Watching the Bad Boy Fúúck

The fever was bad the next morning. Leona woke up shaking. Her skin was pink and hot. Her body felt heavy, like she was walking in water. But she got up. Today was important. She got dressed careful. A white shirt. A grey long skirt. Thick black tights. She looked like a good Pastor’s daughter. But under the clothes, her skin burned. Her panties were already damp. Her p***y was swollen and hot. Today was “research day.” She played a game with herself. She heard people talk at school. Someone was going to use the old room in the empty part of school. For s*x. She needed to see it. She needed to hear it. She knew nothing about s*x. Only white sheets and quiet prayers. She needed to write about real, dirty s*x. She needed to see a d**k ruin a girl. She got to school. The hallways were loud. The noise hurt her ears. She looked down. She held her books tight against her chest. Then she saw him. Damian. He stood by his locker. Girls stood around him. He wore a blue jacket. He looked big and strong. His hair was messy. When he laughed, it looked like the sun. Leona stopped breathing. He looked so nice. So safe. That was not the Damian she wrote about. In her stories, his eyes were not warm. They were dark. Hungry. She watched his hand touch a girl’s hair. She thought about that hand grabbing her neck. Pushing her down. Forcing her face into his crotch. Her head spun. The fever made her see things blurry. She leaned on the lockers. A heavy arm went around Damian. Leona jumped. It was Aaron. Aaron was not like Damian. Aaron was dark and rough. He was the school bad boy. He smiled like a weapon. He changed girlfriends all the time. He had a dirty, man smell. He smelled like s*x and cigarettes. Leona hated it. But she also liked it. It made her cunt twitch. “Yo, Golden Boy,” Aaron laughed loud. He grabbed Damian’s shoulder. “Stop talking to the locals. Come to lunch.” Leona watched them. They were close. Too close. She hated Aaron. She hated how he touched Damian. She heard he slept with all the cheerleaders. She hated him because he was everything Damian was not. He was rude. Loud. Mean. But when Aaron laughed, she felt a pull. It was danger. Wild. In her book, the Damian character was a mix. The face was Damian’s. The body, the moves, the size… that was Aaron. Leona saw Aaron behind the gym once. She saw how he moved. Like an animal taking what he wanted. Like a dog humping a leg. That picture stayed in her brain. Suddenly, Damian looked up. His eyes looked through the hall. They locked on hers. Leona’s heart stopped. She felt naked. Like he could see through her clothes. Like he could smell her wet cunt. Like he could see the dirty secrets in her head. Her face got red. Hot. She looked down. She ran to the door. The rest of the day was a dream. Leona sat in class. She wrote notes but did not know what they said. The clock went slow. She waited for the bell. When it rang, she did not go home. She waited until the hallways were empty. She waited until the sun went down. The old school had shadows. She went to the empty part of the school. The air smelled like chalk and old wax. The floor creaked. She found Room 304. The door was open a little. Leona’s heart pounded so hard it hurt. She went in. The room was empty. Old desks were in the corner. There was a big metal locker in the back. For gym stuff. She walked to it. The fever made the room spin. She opened the locker door. It smelled like old rubber and sweat. It stank like old jizz. She got in between gym mats and old balls. She left the door open a crack. Just enough to see. She shook. Part of her wanted to run. But the part of her that wrote smut stayed. Her p***y was dripping. She could feel the wetness soak into her tights. Time passed. Silence. Then, the door creaked. Leona held her breath. Through the crack, she saw two people. Aaron. And Chloe. The head cheerleader. She looked like a model. Leona’s eyes got big. It was not Damian. It was Aaron. She was sad for a second. But then she felt interested. Her hole clenched. Aaron did not wait. He grabbed Chloe’s waist. He kissed her hard. His tongue went in her mouth. Chloe giggled. But she kissed him back. She was already panting like a dog. “God, Aaron,” she said. “Not here… people can come in.” “Let them,” Aaron growled. He pushed her against the desk. He lifted her up. She sat on the edge. He stood between her legs. His hands went up her legs. He pushed her skirt up. Leona watched. She could not look away. From the locker, she saw everything. It was a dirty angle. She saw Aaron’s hands. Big and rough. On Chloe’s white skin. Leona felt hot. Hotter than the fever. This was real. Not pixels. This was heavy breathing. The sound of clothes. The smell of s*x. It got in the locker. It stank like musk and heat. Aaron unzipped his jeans. Leona looked at his hands. When he pulled it out, Leona bit her lip. He was huge. She wrote about size. But seeing it was crazy. It was angry. Thick. With big blue veins. It stuck out from him. The head was purple and swollen. Chloe wrapped her hand around it. Her fingers did not touch. She moved her hand slow. “Yeah,” Aaron said. His head went back. “Like that, baby.” Leona felt a hurt between her legs. It almost hurt. She squeezed her legs. It made it worse. She was wet again. A thick cream was leaking out of her. Her underwear was slick and sticky. She thought about being Chloe. She thought about that heavy weight in her hand. The heat. The smell of it. Chloe got off the desk. She got on her knees. Leona watched. The girl took Aaron’s d**k in her mouth. Leona saw the head move. She saw the cheeks go in. She heard the wet sounds. Slurp, slurp, glug. It was loud in the quiet room. Aaron made a low sound. He put his hands in her hair. He moved her head. He pushed his hips. He f****d her face. “Take it,” he said. “Choke on it.” Thick strings of spit ran down Chloe’s chin. It dripped onto her t**s. It was a sloppy mess. Leona’s hand went down. She pressed on her skirt. She was on fire. The fever made her head spin. She was not in a locker. She was on her knees. Damian was there. Holding her hair. f*****g her throat with Aaron’s d**k. She was drooling all over herself. Suddenly, Aaron pulled Chloe up. He bent her over the desk. He flipped her skirt up. He ripped her panties. The sound tore through the room. “Please,” Chloe said. But she sounded like she wanted more. Her p***y was dripping down her leg. Aaron lined himself up. He pushed in. Leona watched the hit. Chloe’s body jerked forward. Her hands scratched the desk. Aaron did not go slow. He rammed it in. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the room. Slap, slap, slap. Her p***y made a wet, squishing noise every time he hit it. Squelch, squelch. The room filled with the stench of balls and sweat and raw f*****g. “Damian,” Leona thought. Her eyes closed. She pressed her head on the cold metal. “It is Damian. Damian is taking me.” In her head, the nice boy was gone. A monster was there. He used her body. He filled her up so she could not breathe. She thought about the stretch. The burn. Being full. Being a c*m-dumpster. She could not stop it. Her skirt rubbing on her hard c**t was too much. Seeing Aaron push hard. Hearing Chloe moan like a w***e. Thinking of Damian. It all crashed. A small moan came out of Leona’s mouth. The room got quiet.