You Could Say She Had It Coming

It was getting well into the 1974 school year in my Vancouver area suburb. Most of the graduating class had made arrangements as to who they were going to grad with. Myself and Alison (see my Preacher’s Daughter stories) had decided to go together, but we didn’t advertise it as we wanted to keep our somewhat casual relationship quiet. People were therefore under the impression that both of us were open to a date that night or weren’t going at all.

There was a girl in my grad class who had always treated me like crap throughout our high school years named Nadine. It didn’t matter that much to me, but she would do stuff like mock my dress or favourite music at every opportunity at parties and study hall and the like. She was admittedly quite cute with a pretty face and a drool-worthy ass but, general bitchiness aside, she wasn’t my physical type. I much preferred meatier young women in those days, like Alison with her big tits and plump ass, and Nadine was really skinny. I generally tried to avoid her.

One day I was studying in the school library, which had carrels pushed up against the walls and accidentally offered cover for jackoff artists like myself to arouse themselves before heading for the can and masturbating in a cubicle. As I sat there squeezing my cock and balls through my jeans and getting good and hard, I heard Nadine say something to the librarian, and realized it’d be best if I stopped stimulating myself in case Nadine saw and received more ammunition for her ridicule campaign. Then, to my surprise, she marched right up and sat in the carrel beside me, smiling pleasantly at me. I knew immediately something was up.

She started talking about the upcoming grad ceremonies and asked me who I was going with. I kept Alison under my hat so to speak, and then it occurred to me that Nadine, as far as I knew didn’t have date, and maybe she was trying to manoeuvre me into asking her. My suspicions were solidified when Nadine asked me if I’d like to sneak out with her and smoke a joint at a run-down, abandoned house near the school everybody called the Ghost House. Nadine had a reputation for scoring good smoke and I naturally accepted her offer as I didn’t have a class the rest of the afternoon. (As an aside, it was kind of funny how the stoners would smoke up and then go to class, thinking nobody was the wiser. When you walk down the streets today in Canada or the U.S., the reek from passerby tokers is only slightly overwhelming. But I digress…).

We walked over to the Ghost House and ascertained that no one else was there. Nadine fired up a doobie and we quickly finished it. As we floated about in a stupor, she started talking about grad. It was in fact pretty clear she was trying to get me to ask her, even though you’d think I would be a last-ditch, desperation port in a storm on her part. I kept acting dumb and was actually trying to think of a way to get out of there without being a total jerk. I was a superficial, horndog teenager but I usually tried to avoid being gratuitously cruel to others even if they deserved it.

Nadine seemed to clue in that I was resisting her bait and suddenly embraced me and kind of dragged me over to an old couch that teens used for necking sessions and more that was rather off to the side and well out of sight to passerby. Even though she was skinny and even though I disliked her, thoughts of quasi-gallantly went out the window. We started to passionately French-kiss and Nadine pulled my hand to her small, clothed titties. I managed to open her shirt and felt her up as best as I was able.

Things were heating up and Nadine groped my cock through my jeans and undid my belt. She pulled at my jeans and underwear and soon had them at my ankles as we continued to kiss and grope. She took my cock in her small hand and slowly stroked my throbbing dick, and it wasn’t long before pre-cum put in an appearance and thoroughly lubed my shaft. My excitement grew and I managed to get Nadine’s pants down a bit and was able to cup her hot, hairy little cunt through her panties. I was to get no further, however, as Nadine told me to stand up and jerk off for her as she wanted to see me “shoot off.”

Sounded like a plan to me, so I stood and started to jack my meat, being sure to elevate my cum urges as slowly as possible under the circumstances. Chronic jacker me knew all about edging and the sizeable loads it contributed to. Patient as I was, it inevitably neared cumtime. Stroking more quickly now, stimulating my entire shaft, I went for my nut. Not even an earthquake could stop me now.

Pleasure pulsed through my perineum, balls, and shaft and I shot off spectacularly. Rope after rope of hot, creamy teen jism splattered on the couch. I managed to mostly not cum on Nadine, but one rope of goo hit the ass of her pants which were sort of twisted around her.  She gave me some Kleenex and I wiped myself up. She asked me if I’d take her to grad, and I said, “Nah. Going with someone else.”  Nadine watched, somewhat surprised, as Mr. Usually Nice Guy, pulled up his clothes and split.

Even more deliciously, Nadine was unaware of the cumspurt  that had landed on the ass of her pants. By the time she went for coffee after school with her little bitch friends, it had dried enough to show the cum stain and she was ragged mercilessly by them for a few days.