High School Secret Favor / AG / R {w: language, hints of foreplay}
It’s the perfect destination. It’s the steam and the hot sweat of pre-summer. It’s kissing and pressing against each other. In back of his dad’s SUV. It’s the drive-in where the movie ceases to matter. Where bodies stroke, clutch and cosset. Where they meet each Saturday night. It’s all so clandestine.
Forbidden.
He’s Arthur Pendragon, head jock of the Camelot Knights. Class President. All his friends are at the top of the popularity pole. Everything he does is golden.
She’s Gwen Leodegrance. She abhors sports heroes. She runs the pirate paper: Albion Reports, that fights against the school’s bureaucracy. Her friends are considered outcasts. The bulk of the jocks and popularity kings fear her because she’s always so edgy, so damn clever.
If their junior class knew this was going on, that they met covertly at this run-down drive-in, oh they’d hear about it for sure. But no one knows, because no one from the school comes here. Just them. It’s shoddy. Has an old park with swings that rust at the top. The movie screens are barely sharp enough. Those radio things you put at the side of your car, always get interference, creating huge BLAH…brr sounds that make you just shove the thing away, giving up on knowing the dialogue.
It really is not the place you go to, to hear the movie or see it, and that’s fine with them.
This is not a sum of dates anyway. Nothing close. It’s just something that got started up after she accused him in her pirate paper of letting the sports team use up most the school’s money to fund the fucking footballs.
“Not true.”
“It is.”
“No it’s not. Be smart. Take back what you said in it. Alright? Honey, you don’t want to mess with this. I practically own this school.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Look.” He pressed her a little too hard into a wall then, seeing her eyes go big. Stupid of him. Picking on a girl like that. And so he let go. “I’m sorry. That was a shit-ass thing to do. But it’s just…”
And that was when she suddenly grabbed him, as they were in the dark, secluded and away from all the rest of the students, and she kissed him.
He laughed afterward, even though it felt so good. “Hey, this isn’t going to work. You and me.”
She looked him in the eye fiercely. “Who said I wanted to make anything work? It was just a spur of the moment thing, you arrogant jock.”
It kind of formed from there. They’d find hidden places around the school to test it out a little more, deeper kisses, hotter taste. Then that wasn’t enough. And so it turned to this. Cheesy movies. Cheesy drive-in. Sweat and lust in the back of his dad’s SUV.
“Mmmm…” He hears her murmur now as his deep tunneling kisses swallow away her sweet-tart lip gloss.
“Cherries.” He whispers.
“Yeah…oh…” He’s pressed hard against. They’ve yet to have sex of any kind, although a few times they’ve removed parts of clothing and gotten into some type of foreplay without the dessert. But each time they come it gets hotter, and their bodies grind a little more. She’s wearing short shorts and so her thighs are pressing against his Bermudas. She can feels where he’s hard, sometimes shies away from it, sometimes yanks him closer to her.
“Mmm…oh…”
“Ahhh…yeah…”
Her mouth comes up to his as he goes down lower, wetly kissing until it’s nothing more than like sucking a sucker and biting down because you’re too impatient to get to the best part.
“Oohhh…” Every sensation felt is him. She wants to keep it this way forever. Arthur’s body is lean, but muscled too and so it has bolster. She loves that really. Oh yeah. Maybe she despises his ways around school, his governing of it, but his firm chest, his sinew of arms, those hard worked thighs, that tight ass, he’s a sultry dream come true.
And beyond she loves unbuttoning the top of his shirts and licking his fine golden chest hairs. The push and the pull of his muscle…oh…that’s divine.
It’s the perfect destination. It’s the steam and the hot sweat of pre-summer. It’s kissing and pressing against each other. In back of his dad’s SUV. It’s the drive-in where the movie ceases to matter. Where bodies stroke, clutch and cosset. Where they meet each Saturday night. It’s all so clandestine.
Forbidden.
He’s Arthur Pendragon, head jock of the Camelot Knights. Class President. All his friends are at the top of the popularity pole. Everything he does is golden.
She’s Gwen Leodegrance. She abhors sports heroes. She runs the pirate paper: Albion Reports, that fights against the school’s bureaucracy. Her friends are considered outcasts. The bulk of the jocks and popularity kings fear her because she’s always so edgy, so damn clever.
If their junior class knew this was going on, that they met covertly at this run-down drive-in, oh they’d hear about it for sure. But no one knows, because no one from the school comes here. Just them. It’s shoddy. Has an old park with swings that rust at the top. The movie screens are barely sharp enough. Those radio things you put at the side of your car, always get interference, creating huge BLAH…brr sounds that make you just shove the thing away, giving up on knowing the dialogue.
It really is not the place you go to, to hear the movie or see it, and that’s fine with them.
This is not a sum of dates anyway. Nothing close. It’s just something that got started up after she accused him in her pirate paper of letting the sports team use up most the school’s money to fund the fucking footballs.
“Not true.”
“It is.”
“No it’s not. Be smart. Take back what you said in it. Alright? Honey, you don’t want to mess with this. I practically own this school.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Look.” He pressed her a little too hard into a wall then, seeing her eyes go big. Stupid of him. Picking on a girl like that. And so he let go. “I’m sorry. That was a shit-ass thing to do. But it’s just…”
And that was when she suddenly grabbed him, as they were in the dark, secluded and away from all the rest of the students, and she kissed him.
He laughed afterward, even though it felt so good. “Hey, this isn’t going to work. You and me.”
She looked him in the eye fiercely. “Who said I wanted to make anything work? It was just a spur of the moment thing, you arrogant jock.”
It kind of formed from there. They’d find hidden places around the school to test it out a little more, deeper kisses, hotter taste. Then that wasn’t enough. And so it turned to this. Cheesy movies. Cheesy drive-in. Sweat and lust in the back of his dad’s SUV.
“Mmmm…” He hears her murmur now as his deep tunneling kisses swallow away her sweet-tart lip gloss.
“Cherries.” He whispers.
“Yeah…oh…” He’s pressed hard against. They’ve yet to have sex of any kind, although a few times they’ve removed parts of clothing and gotten into some type of foreplay without the dessert. But each time they come it gets hotter, and their bodies grind a little more. She’s wearing short shorts and so her thighs are pressing against his Bermudas. She can feels where he’s hard, sometimes shies away from it, sometimes yanks him closer to her.
“Mmm…oh…”
“Ahhh…yeah…”
Her mouth comes up to his as he goes down lower, wetly kissing until it’s nothing more than like sucking a sucker and biting down because you’re too impatient to get to the best part.
“Oohhh…” Every sensation felt is him. She wants to keep it this way forever. Arthur’s body is lean, but muscled too and so it has bolster. She loves that really. Oh yeah. Maybe she despises his ways around school, his governing of it, but his firm chest, his sinew of arms, those hard worked thighs, that tight ass, he’s a sultry dream come true.
And beyond she loves unbuttoning the top of his shirts and licking his fine golden chest hairs. The push and the pull of his muscle…oh…that’s divine.
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