Music blasted through the room as his alarm signaled him to get out of bed. Scott groaned and reached out to press the snooze button, but the noise stopped before his hand touched the clock. He opened his eyes to find Elaine staring back at him. Her legs straddled his hips, and her tousled hair fell down her shoulders, over her exposed breasts. His breath caught as he remembered what happened the night before, and fear clawed at his heart when he realized that she wanted to continue the little party.
Elaine didn't hesitate, pushing his mouth open with her tongue and massaging his, while nibbling and sucking on his lips. He pushed his head deeper into his pillow to get away, but she placed both hands on the sides of his face to keep him in place as her tongue explored his mouth. The touches sent sensations from his head all the way to his toes, and he closed his eyes when her hands started traveling down his torso. Her palms flattened at his stomach and gently caressed his well-defined abs. Her legs pushed at his waist, getting tighter than he thought was humanly possible. She pressed so hard that he gasped in pain and gripped her thighs to loosen them. She continued kissing his face, moving down to the curve of his neck. She touched it lightly with her lips at first, which progressed into pulsating kisses, and then began flicking her tongue back and forth against his skin. His hands went slack at her thighs and he groaned softly. His mind was telling him to stop her, but his body wanted her to ride him until the next morning. She seemed to read the thought as soon as it entered his own brain, and her tongue ran all the way down the middle of his chest.
Her hands became more forceful as they moved from his stomach to his back, pulling him upward, and then down to grab his butt. Her lips tugged and pulled at the skin right above the most sensitive area on his body, before moving all the way down. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, yanking them up until his knees were bent. All thoughts left his mind as she ran her tongue over him and kissed the head. She nibbled, bit, licked and sucked on every part of that area, while his mind fought for consciousness. Why was he lying there, enjoying all of this? It was wrong, he was one messed up kid if he wanted her to do this to him. But he couldn't stop her.
He suddenly felt very light-headed, he could barely breathe, and she just kept tugging harder and harder. His eyes shut tightly as he tried to stop what he knew would happen, but she licked him again and switched back into full gear. A moan escaped his lips when he couldn't stand it anymore, but Elaine kissed the inside of his thighs, still not satisfied. She crawled back on top of him. Scott was completely dazed, his mind couldn't put two thoughts together, and she prevented that from occurring by pushing down on him gently. The night before it had been too fast for him to stop and think, but that morning she made sure he felt every part of it. If possible, it felt more intense than before, and she forced him so deep that she had to cover his scream with her mouth. His body wasn't ready for what was happening, and he felt sick after she finished and left to her own room.
Scott's hands were shaky as he tried the combination to his locker. He finally gave up and went to his first class, which had already started by the time he got to school. Ms. Hunter looked at him quizzically as he stepped into the classroom. Normally she would have yelled at him for missing half of her class, but he looked ill. His face was pale and his eyes focused on the ground, but they seemed to be looking right through the tiles. He sat down in the third row, closest to the door, and proceeded to stare past the desk. At the end of the period, Ms. Hunter assigned some homework to the class, and then dismissed them.
"Scott, may I see you for a minute?"
His head jerked up quickly. "Um, okay." He walked up to her desk, where she was sitting and correcting the tests she had given out the day before.
"Are you alright?" She looked concerned, and her eyes studied his face to find some possible explanation for his unusual behavior.
"Yeah... I-I just don't feel so good," he stammered, looking down at the red F she had just written on one of the papers.
"Okay, you should probably get to your next class now then." She smiled sympathetically; he had probably been up late finishing homework after practice.
Scott nodded and turned to leave. He quickly grabbed his stuff and headed out the door, not wanting to piss off Mr. Stevenson, who would jump on any chance to embarrass him. His educated guess for that was because his math teacher had most likely been an unpopular kid in high school, so football players or anyone else who had that status were on his permanent 'hate' list. He tried to open his locker again, but to no avail, and hurried off to an hour with the teacher from hell. He had gotten not ten feet away from his locker when the second bell rang, telling him that he was now officially late for his next class.
He hustled to the room and plopped down in his seat as Mr. Stevenson started his lecture on the connection between trigonometry and geometry.
"Well well, Mr. Barringer, so nice of you to join us." He sneered at him, and his tone indicated complete disgust at the subject of his statement. Luckily, he left him alone for the time being, returning to his lesson.
Exhaustion pulled at Scott's eyelids, but the thoughts he found when he closed them forced him to keep them open. He started feeling light-headed again, but this time it was because he hadn't drank anything since the evening of the previous day. The little escapades in his bedroom only drained more fluids from his body, and he needed to get some water in him before he collapsed. His mind was too foggy to register it though, and by the time he did, he had gone from feeling like an airhead to complete dizziness. The world was twisting and turning at odd angles. He raised his hand and squeezed his eyes shut to push away the nausea that was threatening to spill the contents of his stomach all over his math book.
"And what can we do for you today, Mr. Barringer?" The snickers of a few of his classmates followed Mr. Stevenson's comment, from the crowd that didn't like him or organized sports too much.
"I... I don't..." His mind was spinning, and he rubbed at his eyes to gain focus.
"You don't what? Know how to pass a class without daddy dearest paying your way through?" This was followed by a few more laughs, but the girl sitting in the row next to him noticed that his face was the color of a sheet, and he had broken into a sweat.
"Can I go to the nurse?" His voice was weak, his whole body felt weak, and he thought he was going to hurl.
"Aww, poor baby have a tummy ache? Suck it up, my class isn't a place where little jockos like yourself can get free passes because their steroids went down the wrong way." Almost the entire class turned their attention towards Scott, waiting for the comeback that always got him a detention. But the room was silent; Scott's hands were the only things keeping his head from falling onto the table. Mr. Stevenson turned back to his lecture, and the students lost interest in Scott. His eyes were closed, and he bit on his lip to keep back the bile that had risen into his throat. He slowly put his arms flat on the desk and rested his head on top of them, willing the dizziness to go away. Instead, it pulled him into welcoming darkness.
"So, who understood problem twenty-seven on yesterday's homework?" Mr. Stevenson's eyes scanned the room, landing on his favorite target, whose hand would have normally been raised at this point. "Barringer, why don't you enlighten us with your 'wisdom'?" Silence followed, and he tried again. "Barringer, sleeping in my class is not acceptable. Hmm, I think that offense deserves a week of detention, don't you think?" Nothing around Scott processed into his brain, he had fainted right in his chair. His teacher was becoming angry. While sleeping could be understandable, mockery was not, and it seemed to him like Scott was doing just that. He grabbed a bottle of ice-cold water from his table and walked up the aisle to stop directly n front of him. He opened it and turned it over completely, dumping the contents onto his head.
The freezing liquid pulled Scott's mind back into consciousness, and he slowly lifted his head off the desk. His vision was still blurry though, and the nausea resurfaced. His body trembled suddenly, but his eyes stared straight at absolutely nothing in front of him. He turned his head to the side and vomited onto Mr. Stevenson's shoes. The expression on his face went from amusement to anger in less than one second.
"THAT'S IT BARRINGER, GO TO THE OFFICE NOW!"
Scott stood unsteadily, his feet felt heavy as he tried to drag himself to the door.
"Um, Mr. Stevenson, I think he might be sick..." the girl that had been sitting next to him piped up.
"Sick, huh? Sick with what?" His voice was full of scorn, and he called out to Scott, who paused as he slowly made his way to the door. "So Barringer, what is it today? The flu, whooping cough, the black plague? Maybe it's just too much time spent in bed with various women. Did you get an STD yet, or will that excuse wait until tomorrow?"
Tears stung his eyes, but they didn't fall. He started walking again, and slammed the door as he left the classroom. He had made it down the hallway when he collapsed.
Ooh what happens next? I'll have another update real soon!