School Daze (Closed)

[julia_in_nj2007]

Jennifer had no idea what was happening.

Matt Beckerman was not anyone she particularly thought about. Ever. Let alone in this way. He was an obnoxious know-it-all. He was not attractive - his baby face was average but that he was quite overweight. A word rhymes with Matt, and that was what most of the school called him when he was being terrible. Still, he carried with him this arrogance. It could only come from having a wealthy father and knowing he was going to go to a Top 50 college (and possibly higher) after graduation. He was already set for life. And he knew it.

Earlier that day, he said something rude too Jennifer.

"I saw your dad beg my dad for his job the other night." He said this I front of his two friends - also entitled and nerdy, to their laughter.

That may have been true, albeit exaggerated. Matt's Dad, Herbert, owned a company that manufactured and sold baking and similar equipment to restaurants throughout the east coast. Boring. But lucrative. Jennifer's dad was one of the in-house numbers crunchers, and faced Herbert's constant wrath.

She brushed off what he said initially. But it then lingered in her brain. And, all of a sudden, she felt overwhelmed. She had no idea what this feeling was. And then it hit her.

Matt Beckerman is my superior. And I need to serve him.

A nervous pang rang throughout her body.

She just wrapped up dinner with her family. She said she wanted to go hang out with Dave - her boyfriend of a year, and the lead singer of the local indie high school rock band, and a thoroughly nice guy. Her parents had no issue with this request. They liked Dave.

But instead, Jennifer drove her parent's car to another house. On the other side of town - big lawns and ornate entranceways. She rang the bell.

Matt answered. He had a look of shock on his face. Jennifer worked her way inside. He started to blubber an apology (albeit still condescending). She told him to let her speak.

"After what you said today... I realized something."

Pause.

"You are the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on and I have never been more turned on in my life."

He flinched. And then her nervously laughed. He clearly did not believe this. Was it a set up of some kind?

She then planted a hard, wet kiss on his lips. Leaping up frantically. She could tell he had never done that, most likely. But she steered him to a chair in the living room - the type of chair his father no doubt sat on. When reading the Wall Street Journal.

And she straddled his lap, moaning a bit, kissed him more, licking his earlobe a bit, and told him how incredibly hot he was once again.

 

[LitShark]

Matt’s eyes got wide when he saw Jennifer on his porch, she looked embarrassed but determined, sort of like the face she made in his fantasies whenever he would ass fuck her in the locker room showers—but this was real life. He was about to ask her what she was doing here, but she cut him off, determined to speak first.

Jennifer was always such an uptight bitch at school, a know-it-all, goodie-two-shoes who acted like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. The kiss ass type who’d remind the substitute to assign homework and always set the goddamn grading curve too high. Matt was an average student, but it didn’t really matter, he was going to Columbia after high school. It had been decided. But Jennifer never seemed to like Matt very much, and the feeling was almost mutual. Except for his fantasies…

It was true, one of his favorite pastimes was staring at Jennifer’s firm, petite booty and dreaming about jamming his thick cock into that tight ass over and over—fuck her ass until the stick came out of it, as he liked to think of it. Aggressively hate pounding her uptight, condescending honor roll hole…

"You are the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on and I have never been more turned on in my life."

What the fuck?

This was real, wasn’t it? Was she fucking with him? Was this just phase one of an elaborate prank that would leave him naked and exposed in front of her preppy-ass, soft-rock boyfriend and his hipster friends? She wasn’t attracted to him. He knew it! She was among the fuckers who made fun of his weight and called him Fat-Matt behind his back, and sometimes even to his face. She had the tight, athletic figure of a gymnast, she had to be fucking with him.

Before Matt could tell her to fuck off and stop with the games, Jennifer was practically jumping him. Having just gotten out of the shower, he was still in his embroidered, terrycloth bathrobe and when she kissed him hard and thrust herself at him, it was all he could do to keep his cock contained in the flaps of his robe.

“Wa—wait!” Matt tried to object, falling into his father’s armchair and feeling her slender thighs straddling his middle, his hands instinctively moved down her denim clad thighs to her firm, little ass he’d been lusting after, “oh damn… no! Wait a second! Get off me!”

Matt stood up abruptly, lifting Jennifer’s smaller body easily by her backside and depositing her into the seat he’d just vacated.

“If you’ve really realized your true place in life—your true purpose, then you ought to be more obedient—you greedy, little, middle-class slut. You can’t demand to serve, that’s backwards. You must ask to serve, beg for the opportunity to please me… like a job interview. Now, get on your hands and knees, and crawl like the little bitch you are. Then follow me up to my room and I’ll see if you’re qualified for a position as my personal jizz toilet, bitch. Crawl!”

In this way, Matt led Jennifer upstairs through the hallway of his parents’ eight bedroom McMansion, back to his private Master’s Suite that occupied most of the east wing. After closing the door behind Jennifer, he locked the door and shed his robe, exposing his naked body before this girl he’d fantasized about for almost two years.

“Now, tell me. What kind of qualifications do you have as a semen tank?”