A Love Story

There was this girl back in my high-school who also was a border. She had a very nice figure but with the clothes she wore I don't think she ever showed it and people never did notice it. I remember meeting her and a friend of hers once and thinking they must be recently transferred or something.

Basically, the first time I ever laid eyes on her was during lunch, sitting outdoors in front of the cafeteria. The girls at my table were saying how they hardly ever see this girl coming down the hill if she isn't going jogging or something. This time she was plugging her ears shut with the earphones, once again. This was all she ever did on her spare time it seemed, in the snow, even. Pretty much at every given spare moment, this girl went jogging.

I liked the idea of it, thinking I was a little inspired. I did not, however think she was built too handsomely or think that she had a pretty face. With me it's all about the face. I wouldn't hit on a pretty face with an ugly body. But what was about to happen (A LONG TIME LATER) really shocked me.

So we have a formal dinner in one of the school buildings and I didn't notice until arriving that we all were seated "randomly" so that every adjacent and opposite seat was filled by a girl and where you're sitting and diagonally from there were you and your male buddies. There she was, next to me. Hiding her face under the graduation hat we were given. I make great efforts to entertain her and the people around me, but being shy and worthless I don't really convince anyone. The evening passes and eventually comes to a close.

On the last formal evening arranged by the school I spot her far into the evening wearing the greatest fucking blue dress ever. I was like, what the fuck. Who is that? Being drunk as hell and convinced I had just seen an angel I walk up to her and ask her for the last dance. It was a formal dance and she was all "oh, I don't really know how to" and I was immediately immersed in this cute angelic creature with the most stunning body I had ever seen. We danced for like 10 seconds and all I really got out of it was her body pressed against mine. I stood up straight and placed my hand flat on her lower back, gently forced her hips against mine. I looked down to see her blushing. I gaped for half a second and there it was. Her good side.

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She nuzzled her face into my full chest of hair and breathed deeply. Cologne. Masculine. Slowly lifting her head, she eyed my toned abdomen in all its glory. Such a god given sight I sure would've been burnt into her memory for years to come. I followed the path of her hungry eyes to my navel.

"You're an outie."

I blushed. She uttered the words with a pointedness that would make a half naked grown man falter. My mouth went dry and I could not think of any witty remark to counter her comment. She'd caught me off guard. She noticed too, as she giggled at my insecurity. I avoided her lustful gaze and reached up to pull my shirt back down. My action caused her to look at me questioningly with those gorgeous eyes. She said, “Lol, dongs.”

 Now it was my turn to look at her quizzically. Her poker faced expression gave nothing away. We sat their trying to out stare each other until it became unbearable for me not to smirk. I lifted her up gently off me and sat her down on the couch. In one swift blow I smacked her across the head. Again and again, my hand came down on her glazed over pale face. The weather was rainy these days and the bloody thing was glitching again. Finally after my repeated blows, her eyes lit back up to life again. I didn’t want to waste time with foreplay this time, incase she’d bail out on me again. So I set her on her specialty function So I set her on her specialty function, Cleveland Steamer Mode.

Oh boy, was I in for a ride. I’d still hadn’t fully recovered from the last time I’d used this. The thought made me weak in the knees with anticipation. Almost immediately, steam began shooting from her nipples like the volcanic mounds that they were. She strutted towards me, my eyes widened at the glorious sight. In one smooth fluid motion she started spraying my face with hot, hot steam. As she swayed left to right in front of me, I couldn’t he;lp but notice that her succulent breasts were covered with beads of water. I went hard instantly.

I was soon drenched head to toe by her holy water and took a moment to appreciate the experience before flipping open the ironing board for her. Up until now it was all child’s play, compared to what she was about to do next. My imagination went out of control with the possibilities. Promptly, she picked up on of my shirts from the washing basket and with the same efficiency, laid it across the board. I froze as I watched her lower her breasts over the board, keeping eye contact with me all the while. What happened next nearly drove me over the edge.

Over and over again she rubbed her breasts against my shirt, steaming out the creases each time. Slowly and steadily at first, before she began to build up pace and find a rhythm. I watched intently as her head started bobbing up and down faster. Her expression had now turned from impassive, to contorting with pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, “Faster”, I commanded. She responded obediently with a moan and stepped up the pace. My shirt was ironed out very well by now, but it seemed that she still wasn’t finished. Nor was I.

“Stop!”

She brought herself down to a halt and stood up straight with great reluctance. That was until she watched me lay myself out across the ironing board. With a glint in her eyes and a puff a smoke escaping from her nipples, she began to lower her breasts over my face…