Susan was sleeping peacefully in her bed cuddling with one of her pillows . She was dreaming about being a high school freshman in her home town. Appropiatly, her dream version of herself was also the same as her real self, braces and a figure that could only be described as a little boy. Puberty hadn't blessed her physically, but she was already interested in other men. After sitting in her math class for what seemed like forever, the bell rung and she exited out the door. She continued to walk the hallways avoided people that she couldn't quite identify. She was trying to get to her next class but for some reason she was lost.
"Was it down this hallway?" she wondered. She took a left at an intersection only to be greeted by another long hallway lined with lockers and more people. Again, she took another left and another identical hallway. At this point, the warning bell had rung indicating she only had a minute left before the next class started. Already the hallway was emptying out as kids entered their respective classrooms.
"I can't be late! I have never had detention and today will not be my first!" she panicked. Her pace quickened as she ran down the hallway this time taking a right, then a left, followed by another right. Out of breath, she saw that the hallway ended with a door at the end.
"That must be my class! I can still make it!"
She sprinted down the hallway careful not to drop her books and binder. She quickly turned the door knob and went in. After a few more steps, she turned her head upwards only to find that she was in none other than the boys locker room. Terrified she turned around to exit only to find the door locked. She huddled in a ball by the door crying as she knew now that she would have detention.
"Hey, don't cry."
"Huh?" Susan gasped. Wiping the tears out from her eyes, she looked up only to find the head quarterback, Steve Warton, wearing nothing but a white cotton towel. His eyes were a piercing blue and his face had a soft 5 o'clock shadow masking his chiseled jaw. Looking lower, Susan saw his sculpted six pack abs that were molded by years of hard work in the gym. His short brown hair was still wet from the shower which she could smell his soap he used to wash his body with.
"Don't worry, I am sure you won't get detention," remarked Steve, "I'll explain everything to them. They always listen to me. Why don't you come with me and I'll grab a towel. We can't let anyone see those sad cheers on that pretty face of yours."
Susan's heart melted. She just didn't know what to say. He meekly followed him back to his locker. Undoing his lock, he pulled out a small towel and gently rubbed her cheeks.
"Oh," said Steve,"It looks like a tear managed to roll down. We can get that one too, " Steve moved the towel slowly down her neck and under her blouse. As he moved down, his hand rubbed one her sensitive breasts, accidentally triggering a peep out of her.
"I am sorry. I have to be more gentle, but it is hard to see. Why don't I get your blouse off so I make sure I didn't miss anything."
He grabbed Susan's blouse and pulled it over her head. Somehow, her hair tie had disappeared leaving it falling lushly down to her shoulders. Instinctively, she covered her bra-cladded breasts in embarrassment.
"Ha," smiled Steve, "don't be shy."
"Well...," Susan squeaked, "I am not as big as the other girls and someone like you will just laugh."
"Laugh? I would never do that to someone as gorgeous as you Susan. In fact, I think they look lovely and suit you well. I never really cared for those girls honestly. I would rather be with someone like you."
"Oh..." Susan's heart melted.
"In fact, I been meaning to tell you this Susan that I really like you. Do you like me?" his eyes looked for approval in Susan's own.
"I..I..I like you to Steve."
Steve looked relieved, "I have been so nervous ever since you walked in. I feel much better now. I just want to make you feel good too Susan." Steve moved forward and embraced Susan to his chest and hugged her. Looking down at her, he gently kissed her and rubbed her back. He work her bra off and flung it into the looker. While still in the heat of the moment, Steve laid Susan down on the bench, now working slowly to remove her skirt, and looked over her as he undid his own towel...
Susan bucked her hips in the air while thrashing under the bedsheets. One of her hands had creeped its way down her panties and was ferociously fingering her clit. Her moans filled her empty house as she edged closer to orgasm. As her alarm clock showed midnight, an orgasm spread throughout Susan's body given her much needed release. Susan shot up from her bed and realized that had happened.
"Oh my, what got into me? I haven't anything like that since puberty." Susan puffed. She was still struggling to breathe. Realizing she still had five hours of sleep, she went back to sleep.
