Ramiro, that asshole, snores like a dream. I feel like smashing the pillow against his face, and I realize I'm going to be putting up with this cacophony for the next three months. Hector, the other guy who has barely spoken since entering the room doesn't seem to care, sleeps with his eye mask and headphones on. It's a great idea; I have to get one of those.
I know the school has a supply store somewhere where we can stock up on a few things while we're stuck here. First thing tomorrow morning, I'll ask Jake; he'll probably know where it is.
We've been talking all afternoon. He's a good kid, I imagined, but now I feel lucky to have at least one normal person in my circle. The other two, Zacarias and Ramiro, the kid and the old guy snoring like a trombone band next to me, have spent the whole afternoon glued to us, talking about video games. That surprised me; I didn't expect Mr. Snoring to be a Call of Duty fan. They seemed to hit it off, and well, it's not like I can be picky; I'm not particularly sociable.
Dinner, at least, was normal. Well, as normal as seeing dozens of people eating with their hands. Apparently, this practice helps us "awaken" our senses. The menu consisted of French omelet and salad, so it was quite an experience. Aside from a complete mess, they didn't awaken much of a sense. I have a headache that won't go away, so I jumped in the shower and then went to bed, earlier than ever. Going to school is definitely tiring; I'm back to my good-boy ways. My mom would be proud of me. If it weren't for sex school, of course.
It was totally crazy. With no chance of falling asleep anytime soon, I'm mulling over what I've experienced in the last few hours. Was it this morning when I met Vera? Or was it years, decades, centuries ago? Not even in my wildest fantasies would I have imagined I'd end up tasting the beautiful alabaster skin of a fairy like her. My mouth waters at the memory of her exquisite scent, that sweetness that seems to spread through her joyful eyes.
I reflect on everything that happened. School sucks, yes, the teachers are despots, weirder than a green dog, although I have witnessed beautiful naked women running, their breasts bouncing with every long stride. The clubs were a mistake, although the classes have been much more educational than I had originally expected. Yes, I saw Jake with his cock out, but I also had Vera nibbling on my big toe. And I think that more than makes up for it.
I remember her muffled scream as she came in the hand of the Viking, Satan, our dorm supervisor, and I feel the constriction in my pajamas. The jerk winked at me tonight as he made his rounds of rooms. It turns out it was true, and that scares me a little. I can see him capable of anything if he managed to get a stranger to agree to public groping in just a few minutes. And how quickly he reached ecstasy. It would have taken me much longer, if I'd even managed to find that damn G-spot.
Under the covers, my penis grows as I remember the spasms of pleasure. Their image is replaced by the trembling of the girl who served as the tray for the strawberry shortcakes. I can remember the smoothness of her skin under my tongue, the sweetness of the syrup falling in golden rivulets toward her vagina. How I wish I could delve deeper into that with my mouth.
My hand has dissociated itself from me, and he's jerking me off. I flash back to the moment when the tutor touched my nipples and massaged my neck. That was weird, but I don't stop. I imagine Vera, on the same teacher's chair where they got me to cum, her legs spread wide on either side. Her immense breasts fill my hands, and there's still room for them. She's touching herself for me, looking into my eyes as she inserts her fingers one by one. She lets out those squirrelly moans that turn me on so much, and the smell of her sweat merges with the fluid running down her legs and dripping onto the floor. I pick up the pace, running my entire length of my cock in powerful movements, lost in my daydreams. It's as if I'm jerking off at the same time she touches herself, putting her whole hand inside that tiny cavity while, with the other, she rubs her clitoris, frantically. She's no longer moaning, she's screaming, begging for my name. Her eyes are asking for more, they're asking me, but I revel in the feeling of power that comes from knowing she wants it so much and I can give it to her. I stand there, and with my free hand I touch my nipples, which I can see he loves, which excites him, and a shudder runs through me at how close I am to cumming. My cock is throbbing so hard the veins at the base of my body feel like they're about to explode. But not yet, I have to see her cum, I want us to do it together. So I stop there, imagining her gasping and screaming, and under my scrutiny, begging, and finally, cumming. Her high-pitched scream of pleasure is all I need to end up cumming in my hand.
Holy shit.
Fuck.
That was... wow.
I look down at my semen-covered hand, barely perceptible in the dim light of the silent man's phone charger, but I feel it and it doesn't disgust me like other times. It was super intense. I've never jerked off like this before. Touching my nipples has made a world of difference. Thanks, sex school.
And this was only the first day.
I wipe myself with a handkerchief, silently tidy myself up. I roll over to cover my head with the pillow and muffle my partner's snoring, and fall asleep with a smile, waiting for tomorrow.