“Don’t be such an asshole, Tiny!” Ava suddenly threw in.
“I love you too, Princess.” I replied exhausted, while finally moving up the stairs. Logan had wisely chosen to shut up.
Once in my room, I leaned against the closed door, shut my eyes, and took a few deep breaths to calm down.
“I got my license. Work was awesome. I got a bunch of cool new clothes and a new look. And I just lost my virginity in the fucking of a lifetime with a gorgeous woman.” I quietly told myself. “Who gives a fuck if they didn’t remember it? Still a damn good birthday!”
After another few minutes of assuring myself that I didn’t care about my family not giving a flying fuck about my sweet sixteen, I got out of my suit and emptied the bags onto my bed to fill them with most of the old stuff from my wardrobe instead. Then I put the new stuff into the closet, and placed the bags next to my door. I planned to just dump them at Goodwill, if they even wanted them.
My mind lingered on Tess and that incredible evening I had with her, as my eyes fell onto the shelves with fantasy novels on my wall. Tess had told me once that she also enjoyed that genre, and she hadn’t read most of what stood in my shelves yet. Maybe, if this thing between me and Tess was going to continue, these could come in handy.
Chapter 3
The next morning, it took a while before my hair looked at least somewhat like it did at the barber shop, but close enough. I got dressed in my new black cargo pants, paired it with a royal blue button up shirt to stay within the school’s clothing regulations, and tucked it into my pants to show off the new belt. Everything really fit perfectly and showed my new figure off quite nicely. Since it was now mid-November again, I put on my black field jacket, slung my bookbag over my shoulder, and carried the shopping bags with my old clothes to my Jeep.
The change of attitude in the other students towards me was immediately apparent when I got out of my Jeep. Most people looked at me with quite some interest, but then their expressions changed to surprise and moved on to disbelief. The changes in my appearance seemed to be so drastic, most people couldn’t even recognize me at first. That effect even intensified once I was inside and moved around without my jacket.
The best part was, however, the reaction I saw on Mrs. Jenkin’s face when I entered her English class. The wife of Coach Jenkins, the man who wanted to expel me and then refused to let me take driver’s ed at school, seemed to appreciate my looks. When I entered the classroom, she first lifted her head barely enough for a quick glance, but then did a double-take. She stared at me quite intently for a while with one of her eyebrows lifted. I wasn’t sure if it was my new appearance or if she was trying to decide whether my new clothes violated the school’s dress code, but, from then on, she kept throwing me side glances throughout the entire period. A stark contrast to her normally ignoring me as best as she could. And whenever our eyes met, she put her hair behind her ear in a subconscious move.
The woman was in her late thirties and kept herself in remarkable shape. Maybe a result of being the wife of a gym teacher and football coach. Whenever I checked her out and wasn’t as subtle about it as I would have liked, I could’ve sworn she had the faintest little smile on her lips. I didn’t know if I would ever have a chance with her, but if I did, I would take it in a heartbeat. And not just as some kind of payback to Coach Jenkins, even though that would’ve been a nice little added bonus.
After I got out of school, I went to Goodwill for my old clothes. Turns out they accept absolutely everything. Even if they can’t resell my torn and worn stuff, they give it to textile recyclers to keep it out of the landfills. Suits me. Then I was off to work. Upon entering the building, I soon realized that Tess actually had chosen clothes that fit right in at work.
“Nice shirt!” I heard from a guy, who wore the exact same shirt as I did, and two minutes later I heard “Nice pants!” from the guy who wore the exact same pants. When I stepped into my office, though, I wished I hadn’t visited Goodwill before going to work, so I would have something to change into.
They had dumped what seemed like every piece of spare hardware into the room. Dozens of keyboards and mouses, old laptops, monitors, and three big boxes full of mixed cables. To my big surprise, I also found multiple moving boxes full of spare hardware components, like bare graphics cards or discarded mainboards. I had no idea how those had accrued, but my next job was to sort through all this, and it was dusty as hell. At least someone had also placed a few more shelves in the back of the room ... though I had to assemble them first. I put my earplugs in and spent the next hour assembling the metal shelves. Then I took a break, sat down at my desk, and leaned back with closed eyes.
I didn’t even get to listen to a full song through my earplugs before I felt something tugging at my zipper under the desk. I recoiled a bit before I looked down, where I saw Tess’ head sticking out from under the desk, looking up at me with a mischievous smirk on her lips while she refused to let go of my pants. As I took the earplugs out, she pulled my crotch back towards her.
“Don’t you dare move away from me! I always wanted to do this.” she commanded happily.
“You know I can’t lock the door, right?”
That gave her pause for a second. But then she bit her lower lip like she did the evening before, seemed to come to a conclusion, and continued.
“No ... but I want you! Maybe it will be extra fun!” she grinned, as she had just unbuckled my belt and was now working on the pants themselves.
“The way the others looked at me yesterday when we left, they probably already knew anyway. Or suspect, at least.” I reminded her of what I said the evening before, but back then she hadn’t commented on it.
“Possibly.” she said, as she finally had my pants pulled down a bit and grabbed my now hard cock. “But, maybe, I even like the idea of them knowing that this massive piece of delicious, young, and energetic meat is mine!”.
I understood that, to her, the most attractive thing about me was me being so much younger than her. I also knew she was just stroking my ego to get me to go along with it. What can I say? Seeing my cock on top of her face was highly effective.
She kissed the tip first, then placed a number of affectionate kisses all over the shaft and finally started sucking on the tip like it was a lollipop. She looked at me with those big brown eyes while I moaned my approval, and then started bobbing her head up and down while turning the hand on the base of my dick in a circular motion. It felt just as good as I remembered it from the day before, and the affection I felt for her increased tenfold. I just had to place my hands on her sunken cheeks. Not to guide her in her motion, but to simply increase the amount of contact between us and feel more of her. Somehow, this caused her to look at me with a mischievous smile.
After sucking my member for a few seconds while looking deep into my eyes, she took her hand off my cock and scooted backwards a little. Without taking the tip out of her mouth, she leaned her torso down but tilted her head back, so my dick would point straight at her throat, and then she shocked me. She shoved her face forward in one determined movement, taking my dick as deep into her throat as possible. Her face went all the way to the base of my cock until her nose was nuzzled into my pubic hair and her forehead was squeezed into my lower stomach. Within a single second, I felt my dick move past her uvula, until just the tip of it was caught snugly in her esophagus sphincter. She held it for a few seconds without coughing or gagging, but as soon as my long, loud and surprised moan had stopped, she started swallowing over and over again.