Dirty Talks

How could I forget about Mr. Simmons math test? I wrote it down in my assignment book, I wrote it on my calendar and I put a sticky note in my textbook! How could I forget? I sat in my English class debating about what I should do. As soon as lunch ends, I have this math test that I didn’t study for. I could always skip, but I’ve never skipped class before. Granted, I’ve always studied for my tests, except for this one time. I could skip. How can I get caught? Plus, it will give me a night to study for it. I smiled and sat back in my seat. Wow, I can’t believe I’m going to skip my first class ever. Suddenly, my best friend, Ashton, sat down next to me. “Hey, Y/N, you ready for that math test?” He asked and pulled out his lunch from his backpack. I shook my head, “I’m not going to class.” “What?” He stopped moving. “I forgot about the test, so I’m not going to go.” “Hold on, you? Skip class? No way.” He shook his head and put his lunch on the table. I chuckled, “No seriously. I’m not going.” “Well, if you’re not going, then I’m not going.” “Ashton-“ “What’s the point? Plus, I didn’t study either.” We both shared a laugh and continued to eat our lunch. I have to admit, I’m kind of nervous to skip class. Is there a way we can get caught? I mean, I’ve never heard of anyone getting in trouble for cutting class. Yes again, I’m not friends with any troublemakers. The bell rang, indicating that lunch was over and we had to go to our next class. Ashton and I threw out what was left of our lunches and we headed towards the library. “Shit.” Ashton muttered before grabbing my arm and pulling me into the janitor’s closet. I glared at him, “What?” “Our math teacher was walking towards us, so we had to hide.” I sat down on a table that was in the middle of the room and set my backpack down, “Might as well just stay in here.” He shrugged and locked the door. “Why’d you lock the door?” “So no one walks in and sees two students who are supposed to be in class.” He hopped on the table and sat next to me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed, “What are we going to do for an hour?” “We could do homework.” Ashton suggested. “No way. We didn’t skip class to do work for other classes. Come on, this of something spontaneous.” Ashton hopped off the table and paced the room, “We could hook up.” I laughed, “Yeah, right.” “No, I’m serious. Think about it, we’ve both never done it. You want to be spontaneous, this is pretty spontaneous. Plus how cool would it be to lose your virginity in a closet?” I tapped my fingers on the table, “I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” Ashton stepped towards me, “If you don’t want to, I understand. I mean, losing your virginity is important.” “How do you know I’m a virgin?” “Please, the only thing you have close to a boyfriend is me.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “Sorry, harsh words. But seriously, if you don’t want to-“ I cut him off my pulling his shirt closer to me and smashing my lips into his. He was taken a bit by surprising seeing as he didn’t kiss back at first. But then, he reached around my waist and held me tight to him. I wrapped my legs around my waist, pulling him close to me. This feels very…different. Never in a million years did I think I was going to hook up with my best friend in a janitor’s closet in school. Ashton’s lip on mine felt good; it made my lips tingle. He traced his hands up and down my waist, sometimes sticking a hand under my shirt. He’s a virgin too, so this is weird for both of us. I certainly don’t know what to do. But judging my Ashton’s movement, he does. I don’t want to know how he knows, but I’m damn glad he does. “Take your shirt off.” I said against his lips. He pulled away from me and pulled his shirt off of his head. He leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the ground, leaving me in my bra and leggings. Ashton smiled at me and connected our lips again. My fingers found themselves tangled in his curly hair, holding him close to me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, making my stomach erupt into butterflies. Ashton reached down and unbuckled his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. But he left his boxers on, but I’m glad he did. He’s taking it slow, which is good. He connected out lips again and I hopped off the table. I pushed his chest back and pulled my leggings down my legs along with my panties. I couldn’t look up though. I’ve never been exposed like this in front of anyone. And now I’m standing in front of my best friend, almost fully naked. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.” He said. I shook my head and looked up at him. His eyes locked with mine and I reached behind my back, letting my bra fall to the ground. His lips slightly parted as his eyes roamed my fully naked body. I stepped forward and reached up, wrapping an arm around his neck. My other hand played with the waistband of his boxers, “Take them off.” He swallowed hard and nodded, stepping back from me. He pulled his pants down and my eyes widened at his member. That…is supposed to fit inside me? He walked towards me and connected our lips again, “I don’t know why we’re doing this.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Your first time should be in a bed with rose pedals and shit.” “Why?” “Because that’s what you deserve.” “All I want it you, Ashton.” I leaned up and connected our lips again. He pressed his hand to the small of my back, pushing me closer to him. He picked me up and sat me down on the table. “You need to be wet or else it will hurt more.” Ashton said. I nodded and he reached down, slipping a finger between my folds. I gasped at the foreign feeling, but I let him continue. He rubbed his finger of a specific spot that made a bubbling feeling rise in the pit of my stomach. After a few more seconds of rubbing, Ashton moved his hand away. I groaned at the course of his actions and he chuckled. He pushed my legs apart and lined himself up with my entrance. I suddenly became aware of what was happening and my breathing hitched. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, just a little nervous.” “If at any time you want me to stop, tell me.” He reassured me. I nodded, “Okay, go ahead.” He pushed himself inside of me and I winced in pain. Holy shit, this really fucking hurts. He stayed inside, not moving, letting me adjust. This feels so weird and uncomfortable. He moved out of me, and then slowly back in. It was still painful, but not as bad as the first one. He pulled out of me again, and then back in again. He did this a few time before the pain went away. Instead, it began to feel…good. His head hit a spot he hasn’t hit yet and I moaned. He hit it again and again and again. I moaned his name with every breath I let out. It felt so good; a bubbling feeling began to rise in the pit of my stomach once again. What is that? “Shit, Y/N.” He moaned in my ear. I smiled at the effect him having on him. He finds this just as pleasurable as I do. He kept moaning my name until he finally came undone. His thrusts were a bit sloppier until he pulled out of me. He got down on his knees and came face to face with my throbbing center. “That was so-” I began to say, but he cut me off my placing his tongue between my folds. I gasped and laid down on the table. He licked up and down, his tongue grazing a nub that was extremely sensitive. He started to suck on the little nub and I moaned and arched my back off the table. Wow, this feels so good. The feeling started to rise again and I was suddenly curious as to how much of this feeling I could take. My legs began to shake and I bucked my hips involuntarily. He gripped my hips so I was pinned down to the table. “Oh my God.” I moaned and the feeling became more and more powerful. But suddenly, the feeling became too much and I screamed out Ashton’s name. He licked up me once more before pulling back and standing up. “How was that?” He asked? I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. I was too out of breath, so I could only nod at him. He smiled and leaned down, placing a kiss on my lips. “You’re going to call me after this right?” He joked. “Don’t be clingy.” I replied and we both laughed. The bell rang indicating that math class was over and we had to go to our next class. We quickly got dressed and headed to our next class, hand in hand.

Notes

So sorry if it's still jumbled up. I'm on my mobile and its really stupid. But someone asked what HAAM means, well here's the meaning; hard as a mother**cker