Date: Sun, 1 May 2022 09:28:10 +0000
From: forename surname <greenerwood@outlook.com>
Subject: Literature Club chapter 12

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Chapter 12


It was the spring term at Sixth Form, and with it a new term of sex,
experimentation and sexuality with the lit club. My Christmas was pretty
good, thanks for asking. I spent it with my cousins in Wales. As for
gifts I got a new phone, which was gratefully appreciated. It was faster
and had more storage space, which meant more sexy videos of me and the
Lit Group. When I got back home I was disappointed to find that Sarah was
away until the start of the spring term on a skiing trip with school
(along with Tammy). Gwen was likewise unavailable, and I was more hungry
for pussy than for cock, and didn't bother to message Andreas. It was a
relief to finally see them all on the first day of term. Was I... missing
them? Hah hah, Don't be ridiculous. . .

As part of the music tech syllabus, we had to go the school's lower
school. They had a big theatre in their arts building with its own sound
board, which we were going to learn how to use as part of the syllabus. I
hadn't seen Andreas since the swim gala, and we chatted on our way
there, both relishing new Saturdays with the lit club. We crossed into
the school gate, our ears pierced with the sound of around one hundred
students from ages eleven to sixteen.

"Hey, Chris!" A voice called out. I turned. It was Ellie! What the fuck
was she doing here? She came over, wearing her green school jumper, a
skirt too short for the school dress code, and black tights with her
school shoes. Her hair was tied back by a thick blue headband. She was
sided by two of her friends. Andreas smirked at me.

"Whose this weirdo?" One of the schoolgirls said, looking me up and
down.

"Be nice. This is someone I go to swim practice with. Right Chris?"

"Uh, yeh. Sure." Maybe this was her way of getting me to go back to the
pool? "What are you doing here?"

She frowned at me.

"I go to school here."

"Obviously," the other schoolgirl added. She was a chubby girl, with
tits as big as Tammy. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Well we fucking have music tech here. Obviously."

Ellie giggled.

"Well. Ok then. Weird to see you. But, I'll see you around, ok."

"Yeh, see you."

That was fucking weird. If Ellie was here then I'd never be able to
escape from her. And what about our kiss? The last time I saw her I had
her tongue down her throat. And my fingers in her pussy! Shit, this was
bad. I tried to act chill as Andreas and I went to class. He didn't say
a word to me.

The next day was the first lit club session of the new term. Tammy, the
club chair, didn't seem too enthusiastic about it.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure I want to continue the `dating a
different person each week' thing. Maybe it's time to shake things up a
little?"

"Like how?" I asked. What the fuck else could we do? We had already
sucked, fucked and came all over each other. What else was left to do?
This was a sentiment shared by everyone else, as we struggled to come up
with fresh ideas.

"Maybe we finally need to add another member," Sarah said. My mind
immediately went to Ellie. She was clearly into me. Why else would she
let me fondle her.

"I'm not sure," Gwen replied. She had her braces taken out over the
winter break, and her cheeks were a little puffier from the surgery. No
more blowjobs for a while then. "I quite like this little quintet we've
got going on. Adding someone else might increase the chance of us getting
caught."

"I wouldn't want that to happen," Andreas replied. I couldn't tell if
he was being serious. Knowing him, he'd think he was a baller if people
knew he had three hot girls fucking him almost every week. I wasn't so
sure they'd think the same for more. Well, most of them anyway.

"I'll think about what we can do to shake things up," Tammy said
drawing names on pieces of paper again. "But in the meantime."

"Maybe we'll finally have to sleep with people outside this group,"
Gwen said. It was too late for me, as Paul had fucked me over half term
last year. We laughed though.

"Yeh, you could fuck your dad's friend again," I said to Tammy. She
looked shocked.

"I was fourteen! I didn't know what I was doing. He's a fucking creep
anyway, fucking me when I was that young."

I thought about Ellie again. There was no way she'd ever be allowed to
be in the lit club, and the guys would kill me if I fucked her. Wait!
Hang on! I didn't want to fuck her!

I passed the week `dating' Tammy again, although neither of us were
enthusiastic about one another for some reason. She didn't bother me for
a date like last term, and when Saturday rolled around she had to cancel.
We tried to find an alternative locale to no avail. I spent the week sex
free once again.

My last lesson on Tuesdays was music tech at the lower school, which
meant that it took me another ten minutes to get back to the upper school
for lit club. I left the school premises, turning the corner, where Ellie
was standing with two other girls talking among themselves. I kept my
head down, not wanting to attract attention.

"Ok, well see you tomorrow," one of the girls said, and they left Ellie
on her own. She turned and saw me coming.

"Hey, Chris," she said. I stopped.

"Hey, how you doing?"

"I'm ok. How was music tech?"

"It was fine. What are you up to?"

"Well, I was just going home. My parents don't come home till five, so
I usually have the place to myself for a while."

That was good to know. She swapped her tights today for white ankle
socks. Her legs were slim and gorgeous as ever.

"What about you?" She asked.

"Umm... I have literature club."

She laughed at me.

"Literature club? What the hell do you do there? Read Jane Eyre to each
other?"

Actually, we fuck each-others brains out, I wanted to say.

"Not exactly."

"Well, ok."

We stood there awkwardly.

"Are you... waiting for someone?" I asked.

"Uh, no," she replied. "I was actually going to go home now."

"Ok." I was about to leave, until a thought came over me. "You said
your parents aren't home, right?"

She frowned slightly.

"Yeh?"

"Do you mind if I come over?"

It was a fifteen-minute walk to Ellie's attached house in the outskirts
of the town, and we got there at twenty-past-four, meaning we only had
another forty minutes before her parents got home. I wondered if there
was anyone at the windows of the houses either side of us, or across the
road, wondering why a young girl was entering her house with a stranger.

"Come on in," she said, and shut the door behind her.

"What do your parents do for work?" I asked.

"My mum is a nurse, and my dad works in an office in another city and
doesn't finish until five."

"Right."

It was a nice home, if small. The hallway led to the stairs, and the door
on the right led to her sitting room, which she walk me through. My heart
was racing. What the fuck was I doing in her house? Does she know what I
want to do to her? She went in the joining kitchenette and took her
jumper off, before squatting down and petting her cat.

"Do you want anything to drink?" She asked.

"Some water?"

"Water? Ok." She let her cat go and swivelled to face me, adjusting her
skirt so I got a good look at her panties. They were white with blue
stripes, or blue with white stripes. She smirked and got up. I felt like
I was on an episode of To Catch a Predator, and at any moment Chris
Hansen would emerge and tell me to have seat. I put on the TV to ease the
tension. I flicked through Netflix as she poured out two glasses of water
and came and sat next to me. Her list was the typical young girl type of
shit you'd expect. Love Island, The Kissing Booth, some weird Japanese
show about a red panda working an office job. I landed on Sex Education,
hoping that the name alone would at least stir some kind of horniness in
her.

My phone buzzed. Where are you? We're waiting for you. From Gwen. I
texted her back saying that something came up and wouldn't be able to
make it.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Ellie asked, spying Gwen's name.

"No. And what about you? Wouldn't you rather have your boyfriend come
over?"

"Martin?" She grinned. "No. I'm not allowed boys over."

"So what am I then?"

"What my parents don't find out won't hurt them." She grinned at me
again. My dick was stirring now, and I was wearing my grey sweatpants,
making my bulge incredibly obvious. She seemed to notice, glancing at it
briefly.

"And what about your friends? Are you going to tell them about me coming
over?"

"What, like how you made out with me at the swim gala."

Ah, the elephant in the room. Feeling bold, I moved my arm over to the
head of the couch, so that it was over her shoulder. She seemed to like
it, edging a little closer to me.

"You didn't seem to mind."

"No, not really," she replied. "But why don't you come swimming
anymore? I miss seeing you."

"You miss seeing me half naked, you mean?"

She grinned and lifted her knee onto the sofa, exposing her panties
again. I took a good look at them, spotting a tiny wet patch. My cock was
almost at full mast and really poking up against my sweatpants now.

"That too," she said seductively.

I did a couple of kegels to make it jiggle, and she locked eyes on it.

"Ellie," I said quietly. She met my eyes and I leaned in, kissing her
on the lips. We made out for minutes while I rubbed her body, moving my
hands up and down the side of her chest, against he breasts, then finally
on her leg. I worked my way up until I found the entrance of her panties.
I gently put my fingers inside, rubbing against her bush. I stuck my
tongue in her mouth and wrestled her, as my fingers worked my way in her
hairy labia. If found her clit with relative ease, and she let out a deep
moan. I fingered her, pressing my index and middle on and around her
clit, making her hips writhe with pleasure. She got bolder as she gripped
my shoulder, stuck her tongue as far into me as she could go. She yelped
a little as I leant her back against the sofa and pressed my erect cock
against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me as I moved my hips
against her, feeling the warmth of her snatch. We were there, entangled
in each other, rubbing our tongues together in ecstasy. I pictured her in
her pink and black bikini as my cock rubbed against her. A few minutes
went by before I came up for air. I checked the cock and- shit! Ten
minutes had gone by! I turned back to her. Her blonde hair was a mess.
Her face, mouth open and gasping, her eyes half closed in pleasure.

"Do you touch yourself thinking about me?" I asked.

She grinned. I stood up and picked her up, carrying her in my arms. I had
no idea what we would do, but I carried her upstairs regardless.

"Which one's your room?"

"The one at the other end of the hall."

I entered it, careful not to bump her against anything, and let her down
gently on the bed. Her walls were plastered with posters of boybands, and
half-naked swimmers, male and female. She had a collection of medals and
trophies from the numerous swim galas she had won over the years. In the
corner of her room her clothes were half piled on the floor. I opened her
curtains to get more light in, and to have any pervy neighbours look
through the window. She leant against the head of the bed, her knees up,
panties exposed. I stood over her.

"Nice room."

"Thanks."

"What do you know about sex?"

"It's what adults do."

"Do you want to be an adult."

She nodded.

"Take your top off."

She complied, unbuttoning her school top until her white bra and chest
were exposed. Her abs were coming on nicely, as well as her tits.

"Now your skirt."

She pulled down her skirt until she was left in her socks and panties.
She turned away from me, kneeling on her bed, and undid the clasps of her
bra. Her ass was on full display, and the curves of her but were pressing
against the white and blue fabric of her panties. After her bra was off,
she turned to me. Her tits were A cups at most. Little bubble mounds with
pink erect nipples.

"Your turn," she moaned. I came closer to her and put my thumb under
the waist band of my sweatpants and underwear, slowly lowering them. He
eyes were fixed on my cock as I slowly exposed it to her. It bounced up,
flicking some precum against her bed.

"What do you want me to do to it?"

"Have you ever seen porn?" I asked. She nodded. "Then you know what a
blowjob is."

She bit her lip apprehensively, and slowly wrapped her fingers around my
shaft. I let out a moan. She stayed there for a while. It was clear that
I needed to guide her a little.

"Now move your hand up and down-" and she did. "And when you're
ready, put your lips over it."

She wanked me slowly for a minute, and I was beginning to worry that we
might run out of time before she sucked me. But she slowly lowered her
head onto it, placing her lips against my cockhead. I moaned again, and
she got her mouth over the entire tip of my cock. She bobbed up and down
on my cockhead, her eyes shut tight, while her hand gripped the shaft of
my dick. I looked out the window to the neighbour's house and pictured
some creep watching us, his hand on his own cock.

I had spent the last three months wanking myself sideways thinking about
Ellie's tight body, and now here she was, giving me her first ever
blowjob. I wrapped my hand around her ponytail and watched her rub her
lips over the shaft of my throbbing cock. I held her ponytail tightly as
I began to move my hips, my cock running down her lips as she wetted me
with the inside of her mouth. She moaned on my cock, protesting slightly
as I began to move faster and faster. Within a minute I was face fucking
her, quickly moving jerking my hips and pressing my cockhead against the
back of her throat. She gagged a little and I moved out a bit, halfway so
that my cock was still inside her.

"We should do this in the pool showers," I moaned. She moaned in
agreement as I forced her to deep throat me. Her spit was lathering
against my cock as I put my free hand against her tit. My fingers circled
her erect nipple. I couldn't take it much longer, and as much as I
wanted to fuck her inevitably tight cunt, I was at my limit already.

"Ellie, I'm about... I'm about to... cum."

She moved her head back, a trail of precum sticking to her lips and
forming a wet bridge between her and my cock. I told her to keep wanking
me, and a few moments later I shot three long trails of my hot jizz
against her naked chest. She backed away at first, shocked that I had
just cum over her and her bedsheets, but then she giggled and grinned at
me. I passed her the box of tissues that were conveniently sat on her
bedside table.

"Holy shit," she swore.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I said.

"What time is it? Shit, it's five-to. My mum will be here any moment.
You have to leave."

I nodded, tucking my cock back into my trousers. I soaked in as much of
Ellie as I could before I had to go, taking a mental picture of cute face
and long blonde hair, her tits, glistened with my trail, and her panties
which were now sodden.

"Can we do this again?" I asked.

"Fuck yeh! But you have to go now. Wait!" She took her phone out of her
skirt and asked for my number. I gave it to her obligingly. "You have to
come swimming now. If not I'll tell everyone what just happened."

"You'd blackmail me."

"Not if you come swimming," she grinned. She didn't exactly know what
blackmail meant, but damn she was too hot for me to care. I leant in and
kissed her again, biting her lip. She kissed back, before pushing me
away.

"Go," she giggled. "And out the back. She could pull up out front at
any moment."

"Ok," I left, before turning back to her at her doorframe. "But wear
your skimpiest bikini on Saturday." I winked.