A Girl on the Streets, a Ghost in the Sheets - Chapter 2

Did Amelia, the most popular girl in school, really just tell me that I could touch her? She said I could do whatever I wanted. I heard the words, but the meaning behind them didn’t seem to click in my head. I felt that I must have somehow misunderstood her. Then again, what was there to misunderstand about a girl holding her skirt up? I could see her underwear, and it was opaque enough that I could almost see the parts underneath.

Before I could find some way to escape the situation, Amelia reached out and grabbed my hand. She then pulled it to her pants. Before I knew it, I was touching the soft material. No, screw the panties, the thing underneath was only separated by a thin cloth. My fingers couldn’t help but push forward.

“Nn….” She let out a noise, and I pulled my fingers back like a startled puppy.

“I’m sorry!” I immediately bowed down, assuming the position of apology.

When you had a reputation like mine, the only way people could understand anything except violence was to exaggerate. If I wanted forgiveness, I had to beg for it, and if I wanted people to accept I was happy, I had to act merely manic. However, upon second thought, people seemed to be more afraid of me when I smiled than when I frowned.

“Don’t be.” She fell to her knees and tried to get me to lift my head. “I-it felt good.”

I lifted my head, and I found myself only inches from her face. Her brown curly hair framed her perfect face like a picture. Her red lips were just a little bit wet, slightly parted. The blood was suddenly rushing to my lower region. It had been a delayed reaction from the shock, but now my arousal struck. I gulped.

“Amelia…”

She made a face. “Call me, Emily.”

“Emily?”

She smiled and nodded. “Mm!”

“Emily… mmm!” Before I could react, she leaned forward and kissed me.

My lips were touching Amelia’s lips. I didn’t know how to react. Every guy in school dreamed of kissing her. To imagine that my first kiss was shared with her, was impossible to believe. Her lips were softer than anything I had ever felt before. The kiss was over as quickly as it started.

I was left stunned, unable to comprehend what happened. It was then that Amelia began to kiss me again. She pushed herself on me, and I fell onto my back. Then, I was underneath her.

Amelia’s body weighed practically nothing. The only part of her that seemed to have any weight was her chest, which was pressed against my body. The pressure caused her boobs to flatten, and their shape was deformed against my chest. I could feel every curve and the hard nub where her nipples were.

I felt myself grow hot, and the bulge in my pants grew larger. Amelia must have felt it. She pulled her face away from me and looked down. She then blushed.

“You’re hard,” she spoke quietly, looking down at my pants.

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “Sorry.”

“D-don’t be. I-it’s a compliment. I’m happy.” She responded. “I want to make you happy.”

She began to undo the button on my pants. I reached out to stop her, but then my hands froze.

What am I doing? I thought. This is exactly what I want!

It was then that I realized I wasn’t the only one getting hot and bothered. Amelia was panting heavily, and her cheeks were red as she concentrated on fishing in my pants.

She grabbed my penis through my boxers. “Nngh…”

It wasn’t like I had never touched myself before, but this was completely different. Nude images online couldn’t compare to the real thing at all. Her hand was small, soft, and warm. She smelled of flowers and chalk. I was so horny I was having trouble thinking coherently.

She was still fumbling around when she finally got it out. When she did, she stared at it like it was a strange animal.

“Oh wow. I-it’s hard…” She sounded amazed.

Then she began to stroke it. The friction was amazing. I had never had a girl touch me like this.

“How is this? Do you like it?” she asked, her eyes full of expectation.

“Yeah, it’s good.” I panted, unable to hide my excitement.

I realized I was watching her chest. As her hand went up and down, her chest bobbed slightly. It was sexy. She seemed to notice me staring at her breasts.

She looked down at them and then pushed them forward. “Do you want to touch them?”

“Y-yes.” I gasped.

She stopped stroking and then removed her hand. “Then, go ahead.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed the sides of her shirt and then pulled. The buttons popped off and revealed her bra.

“O-oh.” She blushed.

“S-sorry!” I cried out.

Why did I do that? I had seen it done online, so I had just gotten excited and pulled, but I ended up ruining her blouse.

“It’s okay.” She blushed. “L-let me take off the bra.”

She reached behind her, and I barely could process her words when the fabric fell, revealing her breasts. They were big and round, with pink nubs on the ends. I started to drool.

“You can touch them now.” She encouraged me.

I reached out and cupped one. They were so soft. They fit perfectly into my hand. I started massaging it, feeling the shape and texture. Her nipple was hard, poking into my palm. I could feel her heartbeat through her breast.

“D-does it feel good?” She asked, panting.

I was so caught up in the sensation, that I didn’t answer. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke it again as I continued to play with her boobs. It was a surreal scene. We were in the old school by ourselves, sitting at the front of the class next to the teacher’s desk. We were on the floor, with her kneeling next to me, stroking my cock while I massaged her chest.

Her breathing was heavy, and she kept making these cute little sounds as I played with her breasts. Her hand felt good on my cock, too. Her cheeks were bright red, and she had such an erotic expression on her face that I couldn’t stop looking.

“Do you… want me to lick it?” She asked hesitantly.

My cock twitched in her hand. “Lick it?”

“Um, y-yes. I can do that if you want. If you don’t, that’s fine, but, um…” She trailed off, staring down at my cock.

I had never had a girl offer to give me a blowjob before. Was she serious? Did she want to? Well, I never had a hand job before either, so it seemed like a day for firsts.

“I’d love it if you licked it,” I spoke, giving her a thumbs up.

I felt immediately like an idiot, putting my thumb away.

She blushed but smiled. “Okay, then.”

She scooted back and moved closer to my cock. I watched as she leaned over and tentatively placed her tongue against the tip. I shivered. Her tongue was soft and warm. I wanted her to keep going, so I spoke up.

“That feels good.”

She looked up at me and smiled shyly. “Really? Then, um, I’ll keep going.”

She started licking my cock. Her tongue traced along the side, and then she wrapped her lips around the head.

“Ohhh,” I groaned.

Her mouth was so hot, and her tongue was so wet. It felt amazing. She sucked lightly, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through my body.

“Ahhhh…” I moaned.

She looked up at me and smiled. “Is it good?”

“Yeah,” I gasped. “It feels great.”

“That’s good,” she said and then went back to sucking on my cock.

I reached out and put my hand on her head. Her curly hair was so soft and silky. I started petting her hair, and she moaned a little bit.

“Do you like it?” I asked, wincing at my impolite question.

“I-it tastes funny… but it’s not bad, especially since it’s you.” She blushed again, hiding her face behind my cock as she licked it.

“Amelia…”

“She looked up from the cock and frowned. “It’s Emily!”

“S-sorry! Emily!” I coughed.

I didn’t want to make Amelia mad. I’d call her anything at this point as long as she’d continue. I’d even call her mommy.

Emily took my cock into her mouth again and sucked on it. I groaned in pleasure. She was good at it, and it felt incredible. She kept sucking and licking, and then she started stroking my cock with her hand at the same time. It was too much.

“Emily, I’m going to cum.” I gasped.

She looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth. She seemed surprised, but she didn’t stop sucking.

“Emily, it’s going to be messy.”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and started stroking it.

“It’s okay. Cum in my mouth. I’ll swallow it all.”

Before I could say anything else, she took my cock back into her mouth and sucked on it hard.

I groaned loudly and bucked my hips as I came. “AHHH!”

She kept sucking and swallowing until my cock stopped twitching. She looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Did that feel good?” She asked, a mischievous gleam in her eye.

I nodded. “That was amazing.”

She giggled. “Good.”

“But, what about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Y-you do?”

I nodded. “Definitely.”

She stood up, looking around the room. After a moment, she walked over to the teacher’s desk. She then reached up her skirt. I didn’t understand what she was doing until her panties came down. I sat up, my softening dick twitching like it was coming back to life. She then sat on the edge of the teacher’s desk and pulled up her skirt. This time, there was no underwear blocking her. I could see her pussy. It was a pretty pink slit, and at the top was a small patch of brown hair.

“Please, stick it in.” She purred.

It had come to that? I was already floored at having my dick sucked. Even though I was an unpopular kid, I still heard stories. Some girls had reputations for giving a lot of different boys blowjobs. However, this was different. This was full-blown sex. After that, they could no longer claim to be virgins. I didn’t mind losing mine, but what about Amelia?”

“Am… um… Emily?” I asked. “Are you a virgin?”

“Mm!” She nodded. “I want it to be Dylan though. It has to be you!”

By that point, my dick was already rock-hard again. I had never recovered so fast watching porn. Seeing Amelia on the teacher’s desk with her legs spread open was a scene most boys couldn’t even imagine, yet I had it right in front of me. I stood up and walked toward her. Even if I had known that this would be my death, I’d still do it. I was past the point of regret.

I positioned myself at her entrance. Her eyes were closed, and she looked nervous. She was also very wet. That meant she was horny too, right? I had to stop and wonder what was causing her to be so turned on. Was it me?

I pushed my hips forward and watched as the head of my penis sank into her body. It was a strange feeling. I had never imagined anything could be so soft and tight at the same time. I wanted more of that feeling and continued pressing myself in. She gasped, her body jerking a bit.

“Emily…” I asked, a bit concerned.

Her body was shaking.

“Don’t stop.” She smiled and nodded. “I’m fine. Please, keep going.”

I continued, pushing inside. There was a point where the resistance grew, and her face changed. I felt something tear and realized I was in all the way. That must have been her hymen.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, concerned.

“No.” She said, hiding the pain on her face by pushing her face into my shoulder and wrapping her legs around my waist. “It feels good.”

I started moving, slowly and gently. I was so focused on her that I barely noticed my pleasure. She was breathing heavily and gasping with each movement. I could see her eyes roll back, and her lips started to shake. She was enjoying it.

“I’m cumming!” She announced, her body spasming.

It was a strange sensation. Her insides were squeezing my penis, almost like it was trying to milk it. After a few moments, her grip around my neck and waist loosened.

“Did you cum?” She asked, smiling and blushing.

“No, I didn’t,” I admitted.

“Can we keep going?” She asked, sounding almost shy.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

She let go of me, and laid down on her back, spreading her legs. It was a very provocative position. I moved between her legs and positioned myself. My dick was covered in blood. I wasn’t sure if that was normal. When I entered her again, she was a bit tighter, and her face was slightly redder.

“Dylan, you can move a little harder.” She urged.

I was trying not to hurt her, but maybe that was a mistake. I started moving faster and harder. Amelia responded by gasping and moaning. It was a strange sound, coming from such a proper girl. I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Harder.” She urged me.

I pushed in and out of her faster and faster. Her legs were spread wide, and I could feel the blood and other juices dripping down onto the desk.

“It’s okay, keep going.” She reassured me, seeing the concern in my eyes.

I kept moving, pushing harder and harder, until I felt her pussy squeezing me tight. She had another orgasm, but this time, I couldn’t hold back. This was my first time. I would have already cum if she hadn’t given me a blowjob before. I pushed in all the way and emptied myself inside her. She was breathing heavily, and her chest was flushed.

“I can feel it in my womb.” She giggled.

“O-oh… fuck…” I didn’t even think about it until I came, but I had cum inside her. “You could get pregnant.”

I backed up, still holding my soft dick as I stared at her pussy. She looked down at it. It was gaping slightly with white stuff spurting out of it.

She looked up at me. “W-would you take responsibility?”

“Ah!” My face turned white, and she giggled more.

“It’s fine. Since it’s Dylan, I don’t mind.” She stood up, her movement’s perky.

“O-okay,” I responded.

“Ah… I need to clean you up!”

She suddenly fell to her knees. She pulled my dick out of my hands and then started licking it. The cum and the blood and the other juices were all over it, but she licked every last drop off. It wasn’t long until I was hard again.

“Already?” She cried out, looking exasperated.

“S-sorry…” I blushed.

“Okay, this time… c-can we try behind?” She turned and bent over the desk, spreading herself from behind.

I didn’t know what had happened to Amelia. It was like she had suddenly turned from a reserved girl into an insatiable slut. We barely knew each other, but she couldn’t seem to get enough of my cock. Was I living in a dream? I didn’t know what was going on, but I planned to enjoy myself while it lasted.