Dirty Talks

It was only my first day at my new school and I was already sitting in the guidance counselors office being sent home. The other girl started the fight anyway, it wasn’t even my fault. So I’d been kicked out of two schools other schools— she didn’t have to call me a delinquent bitch just because I bumped into her in the hallway while I was looking at my map. One thing led to another and she has a black eye, she’d live. It wasn’t even a big deal.
"This was a really awful way to start your first day," She told me, shaking her head and looking over my file. "You aren’t really easy to defend, either."
I rolled my eyes, “So have you called my mom yet? Can I go home now?”
She sighed, “I’ll call your mother, go wait in the office.”
"Yeah, I would, but I have no idea where the office is," I said. "This all happened because I couldn’t find my way to my damn history class in the first place."
"I’ll have my peer take you," She said, trying to stay calm, but I could tell she’d already had it with me. "He should be sitting right outside the door."
I nodded, grabbed my bag, and walked out without another word. There was a guy sitting on a plastic chair playing with an old Gameboy Color. He had bright green hair and a Sex Pistols jumper on— damn. “Hey, uh, could you show me where the office is?”
"Sure," He nodded, standing up and opening the door for me.
"I’m y/n," I said quietly as we walked down the endless hallway.
"Michael," He replied, then looked at me with a smirk. He was gorgeous. "So you fought Kate, huh?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "Wasn’t much of a fight, whatever. If I didn’t get sent home for that, it would have been something else."
"Right, you’re the new school badass,” He nodded. “I’ve heard about you.”
"Yeah?" I asked. "What have you heard?"
"That you like to punch people and give head behind the bleachers," He said, biting his lip as we turned a corner.
"It was like, twice," I laughed, my face turning red. "And they were cool. They were in a band and—"
"I’m in a band," Michael said, stopping in his tracks.
"Oh yeah?" I grinned. "Well, I do have a thing for guys with messy colored hair and offensive hoodies.”
"I’ve got a thing for hot girls who punch my bitchy ex in the face." With that, he grabbed the handle to the door we were standing beside and pulled me in with him. He locked it, and pulled the chord to the dim, flickering light above us. It smelled like lemon-scented chemicals and plastic. "It’s not the bleachers, but.."
"Shut up," I laughed, pulling him down to my lips. He licked my lip and I let him in, tracing his tongue with mine. I undid his belt and dropped his pants, ignoring his Darth Vader boxers as I got on my knees. I pumped his a few times and took him in my mouth, feeling his hips tense as pushed himself into my mouth further. I sucked harder, using his hands tangled in my hair as motivation.
"Can I just fuck you now?" He moaned. I chuckled, licking all the way down his shaft to the tip before standing back up.
Thankfully, my mom had wanted me to wear my dress, to make me seem more approachable on my first day. It didn’t do what she wanted it to, but it sure as hell worked out for me. Michael reached underneath and pulled my panties down, running his finger from my clit to my entrance and feeling the wetness.
He licked his finger, making me melt in his hand as he grabbed me by my ass and lifted me up. I moaned quietly as he slowly lowered me onto his dick, thrusting upward and pushing me back against the shelf cleaning supplies. The back of my dress got caught and we could hear it tear, but neither of us cared, we kept going.
He came, but I wasn’t done and he knew it. “Michael, wait, I’m not—”
"I know," He said, setting me down and getting on his knees. I leaned up against the shelf as he spread my legs apart, flicking his tongue against my clit and pushing two fingers upward inside me. My thighs wanted to tighten together, but he wouldn’t allow it.
I tangled one hand in his hair, closing my eyes shut and reaching upward to hold something for support. I grabbed the light cord, yanking it out of the light on accident and leaving us in the darkness. Michael laughed lowly, blowing hot air against me and causing me to cry out.
"Sh, you’ve gotta be quiet," He told me seductively, dipping his tongue into me and causing me to come as the bell rang. He held my trembling knees and lapped up as much wetness as he possibly could.
He pulled his pants up and gave me his jumper, because I couldn’t leave the closet with my dress ripped. We waited for the bell to ring again and he gave me a quick kiss and we cautiously left the closet. He led me to the office and my mom was waiting.
"What took you so long?" She spat, already angry with me.
"A teacher who saw the fight caught us in the hallway and tried to talk some sense into me about shaping up, I thought I’d listen since this is my third school in the passed two years," I lied.
She seemed to believe it, then looked me over. “What’s that?”
"My sweatshirt," Michael said. "She spilled chocolate milk on herself at lunch so I let her borrow it. I’ll get it back whenever."
"Bye, Michael," I smiled as we walked out. "Thanks for showing me around."

"Anytime," He grinned. "I’ll even show you were the bleachers are for the pep rally on Friday."

Notes

Hey guys! So today I cried in school :( I talked to my teacher about it, and noting helped. :(