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   Hair Trigger
by: Frustrated
I had been checking him out last year, but we only had one class
together, and he sat next to another girl and almost never talked with
anyone else.  I knew this year would be different when I walked into the
first class of my senior year to see him standing there, looking slightly
lost the way he always did.  Oh, how I yearned to run my fingers through
his hair and kiss him until his face turned red.  "I bet his face turns red when he fucks," I thought, "as well as something else..."

   "Hey there!"

   "Oh, hi"

   We repeated this extremely articulate dialogue every period that day; we
were in every single class together.

   "Hey, wanna be homework buddies?" I asked the next day.  I figured I had
better seize the moment.  Take it before it's gone.

   "Sure." Wow, he said yes!  We arranged to meet the next day after
school; he had a car so we would go to his house; plus he had no siblings
so it would be quieter.  My house always has kids of some age running
through it.

   We would study together a few days a week, but only on week days; the
weekends I saved for my boyfriend, and when we would fuck I pictured my
homework buddy with the awesome hair, pretended it was his hair I was
running my fingers through and his dick that was pounding me to an orgasm.

   Those days during our study sessions I would always be especially horny
and jam my hand between my legs as soon as I could lock myself into the
bathroom.  I would orgasm in no time flat; his presence tended to have that
effect on me.

   ***

   She was in the bathroom.  Again.  This was what, the third time today?

   Now think.  Do you like her?  Does she like you?  Does she want you? 
Will she hate you if you try?  As far as I could figure, when I was
thinking clearly, it all came down to one question; do you want her?  The
answer was unquestionably yes.  I was pacing my living room, wearing the
usual hole in the rug and heard the toilet flush, the sink run and then
stop.  The lock clicked and she came out of the bathroom, the lights making
a halo of her long, dark hair.  It was now, now or never.

   With long strides I walked over to her, put my hand behind her head, and
kissed her.  And kissed her, just held that kiss so that if it was the only
one I would get I would be sure to remember it.  But she wasn't struggling.

   ***

   The way my thoughts went was like this;

   What?  Huh?  Oh, kiss.  Kiss!  Kissing him!  Mmmmm, more!

   ***

   The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on my living room floor,
her hands firmly pinning down my arms.  She was straddling me, her lips
mashing into mine HARD.  I could feel teeth, and her tongue found its way
into my mouth and found my fillings and my tongue.  I tried to reach my
hands up and grab her, but she kept my hands pressed to the floor.  Hell
hath less horniness than a teenaged girl.

   She finally let me up, and since I was still sane enough to see in color
I started caressing her, lighting her up even more than she already was
with a light touch all over her body, in places I knew girls liked; her
shoulders and the small of her back, her face, her feet.  She moaned and
put my left hand on her breast.  I started feeling all over that perfect
globe, lifting her shirt and sucking on one raised nipple and playing with
the other until I knew she was about to explode.

   ***

   Oooh, that felt good!  But what was with him?  He was taking this
slowly? He must not have been tripped yet...

   Through my multiple sexcapades, I learned that guys are like light
switches; trip the right switch and he goes crazy horny, he'll do anything.
Usually it's their dick, but I was massaging his while he was sucking on me
and he was rock hard, but he wasn't crazy.  I even jerked it a little
through his pants but I couldn't get it out of his pants because I was
still sitting on him and his mouth felt sooo good...

   And then I did what I had been dying to do; I ran my hands through that
beautiful dark hair of his, played with the hairline around the back of his
neck, and he looked up from my breast.  I pulled my hands through his hair
again, pulled him up and kissed him hard and grabbed the hair I had in my
hands in my fists.  When he broke from the kiss he looked up at me with
glazed eyes.

   "So he's got a hair trigger," I thought.  That was the last thing I had
time to think, before he shoved me off his lap and started ripping clothes
off my body and his and shoving his tongue into my mouth.

   He didn't check to see if I was wet first (which I was, my first orgasm
in the bathroom had seen to that), he just stood me up and shoved his red,
red dick straight up my pussy and began fucking me like a madman.

   ***

   God did she feel good, so fucking tight!

   ***

   I'm not usually a screamer, but I could feel the fire inside building,
building, his hands all over my body and his dick moving so fast it felt
like it was both inside and outside at the same time; he had me so hot my
pussy was screaming to be fucked while we were fucking.  I grabbed his ass
and bit his shoulder and shoved him even further into me.

   We grunted on each stroke, and my juices started gushing and I knew I
was going to cum so I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair.

   "Don't stop, you bastard, don't stop whatever you do!" I screamed, and
came harder than I ever had before just as he shot what felt like gallons
of cum into me.  It dripped down my leg as I came down from my high and he
caught me as I fell and my hands fell from his head.  The tenderness
returned to his eyes and he kissed me, softly, and thanked me.  I just took
a deep breath, grinned, and grabbed a handful of hair.  His eyes glazed
over...
   
