You are pretty sure that now you understand everything about being horny. You are totally positive and have no doubt about it. You can feel it in every part of your body. In your head, because you only think about fucking. You feel it in your hands, in your arms, in your legs; you are hot as fuck, and it's nothing to do with the work out that you're doing at the football pitch. Your cock is hard, it's so fucking hard that you probably have blue balls. No, not probably, you have blue balls. You'll check them later. Now, while you're running you can watch her. Blond hair flipping every time she is in the air, nice smile, great body, perfect tits and amazing ass. God! You could give everything you've got for a minute with her! Just speaking, just to look right at those beautiful blue eyes, as blue as your balls, you are sure of it now. Your cock twitches, always is the same. You look at her, and tada! Horny as fuck. You can remember the days when these sorts of things were not an issue. Well... you also remember when talk to people were hard as hell. Those were the days.
Today you must concentrate. The big game is this Saturday afternoon, nothing is more important than that. Except, talk to Clarke Griffin. God, she is so beautiful! Fuck! The game! Head on the game! Chill, mate, chill! You see how Raven Reyes is just flying to stop the bloody ball with one hand. She is superb, the perfect goalie. Shit! Echo Summers is running, the best left defender you ever met. Nothing and no one passes her. She passes the ball to Trish Attwood, the goddess of the midfield, a centre, more about defending, lest about attacking. For the attack, we have no other than Octavia Blake, a midfield whom is the most formidable playmaker that you have ever met. Who has the ball right now. Two midfields are running towards her, she saw that, she stops, steps on the ball, and throws a perfect pass that fall at the feet of Anya Woods, the captain of the team, and the right striker. You run in the same direction, with the same speed to the goal. Two defenders block her path, she sees you running to the goal, so before they steal the ball from her she throws a pass to you that land exactly in the centre circle. So, with the speed and force you are running, you kick the ball, your target is the left-up corner. In an unstoppable move you shoot, you score, the goal is clean.
"GGGGGGGGOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLL!" You scream, you are happy, less horny. Head on the game, that's the only thing that you have to do. Like the actual striker that you supposed to be. Focus. Football. One thing at a time. You know that. Thank God, the game is over. You are tired.
"Lexa, that was wicked!" Anya runs towards you and hugs you. "You are not so bad, Woods." Your sister pads you on the back. A comforting gesture to calm you down. She really knows you.
"Yeah, well. I do my best." All the team is congratulating you now. You don't really enjoy the attention, you don't really like people touching you; you have been improved, but you are not fully comfortable. The cheering helps you to forget about your horny self, sort of, you can still see her. God! She's perfect. You wanted her so bad.
"This team it's gonna ace the next game." Octavia said with a big smile on her face. You walk to the middle fields to start again.
"Yeah! Totally! This team is a very nice and working oiled machine. And the strikers Woods are bee's knees." Raven yells from the goalie.
"Really Reyes, 'bee's knees'?" Anya is mocking her, she always does. Best friends, you know?
"What? That was fucking amazing! Better?" The Latina says out loud. She likes to be the centre of attention and you are so glad of that. For you it's uncomfortable knowing that people look at you. The funny thing is that you don't mind that a special someone looks at you. You got it bad, little Woods.
"Yeah!" You say with a smile on your face. The moment you hear the whistle you turn your body to go to your coach, but you see a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Clarke is looking right at you, she smiles, put her thumbs up. Just a few seconds, she turns around and continues jumping and chanting words that you don't understand nor can hear. You can't believe that she is paying attention to the game, by a long chalk, to you. You wanna show off, but as always, fates are against you, and you tangled up with your shoelace and fall, your face almost touches the ground, good thing your reflexes are on point, that face of yours is something to take care of, or that's what your friends keep telling you. But... fucking hell! Nice captain you're gonna be next year. Everybody is laughing at you. You feel embarrassed. You don't look at the cheerleader squat the rest of the practise.
Now in the locker rooms, the teasing is unstoppable. Your teammates are like your family, even though Anya is your big sis, all of them have your back anytime you need it. They know you, they know you have some social issues, they know you're intersex and nobody blinked an eye when you told them. You're a great striker, Lexa. If you feel uncomfortable with the bath thing, we can always give you space, but, fuck it! You're a nice girl. Raven voiced your concern a year ago, and now, you are living a normal life. Bless the millennials and their open minds.
"Showing off much, Commander?" Octavia, mocks at you.
"What? I fell, big deal, get over it people." You are undoing your shoelace, trying not to look at anyone. Your ego hurts.
"You fell in front of the princess." Raven reminds you. You can control your crush, you can control your actions around her. It's not like you avoid the blonde... not always, sometimes you have to be in the same room as her, for example, you had a class with her last year, you didn't sit next to her but you didn't got out running either. Your teammates are just taking the piss now, it's not like everybody in the school knows about your crush.
"Fuck off! I just… Fuck!" You're frustrated. You were doing a great job out there, football is your thing, like history, politics, math or physics. It's just that Clarke Griffin affects your mind. And apparently your body too. And nobody ever has done that.
"Hey, don't worried about it." Trish says while she's dressing. "She's a big Woods' fan, the team in general."
"How do you know?" This piece of information could help your case. If you had a case at all.
"We take physics together and she is always talking about the female football team. She thinks you're a great striker." The blonde girl says that to you like if that was nothing, maybe for her it's nothing but for you, it means you have… What? Hope?
"Why you never told me that?" You can't believe it, you got a chance to talk to Clarke Griffin. Kind of say, hi, and hope for the best. Now you know you have a chance.
"Don't know. She's a Spurs' fan, probably because of that." Trish returns to her locker and starts to collect her things. The team has a very strict policy about the professional football teams. We all are fans of the West Ham United and the most hated rival are the Spurs. So that's a huge problem.
"OH. MY. GOD." Raven screams. "Mate! Talking about a forbidden love. Your crush has a horrible football team taste. You can be like Romeo and Juliet of hooligans." The Latina takes her bag and walks to the door. You can't say anything, your mind it's a little… Fuzzy.
"Well Lex, nothing is perfect." Anya, your sister, the supporter.
"Are you gonna cry?" The young brunette tells you. You love Octavia, but sometimes she can be very brutal. "That shit and the fact that we really don't know if she likes girls. She was dating Finn Collins, the last I heard. But you are cute, you may have a chance."
"Now, that is a problem, commander." Fucking Anya!
"Fuck you Anya! Fuck you all!" You can't take this anymore. Yeah you have a crush, and yeah, you weren't going to do anything about it, because you promise Costia that both of you would try to be friends and keep single as long as you could. You wanted to have a chance to be together again if she ever got back from Switzerland; but that was a year ago. All that you know is that your, now ex-girlfriend, is dating some nerdy girl who owns a comic book store. You're cool with it. You loved Costia, in a way you still do. She was the first person, apart from your family, who knew about your intersex self and your awkwardness and she didn't care. She gave you her support, and her love. And she is so clever that she's got a scholarship to go to Surval Montreux, to study God knows what! She's happy, and you are happy for her. But a year a go you were sad, so sad. It was the first time that you ever felt like that, like if something was missing. Probably was the fact that you got used to her. You two had this respectful and nice relationship, like a super friendship, the sex was not important for the both of you, just being around and do things together was all right. Before she went away you did it, you liked it, it was sweet, but she left, and your newly found libido went with her, until you saw the blonde walking by the hall at your school. That was the first time you felt your cock came to life, the commander twitched. But come on! SHE IS FUCKING CLARKE GRIFFIN!
"Lex, we are going. Take a cold shower. I see you at home. Oh! And before I forget, we think that you should fuck Griffin's brains out, because we need all of you in the next game. Bye sis."
"I fucking hate you, Anya. Bugger off!" You scream to no one and go to the showers. Now that you know that nobody is in here, you take a very cold, very deserve shower. You are thinking about the blonde, her smile, her curves, her hair, and your cock starts to wake, and of course, the bloody cold shower hasn't done anything to calm you down. So, you start to stroke your dick, thinking about Clarke Griffin. You close your eyes and imagine her mouth in your cock, her tongue licking all your dick, how she would suck your balls. Fuck, Clarke! That scape out of your mouth, you don't care about it, you know that no one stays in school after five. It has been your ritual, taking showers alone, late; it's part of the team support about, well, yourself. So yeah! A little wank in the shower, it's no big deal. You know? It's a released, that your horny self needs. You are so into it that you don't heard the person that enters. Now you are stroking your cock fast and hard, your precum and the water running over your body helps tons, your cock it's so hard that it hurts, the extra lubrication helps. Your breathing is so noisy that by the time that you cum with a very loud fuck, I want you so much, Clarke, It is too late.
"Wow!" You hear an unknown voice and the only thing that you can manage to do is put your hands over your dick and face the wall. Fucking hell! "I heard that I was very good at give some, you know, helping image for jerking off, but that was amazing. So much cum. Was I good?"
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so fucking dead. That is all that you can think about. You actually don't hear what Clarke is saying. "I… Am… Fuck."
"Yeah, you did, pretty well, apparently." You are so embarrassed, you can't even find that comment funny. You just close your eyes and hope for the best, in this case, that Clarke isn't there. "Are you alright? You look like you're gonna faint." She says to you, she is coming closer. You definitely are going to faint.
"Probably I will. Could you just… Give me a minute!? Please, I just need to, you know, kill myself and never come back to this school."
"And take another shower." She says smiling. God her smile is like a piece of art. Why is she smiling? This is not fucking funny, is humiliating. "Yeah! No problem, commander. And, by the way, nice cock. Do you shave!?"
"Oh my god!" You're gonna die, and your cock is getting hard again. Fucking Clarke Griffin. "Yeah I do. Really, could you give me a minute, please?"
"Yeah! Yeah! No rush." She walks out of the shower room; you can't believe your luck.
You take thirty more minutes hopping Clarke isn't there anymore. How could you look at her eyes? What would you say? Hey love, look, you're so fucking hot and gave me blue balls out there in the practise so I have to wank myself for dear life. No! Of course, no! The team are gonna make my life a living hell. Bloody, me! I should´ve just gone home and spank the Frank at home, like a respectful teenage girl that I am. You reprimand yourself, not paying attention around.
"Yeah! You should've done that!" Clarke says, her voice sound amused.
"OH MY GOD! Bloody hell! What are you doing here? Fuck! Why me, God?" That's it. You have nothing left to lose, not dignity anymore. Plus, you're topless, and your towel is only cover your cock, your ass is expose, and your clothes is in your locker, which is, exactly next to Clarke's locker, now you notice.
"What? There's nothing to be ashamed of. I told you, you have a beautiful cock. Your tits and ass are in great shape too. Like, fucking great shape. You have a six pack... Damn, you are hot!" She smiles and comes near you, but you took a step back, and close your eyes.
"Clarke, could you please stop talking about my penis, close your eyes, let my put some close on, and then I would apologies for what you saw and heard. Please?" You feel Clarke's hand on your shoulder, and she whispers in your ear. "Yeah commander, I can do that. I'll wait for you out side. Don't take forever." Then you hear her leave the room, you can sort of breath easy again. You are getting anxious, something like this has never happened before, not even with Costia. What are you gonna do? In the mean time, you take your black sport top, put it on, your black briefs, your black jeans, and your V-neck white shirt, your blue socks, your grey vans, and your blue and white letterman jacket and took off.
"Looking nice, commander." Clarke smiles at you. "Can I give you a lift?" She makes you jump. What's going on? You have wanted and waited for so long that she talked to you, one way or another, and now you are pushing her away. You are embarrassed, yeah, but come on! She's Clarke Griffin, for fuck sake, focus.
"It's not necessary. Don't worry about it." You look at your trainers.
"Hey!" She takes your face in her hands and lifts it. "Lexa, there's nothing to be ashamed off. That happens, you know?" You look at her eyes and you can see her concern. "It was flattering, really."
"I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, really, really, really, sorry. I thought I was alone." Your face is getting red. She's touching your face, it fells nice. She smells great. You are in front of Clarke Griffin. The fates are laughing for sure.
"Do you do that often?" She asks, meanwhile starts to walk to the parking lot.
"No! It was a mistake and I'm really, really, really, sorry. I'm not gonna do that again." You are not so sure about what else to say. You are thinking while you walk to her car to say goodbye and then shoot yourself in the face. Easy peasy. But you're sure that Anya would bring you back to the grave, she'd make you play the Saturday's game and kill you again with her bare hands. There are no places to go, you are going down.
"So, Lexa, I'm Clarke, but, I sort of guess that you already know that." Yes, you know that. Why is she chuckling? Is she joking?
"Yes! I know. I have known since last year, actually." Your face is red with embarrassment, but, hey! Your pride is gone, so what else is there to lose? Be brave and fuck it!
"Really? Why haven't you never say hi?" You keep walking, but your pace is slower and slower.
"Well, I had a long distant girlfriend the first time that I saw you walking by the hall. And, well, I knew that you dated Finn Collins, so... I never really thought that you noticed me, to be honest. So, when Costia went away, we tried this long distant relationship. We manage for a couple of months, then, she met someone, and me, well, now I'm here. Ashamed and talking to my only crush since Costia. So, how pathetic is that for Heda?"
"Well. I'm impressed. I didn't know I was your crush."
"I'm pretty sure that you are the whole school's crush." You arrive to her car. You say nothing more, just smile "Goodbye Clarke". You say your farewell and attempt to leave, but she takes your hand and stops you.
"I know, from a very good source that you are, actually, the school's crush. The nicer Woods' sister. Or so I heard."
"Yeah! The one that squeezing the cream from the flesh twinkie at the school showers." You pause yourself for a minute and face Clarke. "I know that I can't actually ask you anything, but, could you not mention this… to… anyone… not a soul? Please? It's very difficult to be different in the school, let alone people start to think that I'm a pervert. By the way, I'm not. I'm just happened to be a very horny teenager. I would never do to you any harm. So… I'm really sorry. I'm gonna be out of your way, o.k?" You are about to realise your hand from hers when she asks you something completely unexpected.
"Did it help?" She lets go your hand, but you can't run away now. Not with her beautiful blue eyes looking direct to yours. "God, your eyes are so green and beautiful! But, did it?"
"What?" Yes, you are stupid, and you are just not listening to her, nevertheless, this whole situation it's totally bizarre for you.
"The wank. Did it help? You looked so stress in the pitch. You always play good, but you looked uncomfortable today."
"Yeah, yeah it did." You're astonish. Of course, it helps, you jerked off thinking about Clarke Griffin. "I'm totally calm now. Dead of embarrassed, but cool."
"Well, I'm glad I could help. We don't wanna loose the next big game, do we?" She smiles at you and opens the driver's door. "Come on! Put your stuff in the boot and then jump in, I'll drive you home."
"O.k" MY GOD. This is just bizarre! But you accept your good fortune and got in the car. She opens her boot and you put your bag in it. The trunk is amazing, it's a Lincoln MKC, blue. Now, you sort of understand why they call her princess.
"So where are we going?" She asks you.
"Mmmm… River plate and forest 307" You put your sit bell on and start playing with it. "Nice car."
"Thanks, it's not mine. It's my father's, he lends me it because my car is at the mechanic. He doesn't like me been alone in the public transportation. Something about my safety, but I'm sure it is because he knows that I got lost easily."
"Wow! O.k. What do you drive?" You can't stop the question. It's a bloody Lincoln! You only saw them on the streets when you are walking. You love that brand.
"A Renault"
"Which one?"
"Are you into cars?"
"Sort of… Well, yeah! I am. There's no reason to be shy now, is there?" You say calm. Damn the world.
"Nop! I drive a Koleos." You feel that she is getting uncomfortable, you don't really know why, but you forget all about it when you hear the most amazing name of a car. Your dream car!
"NO!" You say more loudly that you intent and your checks start to get red, again. How much are you gonna humiliated yourself today? On the other hand, there's nothing that can top you shower wank, really. "Sorry" You hear Clarke giggles. "It's my favourite trunk, the Koleos."
"Well is a good thing I have one."
"Yeah!" You are looking through the window, you're near to your house and it's starting to get dark. You start to unlock your site bell, and say good bye to Clarke, who is griping the steering wheel too hard for someone who was comfortable just a moments ago. She stops the car two blocks before your house. "Well, thanks! And don't worry, I'm gonna be out of your life, I promise."
"We can, you know, talk at school, and here a little bit." She is not looking at you and you feel kind of tense now.
"Yeah! Sure. I own you. I sort of… you know. You help a mate… with the sexual release. Fuck! It heard better in my head. Sorry." Clarke didn't say anything, she is just looking through the windscreen. "Clarke are you o.k?" You ask, because you don't know what else to do.
"Yeah! Cool." She looks at you and smiles, and you smile back. "It's gonna get dark soon." She's not looking at you. You have probably overstepped again. Fucking oblivious social technics.
"Yeah! I should go. It gets really, really, creepy, you can't see much. The streets lamps are broken in this street." You smile, and for the second time this day you try to get out of the car.
"So" Clarke starts to say. "My car is gonna be ready in two days. Saturday morning. Would you like me to give you a lift to Floukru?"
"I don't wanna intrude" This, really is strange. You feel like if Clarke is asking you out, but that can't be, can it?
"I'm asking you, Lexa."
"O.k, Yeah! That would be nice." And then, you throw your card. "It's a date." You expect that she said something like, yeah, like friends. But what she did was unpredicted.
"Finally!" She unlocks her seat belt and kisses you hard on the lips. You don't do anything, because you are a fucking moron. After a while she stops and looks at your eyes. "Lexa, I like you, so can you please start kissing me back, because I know you like me too." She pauses for a moment and chuckles. "Your cock is hard." You look down, and yes, of course, the fucking commander it's awake.
"I'm… sorry?" You really don't know what to do.
"For what?" She smiles and puts two fingers on your chin for you to look at her.
"I don't know, I just sort of have the necessity of apologise all the time this day." She smiles, and you smile back.
"You are cute when you're all clueless. And so, you know, I'm single, I'm bi, and I really like you."
"I thought you were dating Finn." You say. You should keep quiet.
"Nop. Good first date, and then I heard the commander was single, so, I thought I had a chance." She caresses your left check and slowly lean to kisses you. You close the space and kiss her with all that you have. She tastes good, sweet and warm. You are kissing CLARKE GRIFFIN, finally! And she likes you, and you are horny as hell. You can't control your cock, or you lust, you have been dreaming about this moment for a good year now. You stop the kiss, lick your lips to savour her. And then you give thanks to your randy self. "So." She starts to speak; her pupils are so dilated that her eyes are almost black. "Can I see your cock?" Oh God have mercy on me!
"Are you sure?" You ask, you're in the middle of the street and about to pull out your dick from your pants.
"Yeah! I'm really turn on since I watch you in the showers" You nod. You can't make her suffer. This is something totally out of character for you, but... YOLO, that's what Anya always says.
"But it's your dad's trunk" You say meanwhile unbuttoning your jeans. Really, you don't give a fuck about that statement, but you´re a good lad, you need to ask.
"Well, let's just hope you won't come as much as you did a while ago." You smile, and your jeans are open and your briefs shows a very hard, very large cock.
"I'm not making any promises" You smile, check the cost, and take your dick out. She gasps and for a moment, simply looking at it. You don't brag about your cock, but it's a good one, bigger and thicker than others. At least, Costia used to say it was nice, the bigger and thicker thing, you got it from porn.
"Fuck! You are huge!" And that it's the confirmation to the rule.
"Sorry? Are you o.k?" It has past several minutes and she is just looking at it. Now you are started to think that she is not gonna do anything, so you start to put it in your pants and run for your life.
"No, wait! What are you doing?" She puts her hand over yours, without looking at your cock.
"Nothing?" This YOLO thing is not that easy.
"It's just. Boys aren't usually that big... and I thought I saw a big one... you know… big… this is… wow!" You can't control yourself and kiss her. She's cute when she's flushed.
"You don't have to do anything. I'm cool." Your lie shows when your dick twitches. Fucking bastard. Commander of horny army. "Sorry!" Your smile.
"Can I touch it!?"
"Yeah! Totally. You two are good friends now." She smiles, takes your junk really softly and strokes it really gentle. You can't believe that, about an hour ago you were ready to shoot yourself in the face, because Clarke has seen you jerking off in the school shower calling her name, and now, she's the one giving you a hand. This is just amazing. "Fuck, Clarke, I think you should stop, or I'm gonna cum all over your dad's car."
"Do you want to?" She asks you with a smile on her face and a very, very temping look in her eyes.
"What? Do I want to cum? Or Do I want to cum in your dad's car? Because, I'm super ready for that. Whatever that is." You hear her laughs, is the most beautiful music that you ever heard. Fucking crush, it makes you look everything beautiful.
"Can you hold it?" Whuuut? HOLD IT! IT'S SO READY TO EXPLODE! I'm like the fucking Mont Vesuvius right now. Can I hold it?! You think, but you don't wanna disappoint her, so, of course you say.
"Yeah! Yeah! Sure…" And your cock twitches. You're so bad at lying and the bloody commander knows that. "I mean, until the third date and all... right." Yeah, right. You are gonna need tons of cold showers, your hand it's gonna be so fucked up that you would not be able to even write your own name. You are suffering so much that just now you become aware of what you said. You are affirming, without asking Clarke first, that you will be dating. "I mean… Clarke, I'm so sorry! I just thought… look… Fuck! I'm such a wanker!"
"Yeah, you are… literally." She's laughing, so clear and so pure, so… mate! Stop, you're gonna cum and she is not doing anything. The commander has calm down now. "I was thinking that, maybe, if you can hold it, we can go to the back seat because it has more room and we can be comfortable. What do you think?" She waits until you respond too rush for your liking.
"Yes, yes!" And then, the commander is packed and ready to go. In less than a second, you're in the back seat waiting for Clarke. Whom doesn't make you wait much.
"O.k so… Hi! My name is Clarke Griffin, I'm in twelve years and I have a confection to make."
"O.k" It was a miracle that you didn't remove your cock from your pants the exact minute that your ass felt the seat. She looks at you and then you can see a faint of blush in her checks.
"I really like you Lexa. I wasn't sure if you ever like me back, so… God. You can go anytime if this is too much for you, o.k?"
"O.k" Now, this is unusual.
"I sort of asked Trish about your practise and if I could, you know, kind of bumped into you. And she told me that you always stay late after practise. And well, I just wanna say, hi. And ask you out. So, yeah! I'm not a stalker, I promise. It's just. You are so hot, and I was tired of doing nothing for you to notices me… and… well… here we are." You can't believe your ears; CLARKE GRIFFIN HAS A CRUSH ON YOU. YOU! "Lexa say something" She is sitting next to you. You take her face in your hands and kiss her softly. Letting her know that's o.k. You want this.
"I'm really glad that I was jerking off with your name on my mouth when you caught me in the showers, because now you know how much I like you." You keep stroking her checks.
"Aren't you mad?"
"What? No! Of course not. I'm flatter. Not every day Clarke Griffin tells you that she likes you, and the commander." You simile at her and he smiles back.
"I thought you were the commander."
"Yeah! Nop. Mmmm… my mom calls me Heda, which means commander in Trigedasleng, because I was the cute little champ who talked Anya into do things that we supposed not to. I commanded the attacks." You smile and keep talking about why everybody in the team call you commander. You can't stop touching Clarke, you take her hand in yours and continue with your story. "One day we were in a sleep over at Octavia's, Raven asked me about my junk and how I called it, because she heard that all guys named their dicks. I told her that it hadn't have a name. Then Anya say that I should name it Heda. But I didn't like it, because... well... I'm Heda and then Raven shouted 'Commander'. At first that was a very private joke, you know, between friends. One day in the locker room, Raven shouted its nick name, and then everybody thought she was referring to me, like a player, the striker that command on the pitch, even though, Anya has been the captain for two years now. But she was pissing off and then the team came along, they accept the nick name, and since that day all my jerseys have the nick name. But, this is the real commander." You direct your glance to the now very still and limp commander. "And now you have to swear that you are not going to say a word about the commander thing."
"I promise." She smiles and kisses you. You feel more relax, more content with yourself. You feel like if you know Clarke from some time now, but that's just ridiculous, it's the first time that you have ever talked to her at all. "Now, that we are all aware of everything. How bad do you wanna cum?"
"Fuck! So bad! Give me a minute and a kiss and I will be ready to go." She smiles, straddles you and kisses you. You put your hand in her thighs and she starts to move her hips rubbing your cock. You feel her weight and the commander starts to weak up.
"Hey commander. Long-time not seen." You laugh. God, what did you do to deserve this moment, you don't know, but you're glad about it. "Are you o.k with just this? Not going further?" She asks you. Like if you would care. You can wait for her. Whatever it takes.
"I'm o.k. Are you?" She's kissing your neck and touching your tits. Pinching your nipples so softly.
"No, but, it's my dad's car. So… we really have no other option. Fuck, Lexa, when I saw your cock I was ready to kneel and suck it until you come in my face… you're so sexy, you know that?" Yes, now you know. A lot of people has told you that. You died and went to heaven, Clarke Griffin likes to talk dirty, and is rubbing her twat over you very hard, very ready cock.
"Fuck! You should have done that… On the other hand, you would've probably given me a heart attack." You both giggle.
"So hot and funny! I can't wait to fuck you until you forget your name." OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! You're gonna cum. There's nothing that can prevent that, you start to breathe deeply and thinking in other stuff. She feels your cock twitching and speed her rate.
"My God, Clarke. I'm gonna cum." And she pinches your nipples harder, move faster and bite your neck. And that was it for you. "My God, Clarke, you're perfect." You shout, and you cum in your pants. You come back to conscious a minute later. "Wow! Thanks, and sorry. I was… really motivated." You kiss her and lay her in her back. "You know, I may cum really messy, but I totally can help you with your problem." You smile and kiss her again.
"What do you mean?" She asks you and your hands starts to go down her breast, your hands land in her skirt. In contrast to you, she's girly. Now you notice what she's wearing. A perfect button up blue dress shirt, a black belt, which makes her waist look small and black flats. She looks hot, and you want nothing more than taste her.
"I can give you the Aussie kiss." You answer meanwhile your hand is lifting her dress. "And I can make it all clean."
"You are a dork. You know that?" You stop your actions, you're not sure if she wants you to continue.
"I've been told." You smile. "Do you want me to stop?" You ask, because, you will do anything for Clarke, it just seems unfair that you came... twice and she didn't even once. "Did you come? Or…"
"No, I didn't." She smiles at you, her gaze softs and caress your head. "I really want you to suck my fanny. Don't you think we, sort of jump a lot of steps right now?"
"Yeah, you're right. But, I wanna make you cum. It's only fair." Your hand strokes the inside of her thigh, you kiss her tommy and wait.
"O.k, could you give me a hand?" God she's so funny! Even in the middle of a very dark street with her legs wild open.
"Yeah! I can do that." Your hand starts to get up on her thighs, and you reach her knickers. You can feel how damp they are, how ready her fanny is. You begin to move your fingers over her knickers and see her closes her eyes and bites her lip. You are touching Clarke Griffin's twat. It's the best day of your life. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah! Keep going, a little harder and faster, please." Fuck! You would do whatever she asks you to.
"Like this?" Your fingers move faster over her clit, you can smell her, you wanna taste her, but you must wait, and you will.
"Lex?" The way she utters your name, so hot, so needy, is turning you on, again.
"Yeah!?" You don't stop.
"Remove my knickers, put your fingers inside me." And you're so ready that you almost rip her panties off. You put your middle finger first, slowly, your thump is in her clit and you move both fingers carefully. "Really, Lexa, I'm not gonna break… fuck… fuck… and I'm not gonna last long… put another finger in, please." You obey and start to speed your rhythm, you look at her, and she is giving you the filthiest look that you ever seen, with a very sexy smirk. So, feeling ballsy, you lean over, move your face closer to her fanny, and lick her pussy "OH MY GOD!" She shouts, and you know that you are doing a god job when her hands are over your head prevent you to move away. You smile and continue licking and fingering her. You feel her walls squeezing your fingers. She is close, so close. You move faster and harder and then… "Fuck Lex! You're so good! I'm… Cumming!" You have never been so proud of yourself. You wait for her to calm down. "You are great, your fingers feel so good inside me. You are huge everywhere." You smile, she is cute. Postcoital cute, is the best.
"Yeah! I have large fingers!" She laughs, and you remember to put out your fingers. You move slowly and lick them clean.
"So... I was thinking. How do you go to school?" She's readjusting her clothes.
"What?" If she wants to check your cheque account you're fucked.
"Sometimes Octavia give us a lift, sometimes Raven. Why?" She sits, she looks uncomfortable.
"Can I give you a lift?" She asks, she looks so shy, and you just licked her fanny, it's hilarious.
"Yeah! See you tomorrow." You kiss her.
"You taste like my fanny." You laugh.
"It tastes pretty good. Ain't it?" You simile, got out of the car, and go to the front seat, she follows you. She drives you home, kisses you good night, and drives away. YOU AND CLARKE GRIFINN! If your briefs weren't so full of cum, you would dance and jump. You enter to your house and run to your bedroom, take a quick shower, and put some boxers on. There's no way the commander will come to life now. She's happy and exhausted, as you are.
"Heda?" Anya call you from your door.
"It's open, idiot." You don't move a muscle, you're too comfortable laying in your bed to move.
"Who brought you home?" She asks.
"Clarke Griffin." You tell her like if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"No fucking way! You're lying." At that moment, your mobile rings.
"Hello!" You answer and put your mobile in speaker.
"Hey, Lex, I just call because you forgot your stuff in my trunk…. No point intendant." She laughs, you laugh, and Anya is in shock.
"Oh! Right. I'm sorry!" You answer, looking at Anya, and her mouth shuts for the first time.
"Don't worry. I'll give them to you tomorrow. See you, night!"
"See you. Good night." The conversation is finished, and Anya still isn't talking.
"So... We can say that she knows you exist."
"We can say that." You're still smiling like an idiot.
"And we can say that she likes you. That love bite is huge, mate! Congrats." And with that statement she's out of your room. This day was awesome! You Think.