Chapter Two – Just Homework
It was the first day of school. This school was huge. There were about 1,000 kids who went here, just from eighth grade through seniors. I was a senior, thankfully enough. Joseph, my little brother, was in ninth grade so we went to the same school. I drove us in the mornings. While I was waiting on him to come outside, I saw my peeping-Tom from the other night walking to his car. I was waiting in my car, so he didn’t see me. He was dressed nice, wearing a button down and a tie. He must have an important job. I wonder what he did for a living. I walked up to my new locked and pulled the small slip of paper that the office had given me with my locker combination on it. I tried once and it didn’t work. I tried a few other times and it still didn’t work. “You have to turn it past zero more than once” I heard a voice behind me call. A taller girl with blonde curly hair walked up, taking my paper for me and putting the combination in my locker for me. It came right open for her. “You had just the right touch” I joked. “Yeah, that normally happens for me. I’m Ashley, by the way, but everyone calls me Ash. See you around” she said with a wink and walked off. Wow she was hot. I smiled a bit to myself. First day and I am already getting hit on. I walked into my first class, looking for a seat. I sat near the middle so that I could blend in better. I chose to wear a skirt and a sweater the first day. It was cute but not too much to call a lot of attention to myself. I wanted to fit in for my first few weeks and stay under the radar. The teacher came in and wrote her name on the board to start the lesson.
After school, I was waiting in the parking lot for Joseph. The curly blond from earlier was walking through the parking lot with some other girls. She looked so hot. I got out from my car and walked to the back seat acting like I was looking for something so that she could see me in my skirt again. “New girl” I hear her call. She walked over to my car and put her hand on my open door. “Did you get your locker figured out” she asked? “With you help” I laughed. “Cool” she said. “Hey, a buddy of mine is having a back-to-school party this weekend. Wanna come” she asked? “Let me think about it” I said, smiling at her. She had her phone sticking out of a pocket in her backpack. I grabbed it and held it towards her to put in her password. I saved my number. “Talk soon” I said, shutting my door, making her move her hand. She smiled at me. “Talk soon, new girl” she said, turning on her heel and meeting back up with the group of girls that were standing to the side waiting for her. I smiled at them and they smiled back. It was nice to know that the girls here weren’t bitches.
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It was already the fourth day of school and I had homework. This new school was a lot more upscale and had a lot larger and nicer teachers. They were tough though. It was a Thursday and I wanted to get done with my homework so that I could party this weekend with the other people that invited me. I had two of my textbooks out and open and I still couldn’t figure it out. I got so aggravated I dropped my pencil and went into the kitchen for a snack. I found some chips and went back into the living room to set on the couch and take a break. I remembered that I had a little weed in my room from before we moved. I went to my room and got my little pipe and climbed out on my roof. There was a hanging out of my window that I could climb over and set on the roof. I didn’t want my parents to see or smell it or they would have my ass. I lit up and took just a few hits to calm my mind so that I could focus on my homework. After I put it out, I looked up and saw my peeping Tom standing in his back yard. He was watering some rose bushes between our houses. I got nervous, knowing that he could see me and smell it. He just looked at me and smiled, then turned to keep watering the bushes.
“Homework is stressful” I said, trying to chuckle and play it off. “I get it” he said, still watering the bushes. “I went through master’s school, so I hate homework still to this day” we both laughed. He was older, maybe his late forties. He had patches of gray hair around his hair line proving his age. He was handsome though. He had a strong jaw line and clenched it sometimes. I was studying him, not realizing I was staring. I climbed up and back into my window, making sure he could see my ass poking out.
“Do you want to come to Joseph’s football game with us” my parents asked, pulling their things together to get ready to leave. “No, that’s okay” I replied. “I need to get this homework finished so I can go out this weekend”. “Okay, just don’t stress too much. We love you” they said, walking into the garage. My dad yelled for Joseph who came barreling down the steps. “Good luck you little shit” I yelled after him. He flipped me off, heading into the garage behind my dad. I was finally alone to be able to work on my homework. I flipped through my textbooks trying to find the answer to add to my paper and I couldn’t find anything. I sat back in the chair breathing out, trying to think. I could ask my peeping Tom for help, I thought. He did say he had a master’s degree. I gathered my things and walked to the door. I paused for a second. Would that be weird? I mean hell, he’s seen me fuck myself and smoke pot. It can’t be much weirder.
I knocked on his door, waiting for a response. I looked around and didn’t really see anyone. There was only his one car and no signs of children’s toys or anything. I waited. He answered, wearing the clothes from earlier. “What a nice surprise” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against his door frame. “So . . . this might be out of line . . . but you mentioned earlier that you went to graduate school. Would you help me with my homework” I asked, pointing to my backpack? “What’s it about” he asked, looking right through me. “It’s about ancient history and how the Mayan’s created their community. “Sure” he agreed with a shrug, “Come on in” he stepped aside to let me past. His house was nice like ours. Big and empty, it seemed. “Will your family mind” I asked, looking for any evidence of others. “No” he chuckled. “My wife and I separated a few years back and the kids are at her house until Monday” he said coolly. That explains it.
I walked over to the couch and sat my backpack on the ground. “I’m Sasha” I stuck my hand out. “I’m Ty” he said, shaking my hand. “So” he said, setting beside me on the couch. “Why did you really come over here” he asked. My face flushed red. “What do you mean” I asked looking down. “Did you come over to make sure that I didn’t tell your parents about the pot? Or to have another round of the window game” he said looking at me hard. I flushed even redder. “Just homework” I said quietly. “Uh huh” he said, leaning back on the couch. “Well, get it out” he said, pointing towards my backpack. I picked it up. “Not that” he said, looking at my backpack. He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, grabbing my face and pulling me into him. It took me by surprise. It took my breath from me. I pulled back, not knowing what to think. “Oh” he said. “Was that a mistake” he looked at me. “No” I replied.
I leaned over and climbed on top of him. I was so horny. I don’t know if it was from the kiss, the pot, or the other night, but I wanted him. I pushed him back and kissed him hard. He wasn’t letting me take control though. He flipped me over on the back on the couch and slipped between my legs. We were kissing and making out heavily. He stopped to pull off his shirt, so I pulled mine off. He slide down and started kissing and sucking on my breasts. Things were moving so fast. He reached under me and unclipped my bra effortlessly. It popped free letting my tits fly open. He pulled it off in one quick motion and stood up. He pulled my skirt and panties off, leaving me on the couch completely naked. He laid down on top of me and started kissing me hard. He was rubbing my breasts and pussy so quick and rough. It was so exciting. It was so hot. It was so arousing. I was moaning and moving all around him. I reached up to pull his hair and he pushed my arm down. I started to arch my back so he would shove his finger in me, and he laid his weight down on me. “Just stop” he said. “Let me take you. You teased me through the window, you little slut. You’re going to take this” he said, flipping me over on the couch. I landed with a plop and moaned. He smacked my ass and pulled my hips up. I was on all fours. He pulled his penis from his pants and started to direct it towards my pussy. He shoved my face down into the couch, so my ass was up for him. He pushed the tip of his dick inside me, but I was so wet he forced all of it in at once. I yelled loud. His dick was huge. More than I had bargained for. It felt so good, but fuck was he stretching me. “Yeah I bet you didn’t expect this when you were fucking your dirty little pussy the other night” he said through his teeth. He pulled out and slammed back into me. This was going to be quick and rough.
He slammed back in, making me yell again. He started to fuck me hard and fast. “I’ve wanted to beat this little pussy ever since you showed it to me . . . laying on that bed looking at me . . . you earned this” he said. He grabbed my hips and started fucking my so fast my tits were bouncing and clapping together. My thighs and ass was shaking, bouncing, and moving. My legs were trembling and trying to take the rough and fast impact. His balls were slapping against my legs, trying their best to keep up with his pace. Before I could even say anything, I came. I came so quick and so fast I couldn’t moan or move. I just had to lay there, submitting to his treatment, cumming wildly. My eyes were rolled back in my head and my mouth was stretched open. “Oh . . . are you cumming . . . are you cumming now” he asked, still fucking me fast and hard. I couldn’t even respond. He was keeping with his pace, making me continue to cum. How was he so agile?