until I saw his eyes bug out as my tiny panties came into view, tight across my mound. I bit my lip, seeing the struggle play out across his face between what he knew was wrong and what he desperately wanted.





“Christina, I-"





I reached out to touch his forearm, my fingers trailing over his skin. He jumped a little at my touch, and I giggled. “It's not like I’m going to tell anyone.” I let my hand trail down his arm, and then drop down to his thigh. I could feel him tense at my touch, barely breathing as I rested my hand there.





"As long as you show it to me again."





I could see the the big, thick bulge in his pants, and I knew then that he was going to cave, knowing just how turned on he was. Slowly, I began to slide my hand higher, hearing his breath catch as I teased over the thickness there in his pants.





He growled. "Honey, this-"





"Please?" I whispered, my eyes begging him as my fingers found the metal of his zipper. I could feel my pulse racing as I felt the bulge throbbing beneath my hand as I tugged at the zipper, pulling it down as I heard him groan. I grinned wickedly as I moved my hands up to his belt buckle, feeling my pussy absolutely bloom with heat inside my panties.





"Christina-"





I tugged at the buckle, struggling to get it open when he finally caved. "Let me get that,” he growled out, reaching down to quickly undo his belt and the top button of his pants. He looked down at me, and his sharp, piercing eyes met my lust-hooded eager young ones.





He reached inside, and I felt my heart jump as he suddenly pulled his big, gorgeous cock out of his pants, right in front of me.





Holy. Shit.





I'd seen him before, but seeing his cock this close was another thing altogether. He was bigger and thicker than I'd even remembered, his cock throbbing hot and hard in the dim light of the dashboard.





"Can- can I touch it?" I whispered out quietly, feeling my little pussy throb.





“Fuck yes, baby,” he growled.





I slid my hand up and curled my fingers around him, feeling my breath catch as I touched his velvety skin with the pulsing hardness beneath it. My tiny fingers didn't even fit around his thickness, and I quickly brought my other hand up to him. I started to stroke him slowly with both hands, just like the girl from the porno video I'd watched with Anna.





He groaned as I squeezed and stroked his big dick, and I suddenly saw a little bead of clear fluid slip from the tip of him and start to slowly trickle over his head. I didn't even need to ask, I just dipped my head forward and licked it.





Mr. Weaver gasped, and I felt his cock throb against my lips. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and I wanted more. With a soft moan, I leaned forward, slipped my lips over the fat head of his cock, and sucked him inside.





He growled as I slurped on his big dick, letting the tip of my tongue press into the slit at the head of him and tease him there before I began to gently swirl it around the ridge of his cock-head. I began to stroke his shaft again with both hands, feeling my pussy absolutely dripping with my arousal and making my panties wet and sticky.