Ellie

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All characters in this story are eighteen years old or older. First real submission. Hope you enjoy!

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I didn’t know how I got here, and I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about as Ellie unzipped my jacket with reckless abandon was that all of these clothes came off as quickly as possible. Why had I put on so many clothes, today of all days? No time to think about it. No time to do anything but seize the moment, seize the zipper on the back of Ellie’s sundress, seize those gorgeous, suckable tits that were right here, right now.

Finally, she was ready; her sweaty, naked body faced the wall as I pounded into her tight pussy without warning.

“ALEX!” she screamed, pounding back into me. As I steadily increased the speed of my thrusts, her coarse outbursts mimicked my aggressive tempo. “Oh, Alex! Alex!”

The screams turned to whispers and the room around us faded. “Alex! Alex! Hey, Alex!” The voice came from behind me now.

It was Jon, waking me up urgently. I was in math class. “You’re lucky Mr. Jefferson went down to the office,” he whispered. Everyone was silent as I came to. A few of the popular girls were holding in laughs. Uh oh. Immediately, I looked back at Ellie.

“Good morning, sexy,” she said with an exaggerated wink and smolder. Everyone burst out laughing. Perfect.

“You were, uh… Moaning her name in your sleep,” Jon said to me under the laughter. “I kept trying to wake you up, but…” he shrugged.

“Alright, class, let’s settle down,” Mr. Jefferson said as he entered the room. Ellie gave me another wink, and her friends failed to stifle their giggles.

This was going to be a long year.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Are you feeling any better this morning?” Mom asked that Saturday, as we dined on bacon and eggs. I had elected to stay home Friday to avoid further humiliation.

“Yeah, just fine, thanks.” No, absolutely dreadful.

“Must have been a stomach bug,” she said, and I passively nodded. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! A girl came over yesterday while you were napping and left you some flowers. I think she said her name was Ella.”

“Ellie?” I shot up.

“Yeah, that sounds right! Oh, don’t look so grim. She was a real looker.” Mom gave a wink and a smile. I know, Mom. In fact, according to my subconscious, she’s also fantastic in bed.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Don’t thank me; thank her! It’s nice that you’re finally making such good friends here.”

Mom and I had just moved to the Atlanta suburbs last year because her work required it. I was no stranger to moving from place to place – although I was only a senior in high school, Atlanta was the sixth city I had lived in. Ever since the divorce when I was little, Mom had given up her dream of writing novels and instead climbed the corporate ladder to make ends meet, so, even though I would rather have had the same friends all my life, I understood why we had to move a lot. I hoped that some day I could care for anything half as much as she cared for me.

“I’ve got a business meeting to rush to. There’s chicken in the fridge. I should be back by dinner time.” Mom gave me a quick kiss and was out the door.

I had almost forgotten about what she had said earlier until I saw it staring at me like a hawk stalking its prey: there, on the kitchen counter, was a humongous translucent red vase filled with a dozen long-stem roses. The perfect amount of extravagance to drive home Ellie’s point. I scoffed and started to look away when something caught my eye: next to the vase was an envelope. As I approached it, I could make out “Alex” written on the front in gaudily-flourished calligraphy. Ellie was wringing out every last drop of my dignity.

“Dearest Alex,” it read. I rolled my eyes in spite of my flushed face. “I hope you get to feeling better soon. I’m sure you’re very sick, and aren’t just trying to avoid seeing me again. After all, you’ve seen more than enough of me in your dreams.” Who the hell did this girl think she was? “Anyway, I wanted to properly wish you well, so come and see me Monday after school by the gym. Oh, and make sure you’re alone. Love, Ellie.” The last two words were decorated with hearts and kiss marks made with lipstick.

Did this girl take me for an idiot? Obviously, she was trying to lure me in to further humiliation. canlı bahis Though I had only feigned illness before, I now felt sick to my stomach. It was only the beginning of the school year, and from now on I’d be known as “moaner” or “perv” or whatever other colorful nicknames my genius classmates could conjure up.

I tried to distract myself all day, but eventually gave into sleep in the late afternoon and didn’t wake up until the next morning.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“I think you should do it,” Jon said while we played Mario Kart that Sunday afternoon.

“Do what?” I replied, still focusing mostly on not falling off of Rainbow Road.

“Go see Ellie after school.”

I paused the game.

“Dude!”

“Are you kidding me? After everything that’s been going down, you think I should let this go further?”

“Hear me out,” he said calmly. Fat chance. “What grade are we in?”

“We’re seniors,” I said, predicting where this was going, “but—”

“We’re seniors,” he answered. “You just got here last year. You don’t even know these people, and you won’t keep up with any of them for any longer than this school year. I know I’ve only known you for about a year, but I think we’re good friends, right?”

“Right,” I resigned.

“And as your friend, I am advising you to seize this golden opportunity! Dude, when do guys like us even get so much as a peek at a chance at girls like Ellie? Those girls don’t care that you don’t just want to bang them, or that you genuinely love how they laugh, or that you blush every time you make eye contact with them. Those girls are dicks to guys like us, and we have to hide away and hope we can ignore them. Enough, I say!” As he spoke, I pulled up some fitting inspirational music on my phone. This only fueled the fire. “Enough of their petty degradation! Enough of their looking down upon us! Enough of them having the power to make us feel like shit! I say it’s time we rose up, Alex, and showed them that we aren’t afraid. She’s expecting you not to come. She’s expecting the opportunity to reinforce her dominance over you. Strike her down, I say! Stand up for yourself, and show her, and the rest of her little gang, that you! Are! ALEX!” He made sounds mimicking a crowd cheering excitedly as the music from my phone came to a climax.

“You done?” I asked after a minute or so. Jon made a face, and eventually nodded. “What you said is making more sense to me than I’d like.”

His eyes grew wide. “So- so you’ll do it?”

“I’ll THINK about it,” I said sternly. Jon grinned, knowing that I wouldn’t disappoint him. He was right, too. I didn’t care about these people. This was the golden opportunity to make a statement, and damn it if I wasn’t going to take it.

Of course, as we resumed the game, I fell right off of Rainbow Road.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Monday was long, even for a Monday. I found myself unable to focus on my coursework, as every so often, the thought of the afternoon to come would sporadically steal my attention. Finally, three o’clock rolled around. There must have been a thousand cocoons in my stomach that day, because I felt the butterflies emerge all at once. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. Would I be egged? No, too cliché. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans for the fifth time as I walked to the gym. Would she just show up to see if I actually came, the pathetic boy that I am? No, too simple.

Maybe I should turn around, I thought. Yeah. Turn around. Why did I even let Jon talk me into this? I would yell at him later. This was a bad idea, I would say. Even you should have – uh oh. There was the gym. I was right in front of it. I couldn’t turn around now, even if I wanted to. I was here. I was making a statement. Stay calm. Wipe your palms on your jeans. Look cool. Lean against the wall. What do I do with my hands? Cross those arms. Classic cool position. Cross legs, too? Right leg over left or left over right? Well, my right arm was on top of my – wait, where did everyone go?

I pulled out my phone. Four ten. Where was…? Was this the big idea? Have me come and then don’t show up? That’s low. Even for Ellie. She knew I’d come and wait for her so she just didn’t show up. It was like being stood up. What an awful person. What a-

“Alex!” There she was, the ice bahis siteleri queen. Come to laugh at me for waiting for her. Come to tell me what, I thought I had a chance? Pfft, No way. I started to look away, but decided to hold eye contact. I was going to let her come over here, but then I was going to tell her off.

“Alex, before you say anything, I’m really sorry.” Despite myself, I felt my face get hot. Great. I was blushing. Why didn’t I just hand over my integrity on a silver platter? “I didn’t write that note,” she said. Wait, what? “My stupid friends wrote it, and they just told me about it when I got home. I rushed back up here. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I’m not like that, Alex.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, still fuming. “Then why were you making fun of me in Mr. Jefferson’s class when I woke up?” It was her turn to blush.

“I thought it was the only way to avoid being humiliated. I thought if I laughed it off, that-“

“That I would be the pathetic one, not you,” I finished for her. Her features softened.

“Y-yeah. I guess that’s exactly it. I guess I’m just a coward.”

“You’re…” I sighed. Come on, Alex, say it. You’re damn right, you’re a coward. “You’re not a coward, Ellie.” Shit.

“I know, I… Wait, what?”

“You’re not a coward. You’re a gorgeous girl with a lovely smile, and you hang out with a bunch of jerks, but, no, you’re not a coward.” Her eyes glossed over.

“Oh, Alex. Even now, you’re still so sweet. I don’t know how to make it up to you.”

“Let me take you for lunch,” I said, surprising myself.

“Lunch?”

“If you’re really sorry, then let me take you out for lunch. Maybe you’ll find we have something in common. Even if you hate it, you get a free meal. There’s really no downside.” Ellie smiled a genuine smile.

“Deal,” she said. “Saturday at noon?”

“Saturday at noon.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Are you serious?” Jon nearly shouted as I told him about it at lunch Tuesday. Right then, Ellie walked by and gave me a smile. “Hot damn. From moaner to bone her!”

“Shut up!” I laughed. The kid was a wordsmith, but a part of me still thought all of this could be some elaborate set-up.

Finally, it was Saturday. After getting over the initial shock of me having plans, Mom wished me well and asked me to be home in time to help with dinner. I rubbed a spritz of cologne on my wrists and neck before heading out the door.

As I pulled up to Ellie’s in my second-hand Nissan, I popped a final breath mint. A few minutes after I rang the doorbell, she opened the door. Breasts. They were right there. Her shirt was cut rather low, so my view was fantastic. It was like they were saying hello to me. “Hello, Alex.”

“Hi there,” I said to them, smiling. I heard someone clear her throat. Oh, shit! “Ellie! You look gorgeous!” I said, covering up my utter embarrassment. “Um, how long was I-“

“No longer than five minutes,” she said insouciantly, even smirking. I had blown it. Blushing, I turned around.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Ellie called. “You owe me lunch.” I looked back. “Oh, come on, we can have a little fun,” she winked. Holy shit.

“L-let’s go,” I stammered. Ellie chuckled as I led her around the car and opened her door. This was going to be interesting.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were a sweet guy,” Ellie said as our food came out. I suddenly felt something creeping up my leg and pulled it back, as she gave me a knowing look. Was she-?

“The Pasta Primavera?” our waiter asked.

“Right here,” Ellie said to him, still smiling devilishly at me. I felt what I now knew to be her foot running up my leg again, but this time, had no more room to move back.

“And for the gentleman, the Veal Parmesan,” the waiter said as Ellie ran her bare foot over the growing bulge in my jeans.

“Thank you very much,” I said to him quickly, unable to meet his eyes.

“Anything else I can get for you?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Ellie answered, taking on a promiscuous tone. “Is there anything you want right now, Alex?” Damn it. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“N-no,” I managed. “Thanks.” The waiter bowed his head and walked away. As soon as he was out of earshot, I leaned over the table. “Ellie, I-“

“I know,” she interrupted. “You’re the bahis şirketleri type of guy who wants to take me out a bunch of times, and tell me how great I am, and ask me meekly to be your girlfriend, before you even think of fucking me. And that’s so fantastic, really, it is. But that isn’t me, Alex. You want a relationship, because that’s who you are, but I just want a good pounding. So here are your options: you can either meet me in that single unisex bathroom in about five minutes, or you can walk out of the restaurant and I’ll pay the check. No hard feelings. No strings attached. But from what I can feel of that,” she pressed down on my bulge for emphasis, “I can definitely tell you which one I’d prefer.” With this, she winked, and walked away to the bathroom.

So there I was: a boy with minimal sexual experience, to say the least, with the chance of a lifetime. The restaurant was almost empty, so interruption would be unlikely. If you’re me, what do you do in this situation? Do you hold fast to your standards and hope you can find the perfect girl to make love to some other time, after months of watching chick flicks and going for candlelit dinners with her? Hell no, you don’t.

I practically ripped Ellie’s shirt off while she worked on my belt. Our mouths were glued together, and our tongues were exploring without hesitation. I fumbled with her black lacy bra as she finally unfastened my belt. She had already undone my fly and shoved my pants down when I managed to unhook the bra. Immediately, she slid the straps off of her shoulders and fell to her knees, bringing my boxers to the floor as she did so. As she unbuttoned and removed her jeans, Ellie got to work on my swollen cock. With her hands preoccupied, she went at it with her mouth, giving me no time to even comprehend what was happening. I threw my head back in pleasure that I had never thought possible. Her tongue was sloppily circling around my cock, licking me as she engulfed my length with her mouth. After finally getting her pants off, Ellie pulled away from my cock.

“If you thought that was good,” she said, “just you wait.” She bent herself over the sink, and her hand found my manhood as I stepped up behind her. Oh, fuck. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. I pushed her hand away and took control. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Take control of me. Make this pussy- OH, YES!”

I drove myself into her depths, feeling her tight pussy around me. It fit so perfectly, as if it were trying to squeeze the cum out of me.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she begged, and I obliged. I pulled out slowly, and then shoved myself back into her. “FUCK!” she yelled, before I covered her mouth with my hand. She nearly bit me in her excitement as I thrust in and out of her like a piston. Her body went limp, and just as soon as it had, she was flailing, her muscles contracting around my rock-hard cock and pulling me even deeper into her.

“Ellie, I’m gonna-“

“Do it! I’m on the pill. Fucking full me up!” I hadn’t ever expected, in my wildest dreams, to get the chance to cum inside her. I thrusted furiously, showing a side of myself that I had never even seen before. I could feel it coming, and I grabbed Ellie’s hips as I rammed even harder and faster.

“Oh, Alex!” she yelled. I didn’t care who heard.

“ELLIE!” I plunged into her one final time before holding her, forcing her, against me as cum rushed out of me like a geyser. I gave a few little pumps to maximize my pleasure before the seventh and final stream of cum made its way into Ellie. I collapsed, exhausted, and she turned her head around and kissed me.

I was in a daze as I finally pulled out, but luckily, Ellie knew what to do. “Let me get that for you,” she said, as she kneeled down and took me in her mouth once again. After thoroughly sucking all of my chubby, she looked up at me. “There. All clean.” We dressed and washed our faces off, giggling the whole time.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“And that’s how it went down,” I said with a smug look on my face.

“Yeah, right!” Jon smirked from across the table. Just then, Ellie’s group of friends approached me.

“I want a turn,” one of them said to me, handing me a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

“We heard a lot about you,” another said with a wink, doing the same.

“Call us some time,” Ellie whispered in my ear.

“Us?” I asked incredulously. They all giggled and rushed away.

I’ll never forget the look on Jon’s face as I pocketed their numbers. That seemed like an offer that was far too good to pass up.

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