18-year-old Ben Kendall is the class geek. He is shunned by the blonde and beautiful Amy Madigan, who is so far above his social level that he can’t even dream about being in the same air space with her.
But Ben’s mother will now be marrying Amy’s Dad in three months. In three months, the bitchy Amy will be in his hair, tormenting him with daily tales of his unworthiness.
When Amy decides to flaunt her almost naked body in a nano-bikini by Ben’s pool one day, Ben comes up with a crafty plan. He will drug Amy and render her asleep, especially since she throws down this challenge to him: “Are you man enough to do what it takes to get me?”
PENETRATING MY SLEEPING CLASSMATE is a 10,000-word, intensely psychological erotica short.
I’m not particularly strong, but I scoop her up in my arms anyway and half-carry, half-drag her into the house and up the stairs. Her skin is hot and silken to the touch, and I find myself getting hard again just by being in close proximity to her. She smells of sun and the pool and vanilla.
Once upstairs, I flip her onto my bed.
I pause to admire her limp body for a moment, and then I lock the door behind us. I rummage in the drawers of my desk for my Camcorder and set it on my chest-of-drawers beside my Star Wars collectibles. I make sure its lens is focused on the bed.
I press the ‘Record’ button. This will be incriminating, but I’m sure as hell going to record down all this for posterity.
Amy still does not stir except to make like Sleeping Beauty.
I lose no time in shedding my shoes, socks, T-shirt and pants. My cock is as hard as hard can be, and I liberate it from its confines, where it springs up gratefully from my tuft of pubic hair. I stroke it once, twice. Then I slither onto the bed.
My knees depress my mattress. My cock is a bobbing stick in front of my groin.
Amy is easy enough to undress. She is barely even clad, so I undo her top swiftly. Out pop her balloons of breasts – so pert and voluptuous in their stringed casings earlier. Her nipples are gloriously red and as protuberant as cherries. Her areolas are nicely speckled with milk ducts.
I swiftly tear her bottom off as well. Her pussy is as delectable as I imagined it would be, half-revealed as it was earlier. Her clit is a red petal amidst her two succulent wedges of flesh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I don’t even know where to begin.
I plunge my fingers into her labial folds, and am gratified to feel how wet and sticky they are. I rub my fingers back and forth, deep inside her grooves, feeling every undulation and every surface. I scissor her clit between my index and third fingers, compressing the juicy little piece of flesh. It is such a lovely, juicy morsel.
Now I insert two of my fingers into the gaping and very inviting hole below her clit. Her little purse feels like silk as I slide my fingers in. The texture of her vaginal walls is smooth and pliant. I expand my fingers, pushing back her walls in the process. I thrust in as deep as I can go, which is pretty deep. My fingertips brush the hard mouth of her cervix.
She is so very wet, indicating how ready she is – even in her deep slumber.