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Mood: hot n bothered, Music: none

Not this time. He wouldn’t do this again. Lance could be the quarterback for the Cowboys for all she cared, but if he was supposed to be at her detention, that is where he would be. Anna was fresh out of college and new to the school and this was one of those jobs that no one else wanted. She was determined to do it right, though.

She was so furious with him. She could get past that he was the stereotypical jock, whose irritating condensation was out done only by his own inflated ego. But the fact that he thought that the rules of St. Alexander’s didn’t apply to him was something else. She didn’t care how much money his father had, if he was in trouble, he’d do the time.

She could just feel her irritation building up, so much that she had to laugh at herself. My god, Anna, she thought, even your heels sound irritated. And they did, or so she was convinced. With each new step upon the stone floor leading up toward the gymnasium, she could swear she heard a click of annoyance.

The door to the gym was heavy, but she managed. She looked curiously around the empty arena as she made her way along the side, for some unknown reason she felt obligated to move along the wall, as though not to interrupt the basketball court’s slumber.

It took a little more effort to open the door to the weight room, but again she was able to throw it open — albeit using all of her body weight. From the doorway she could see amidst the rows of weightlifting equipment a figure near the center of the room using the bench press. It was a man, obviously, she could tell from the strong calves and muscular thighs she could see. The bar clanged to rest upon the brackets that held it, and the man sat up.
She gasped as she saw that it wasn’t a man, but a boy. The boy she was after, Lance Haywood.

She’d never seen the high school student like this, wearing only a tank top and shorts. His shoulders and neck were brawny, and his arms were long and powerful looking. The debonair lift of his chin looked strangely attractive atop such a well sculpted body. Anna! He is not attractive! He is a kid! He is your student! She privately scolded herself, and did so again as she realized that she was staring at his chest.

"Ummm, Ms. Galloway. What are you doing here?" He asked with a slight smirk. "Mr. Haywood, you know why I am here." She stated, forcing herself to look at his eyes. "You are suppose to be in detention." "Was that today?" He snapped his fingers, mockingly. "Must have slip my mind." "Must have." She said as she started toward him. "This is the second time you have slipped out on one of my detentions, and it will be the last. I have spoken with the principal and we have decided that the best punishment for you would be—" She stopped, both her line of thought and her movement as she came to the work bench Lance sat on.

While crossing the room, she forced herself to watch only his eyes, not relying on her instinct after its betrayal just moments ago. While looking at his blue eyes, she watched them slide down her body to survey her every inch. He was looking at her, between her hips and her thighs, and he was smiling while he did it. She felt her breath catch a bit in her throat when his eyes lifted to hers. His gaze was filled with some sort of secret intention. She extended her arm, offering him the rolled up paper in her hand.

"Here." "What is it?" He asked curiously, not taking his eyes from hers. "It is a letter of suspension." She proclaimed, lifting her chin a bit to reinforce her words.
He glanced at the letter for a moment, and then back at her. "I have a better idea."

Quicker than she could react he lashed out and caught her by the wrist, and pulled her toward him. He turned her as he pulled, making the angle awkward so that she was forced to fall into his lap. Four times a week she hit the gym. Alright, it was more like twice a week with a third day coming every once in a while, but she had a treadmill at home and wasn’t embarrassed about the tone of her bottom. But even with as firm as it was, the feel of his solid thighs beneath her taut flesh was something a bit more than erotic.

He was only inches from her, and she could feel his breath on her lips. She wanted to feel the touch of his mouth, how young and moist it looked. She wanted to kiss him. He obliged with a thrust forward, his lips entrapping her own in a hard kiss while his tongue delved forth to explore the depths of her sweet mouth. She wasn’t sure what to do at this point, in fact the only thing she was certain of was that Lance Haywood was a very good kisser.

Unconsciously her arms slipped around his neck and she pulled him closer, the vigorous inquiry of his tongue soothing and seductive as it entwined around her own. His hand was between her knees suddenly, and while she instinctively sought to keep her legs locked, her shapely limbs were no match for his raw strength. He forced them apart and his hand crept up her thigh inside her skirt.
"We shouldn’t...." She gasped as she drew back, but she was only allowed to escape for an instant before he again found her mouth.

His finger grazed across the soft lace of her panties, teasing her already aching clit. She jolted in his lap, her mouth driving forward as though to devour his lips, his tongue, his kiss. Her fingers threaded through his dark hair, kneading the soft locks, while her tongue worked in a sensual rhythm to taste everything about him.
Lance executed a half turn and he slid from the bench and laid her back upon it so that she was fully reclined while he knelt beside her, all the while keeping the kiss in tact. By now though his fingers had evaded her panties and were marching along the length of her moist sheath, threatening at any moment to split the hungry lips and drive deep inside. She was going out of her mind. Teacher. Student. Discipline. Structure. All of this had been abandoned for the craving of wanton lust. Normally Anna was not like this — reckless — but there was just something about Lance that she couldn’t resist.

His hand was gone suddenly, rising up from the skirt that was now bunched around her waist — which revealed her lace panties and dark stockings — so that it could join the other at the buttons of her blouse. With a sharp snap of his wrist the sound of buttons hitting the floor rang out in the quiet weight room, her blouse ripped open. He was straddling the bench then, and Anna could feel the thick, throbbing bulge that was cloaked by his shorts pressing at her warm and wanting pussy. His fingers expertly worked the small hook that clasped her bra between her bosom, and when freed, her breasts bounced apart, eager for his caress.

He finally broke the kiss, though Anna’s whimper of protest was quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as she felt those same hot lips close around her pert nipple. His hips were rolling more powerfully into her spread thighs. One hand roughly fondled her breast while his mouth tasted the other hungrily.

She cried out as the orgasm slammed into her. She wrapped her long legs around his strong hips and dug her heels into the small of his back, crushing his ardent cock against the soaked folds of her mound. Her head lolled back and forth in the throes of the orgasm that would fully desolate any turning back. She drew his head up from her breasts and locked her teeth onto the lobe of his ear, sucking it slowly into her wet mouth. "Fuck me..." She whispered, her feverish breath filling his ear. "Fuck me hard..."

She heard him laugh and felt his grin against her throat before he began to kiss her neck. His hands escaped her just long enough for him to slide out of his shorts, and then returned to her gorgeous body, one hand cupping her tight ass while the other went back to work caressing her ample breast. While kneeding her bottom, his fingers hooked inside the thin back of her G-string, easily able to move it away from her starved pussy.

She shivered against his muscular body as the cool air of the weight room greeted her bare sheath. But that sensation was diminished quickly by the brush of his cock. The wide head of his shaft slowly glanced along the length of her pussy, searching for the saturated entrance to her core. She bit into her bottom lip when the head parted her open, and cried breathlessly as inch after thick, torrid inch sank within her tight, wet hole.

Not one, not two, but three overwhelming orgasms ripped through her as the last of his large cock was inserted into her. Her nails dug into the rigid flesh of his back and she screamed in the titanic bliss of her gushing release. His turgid rod was now soaked in the essence of her ecstasy, which made the motion within her that much more pleasurable.

His hips began to slowly roll back and forth, feeling his way inside her unknown body to discover the depths of her passion. Her body arched with every invasion as his cum bathed shaft split her opening again and again. His mouth was hot against her throat, and then her breasts, pinching her tight little nipple within his teeth. The pain of his bite was overshadowed by the assault on her body, and Anna only felt his teeth as a passing echo beyond her rapture.

 

Reaching down with both arms, Lance hooked Anna`s legs just at the knee, and slowly drew them up toward his shoulders, all the while slowly filling her tight slit.

Anna was having trouble breathing; the euphoric thrust of his hips was causing her breath to catch in her throat, and as her legs rose higher, her pussy got tighter, and breath was harder to come by. This didn’t seem to stop Lance, however. In fact the more hardship that fell on her, the more efficient he became. Her long legs, sheathed within dark stockings, were draped over his shoulders now, and he could feel the soft flesh of her deepest wall with the head of his cock. His thrusts became stronger, driving deeper than before. She locked her feet behind his neck and reached out to cup his muscular ass. She was urging him on, gripping his backside and pulling him harder into her. He complied. He was pounding into her; the slap of his hips against her ass as he crushed himself inside of her pussy rang out again and again. She was folded beneath him, taking every thick inch of him and wanting more.
Her head arched back as another orgasm slammed into her. Her mouth was open but nothing was escaping. Her cries were a silent plea for this to never end.

The sight was erotic. She was lying beneath him, open, exposed. Her ripe breasts bounced rapidly with his fierce, quick thrusts, as she screamed quietly into nothingness. His sacks were tightening, it was almost time. The tight hold of her pussy was stroking him like wet velvet and he couldn’t hold on any longer. At the last possible moment, right before he was about to explode, he whipped himself fully out of her. Following through with the last thrust he slammed his thighs against her ass and speared just above her aching mound. Spurts of milky cream ejected from the tip of his throbbing, plum head, to splash across Anna’s cheeks and lips. Her tongue darted out to catch as much as possible and her head moved with the erupting gush so that her mouth was below it. It was salty and warm and she couldn’t get enough. Her hips undulated with irritation, as though her pussy was jealous of her mouth.
He took himself in hand and stroked out the last few drops — drops that she eagerly swallowed — and shuddered with the finality of his eruption.

Lance rolled away to.....somewhere. Anna really couldn’t tell. She was still trapped within the chains of her sinful appetite, her tongue tracing her lips to make sure no cum was left behind, her thighs quivering lightly.

Finally, after spending some time to gather herself, she rolled up and began to fasten the bra that hung off her shoulders. Lance stood just a few feet from her, leaning against the wall. "When I told you to fuck me, Mr. Haywood, I didn’t say anything about cumming in my mouth." She stated bluntly. Lance quirked a brow and gave her a sly smile. "Yea. By that time it was more of an ad-lib. Guess you should punish me, eh?"

She stood up and straightened her skirt, hiding the lacy tops of her stockings beneath it. With a single stride of her long legs she was pressed against him, her lips merely inches from his own. "Detention?"

Sept. 28th, 2006

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Mood: Not So Better, Music: Anything - Mae

Well, as I had hoped for, I woke up this morning without the feeling of anger. Thank God.

I overheard a conversation this morning. Someone talking about "wow, it's a small world!" Why do people say that? The world is fucking HUGE. It's the biggest mass we'll ever see. I didn't think that mutual friends made the world any smaller, or seeing someone after years when you thought they'd moved away. The world is still the same size, and it's enormous. Quit saying that.

And Jaden pointed out to me today that a number of local females are using Sharpies to draw on their eyebrows. WHAT THE FUCK!? Last time I checked, my face didn't resemble a piece of paper or a burned CD, so why would a Sharpie be used on it?! Females are absolutely insane. Leave your effing eyebrows alone. Don't pluck them all out and maybe you wouldn't need a damn Sharpie!!

It's raining today. Why does rain always make people feel lazier? It's just water. The shower doesn't make us feel lazy, so why would rain? I understand that its gloomy out, but why do I have to sit on my ass and collect dust just because of it? People are odd, including myself.

I've come to the conclusion that my ex-boss is a bitchass. Seriously, if you know I talk to one of the regular customers, why would you talk shit about me to him!? He's just gonna go tell my sister, and she's just gonna call and tell me, and I'm just gonna call my lawyer. All in all, you're fucked. Sooo thanks for the highlight of my day, all of you wonderful kids down there.

I think that's it for right now. I'll update this later, at the end of the day. It's only 2 PM, and I've already bitched about a few things. Maybe later it'll be a nicer update!

 

Ok, update time.

Tonight went well. I got to see my best friend everrrr and cause some chaos  We're def. cool like that.

So far, I've been okay by myself. It's been a while since I got a harassing phone call from an ex, and it feels nice. I get to go out whenever I want, do whatever I want, with whoever I want...and it's refreshing!

So I have this concert on October 5th, which is realllll soon! New Found Glory  Omigosh...*melting*. I can't waiiiiit. For the first time in a long time, I'm gonna have to dress like a punk rock chick :-)

And I have yet another concert to go to for my buddy Jordan :-) His band is playing @ Touch on the 4th, and it should be awesome  I think I'll have my best friend Chrissy tag along with me!!

Tonez comes home this weekend, which means I get to chill with H-Town's finest  for the first time in FOREVER. Oh yes, we will get shit faced. And crash miserably in random places. Yayyy party

So the night went well, and I'm happy for once! No more cranky pants, k Heather?