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She’ll be so turned on, she’ll press that sweet ass into my dick and show me she wants me. And hey, because I’m a generous guy, I’ll have to give it to her, right? She won’t need to say a word because I’ll always know exactly what she means without her having to tell me anything. Her eyes will do all the talking. We won’t have time for anything more than a quickie before the bell rings. No problem. I’ll undo my jeans, pull her hot little panties down, and fuck her from behind. That way, we can both watch in the mirror. It’ll be the hottest porn ever. Her pussy will be so hot and tight wrapped around my dick. God, I can feel it now. She’ll be a perfect fit. Every time I bury myself in her, that tight ass will slap against me. Her sweet tits will bounce in time as I pound into her fast and hard. I’m gonna come all over her back and mark her neck with my teeth. Fuck, yes. Because she’ll be wearing my cum, a hickey, and my jersey for the rest of the day, every dude in this building will know she’s off limits. They’ll smell and see me on her skin and read my name on her body.

She’s mine. All mine. And that dude she was trying to impress in the cafeteria can just go fuck himself.

The first bell rips me out of my daydream. Though my dick’s panting for what my brain just cooked up, there’s no way it’ll ever go down like that. My sweet Evie deserves way more than a quick bathroom fuck for her first time.

I’ve heard some pretty weird stories about first times in the locker room, but whatever bizarre hookup places the guys talk about, they all seem to have one thing in common—it’s never as good for the girl as it is for the guy. It seems kind of unfair if you ask me. It’s like we guys are programmed to pump our dicks in wherever and whatever until we get off. Simple equation. Girls get the short end of the stick with losing their virginity. I’ve heard everything from a bloody mess to the girl actually crying from the pain to her just begging the guy to come, so it can be over.

I don’t want it to be like that with me and Evie. I don’t want to hurt her, scare her off from sex forever, or—even worse—drive her to look for a better time with someone else. It’s probably unnatural, the amount of time and Internet research I’ve done into being sure I can make it good for her. The trick is to take it slow. But I think it’s gotta be more than that. I don’t just want Evie to walk away from our first time satisfied. I want her to keep coming back for more. I know after I have her once, it’ll never be enough. I’ll want that girl forever.

My daydream of hardcore porn fades away to be replaced with what I really want for her. Soft touches, slow, deep kisses, taking my time until she begs me for it. Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts. I swear, I can never get jeans that fit right, and when I get a boner, it’s almost painful. I guess it’s just one of those guy things we all suffer through in silence. It’s weird that whoever makes men’s pants wouldn’t think to give us some breathing room. I’m pretty sure I spend half of my life with a raging hard-on.

A couple of students trickle out of the cafeteria as I turn toward the wall to hide my throbbing dick. I’m gonna need to jerk off before practice, or I won’t be able to concentrate on anything. Hell, knowing I’m about to be feet away from the naked woman of my dreams means I’ll need to jerk off again when I get home.

My best record for twenty-four hours is five times. I bet I can beat that tonight. I’ve never had this much real-life motivation before.

I’ve heard of people dying from heart attacks while having sex. I wonder if it’s possible to kill yourself from coming too much. My poor dick was pretty raw after that last record-setting night. Maybe I should invest in some lube or at least use some lotion or something. Yeah. That seems like a good idea. Or maybe I just shouldn’t whack off so much? Nah. My dick and I are competitive that way. That’s just how I’ve been trained to be. Gotta push through to the next level. At least until I start getting some for real. Which should be in the works any minute now…

My train of thought pulls into the disappointment station when a girl steps out of the restroom and gives me a flirty smile. It’s not my girl.

“Hey, is there anyone in there?”

“Well, I was. But now I’m not. Were you waiting for me?”

“Uh, no.”

The blond girl gives me the pouty face. I hate it when chicks do that. They can’t possibly think it’s attractive.

“You sure no one else was in there?” I know Evie went in here. I watched her with my own eyes. It took me less than two minutes to grab my clothes and get back to this spot.

“No,” she huffs. “But I wasn’t really paying attention.”

I’m saved from angry Barbie by my friend, Kerri.

“Hey, Rob. What’s up?” She gestures to the clothes still clutched in my hand.

“Evie went in there a minute ago after her lunch episode. Can you go in and give her these for me?”

Kerri gives me a weird look. “Evie who?”

“Evie Papageorgiou. You know, the one whose locker is right beside yours?”

There’s no other Evie in this school that I know of.

“Um, sure,” Kerri says, dragging the words out. She grabs the clothes from my hand. “You’d better get to class. Don’t want to be late. I’ll just pop in and give these to her.”

“That’s all right. I’ll wait for her. We’re going to the same class anyway.”

Oh, shit. My books are still in the cafeteria, and I’ll bet hers are, too.

“Okay. I’ll let her know you’re waiting for her.” Kerri disappears into the restroom.

“Here are your books.” Mike comes up beside me and thrusts them into my arm. “She okay?”

“Thanks. I don’t know. She hasn’t come out yet. Hey, uh, she probably left her books behind, too. I’m just gonna run back and get them. Will you wait here for her and make sure she’s all right? I gave her some of my extra practice clothes, but they might be too big.”

Besides, I gotta get away from the naked girl on the other side of that door. Too many witnesses for me to get as horny as that thought makes me. There’s nothing more embarrassing than knowing you have a raging boner everyone can see even through your pants.

Alex laughs as he approaches. “You’re such a chickenshit. If you wanna give a girl your jersey, you just give it to her. Did you trip her, so you could do this?”

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