Just HAD to cum

I was in the doctor’s surgery waiting room. (Oh, nothing serious…I have regular blood tests for a long-standing condition). And, as usual, they were running horribly late. 

She walked in and sat, for me, in the perfect place. Obviously a student at the local sixth form college attached to the local secondary school, and only here would they still be insisting sixth formers wear the uniform! Still, she, like almost everyone in that college had registered a silent objection by rolling her skirt up at the waist. 

I’d guess 17/18….couldn’t be any older. She sat, in her crisp white shirt and tie, skirt halfway up her long, elegant thighs and crossed her legs. Which in turn revealed white panties. I pretended to read something on my phone while staring unashamedly up her skirt. From time to time she shifted a little and the view got better as I saw clear evidence of moistness. 

Sometimes, God pats you on the back and rewards you. I don’t know what I’ve done, but this girl leaned over to rummage in her bag. To maintain her balance, her legs uncrossed and her knees parted. I got to see her crotch. All of it. A clear stain on the outside of her panties told me of how she was feeling today, but what really made me flood my own panties were the pubic hairs, light and golden that escaped either side of her undies. She remained like that for…well…I guess it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but it felt much longer. Then she scooted her bum forward to the edge of her seat and began reading a book…but she didn’t close her knees. 

God, I love that awkward phase girls go through. Now I had an unhindered view of her panties. 

Later. 

I’m at home. I’m lying on my bed in just my panties. I’m wondering about this girl who I now know was called Jessica Miller. (They use a PA system to call patients.) when I saw her, it was 9:05. Just why was she so wet so early in the day. Maybe she felt horny. But equally, maybe she had already taken care of that earlier. (We tend to leak for hours after sexual activity). 

I imagine Jess waking up, warm and sleepy in her bed. As consciousness returned, maybe she stretched luxuriously, and became aware that she felt horny. The feeling, once identified, grew until she felt a steady throbbing between her legs. Maybe she slipped a hand down into her panties (most girls wear panties to bed) and found herself slick with wetness. As her finger passed over her clit, maybe it lingered there for just a second too long. Soon, it was lightly circling it and her legs spread further under the duvet. Maybe she pulled her sleep t shirt up over her boobs? 

What was she imagining? Maybe a wished for encounter with a boy at school? Maybe a relived encounter of a stolen kiss and fumbling about with a boy. Maybe she got his cock out and masturbated him, warning him not to cum on her clothes. Maybe, this was the first time she allowed him inside her panties? Whatever was going through her mind, it led her to an explosive orgasm. Perhaps she had to keep quiet. Perhaps she stuffed a hand in her mouth as she came. 

In the shower, she washed the sleep and cum off her body. It was when she was drying herself that the feelings resurfaced. She stood in that awkward way girls stand when we are drying between our legs. Maybe the towel slipped….or maybe, it’s roughness helped. Either way, she found herself needing more. So, standing, she found her sex bean again and rubbed herself off. What if she had never cum standing before? If she hadn’t, the intensity of the feeling would have made her knees buckle. Perhaps she came so hard, a little squirt left her body? 

Either way, she’s late now. She pulls on her uniform and the first pair of panties she can find. No time for breakfast. She hurries to the doctor’s surgery, where we find her now. 

For the first time, I look at her face. Miss Brain supplies me with a pretty good illustration of Jessica’s “cum face”. 

My hand has been between my legs, in my panties for some time. I’m not imagining what Jessica did, I’m imagining I AM Jessica. I am with a boy from school. We have found a place to be alone on the way home from school. So far we have only kissed. Once, and once only, I let him touch my boobs, over my clothes, of course, but I did feel his hardness pressing against me, and I liked it….a lot. 

This time we are going to go further. Hesitantly, I reach for his zipper and carefully slide it down. My hand explores a boys underpants for the first time. In return, his hand reaches under my school skirt and into my panties. I’m nervous, not only about what we are doing and what we could be about to do, but I hope he isn’t repulsed by the wetness I know to be there. 

He isn’t. He finds my clit and circles it beautifully. Then I feel his finger traveling lower…..oh….he finds my entrance. Carefully, as if I was cut glass, he presses his finger inside me. The first time a boy has ever done that to me. He murmers “oh Jess”. I find myself wanting to grind my hips against his probing finger, but I stop myself…after all, nice girls don’t do that kind of thing. 

His cock feels so hard! Doesn’t it hurt to be that hard? Whatever, he seems to like what I’m doing and….wait…what’s this? His cock is now wet and slippery. Is this the ‘pre-cum’ I’ve heard about? I don’t feel so bad about being so wet myself now. 

My panties have slipped down over my bum. He reaches up with his other hand and they fall to my feet. Gently, he turns me round and starts to kiss my neck. My heart rate is off the chart. He pushes me gently forward and instinctively, I put my hands on the wall to stop myself falling over. I feel him lift my skirt up over my back. Then I feel his cock nudging at my hole. Oh My God….we’re really going to do it! 

There’s a lot of slipping and sliding around before a sharp stab of pain lances through me. It’s not that it’s total agony, more than it’s brief and needle like. But then…..ohhhhh but then….I feel him push firmly but gently and I’m being filled like nothing has ever filled me before. It seems he is going on forever! Finally, he is inside me all the way. And he begins to move. Now, I feel no shame in matching his increasingly powerful and rapid thrusts. The pain is a distant memory now, but between my legs a different sensation is taking place. I don’t even think about it. I take my right hand to my clit and masturbate myself as he fucks me. 

Neither of us last long. “Oh Jess….I’m gonna cum”. I hear myself say “Cum inside me…please….cum in me.” Even though I know I’m not on the pill. He cums. For the first time in my life I feel a boy cum in me. I cum on his cock and feel the total difference that it is when a girl cums with something inside her. 

(In my bed at home, I have just cum so strongly into my panties….violently….experiencing what I imagine Jessica experienced. Miss Brain even allows me the feeling of semen running down my legs when he withdraws.)

I lie on my bed smiling. That was a thoroughly enjoyable fantasy, all from seeing a girl’s crotch. I even let myself think that she was at the doctor’s this morning for the ‘morning after’ pill. I imagine those light, golden pubes matted with dried semen and her own wetness. I imagine burying my face between Jessica’s legs after she has been with this boy, and giving her her first taste of lesbian sex…

….and my hand travels into my panties once more.