Moving On - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Moving On - Chapter 3

... the classrooms. The entire hallway was zoned off and any classes that were supposed to take place there were relocated to the cafeteria. Thankfully, our physics class was one of the classrooms that were off-limits. We had managed to evade him again, but how long could this continue going on? * * * Finally, Friday came. The day of Evelyn’s party, but also the day of the physics test. There was no way Mr. Clark was going to be absent on a test day. I was right. He smiled innocently at me as I walked in class, but I knew what dirty thoughts were hiding beneath. Thankfully, the test wasn’t that hard, but I nearly threw up multiple times during it. Mr. Clark always paced the rows like a soldier during each test, and unfortunately, my assigned seat was in the back left corner of the room. Each time he walked by me, Mr. Clark would brush my shoulder with his crotch, making me grimace each time. He did the same thing with Evelyn, and when she brought up her test, he accidentally dropped it and made her pick it up so he could look up her skirt. This had to stop. Now. Finally, the bell rang. I quickly handed in my test and raced out of the room after Evelyn before Mr. Clark could get in a single word. We were home free! At least until Monday, but that was light-years away as far as I was concerned. “See you tonight, Derek?” Evelyn asked me, her blues eyes showing some happiness after such a terrible week. “Definitely,” I said confidently, with a smile. * * * I’m not much of a partier, ...

... but I do like a good time now and again, and from the start, Evelyn’s party was a great time. I invited Sean along as a plus one, but he said he had to look after his little sister and wasn’t able to make it. So, I pulled up to her house alone. There were a lot of cars there already, and it looked like the party was just starting to reach full swing. Perfect timing. I entered the house and was immediately exposed to a lot of dancing, loud music, and, of course, drinking. I looked around. The house was large, but not too large, and it was nicely decorated, but not with anything too fancy, except for a big stained glass window that lined one wall of the house. All in all, it was a beautiful home. After a few minutes, I saw Evelyn. She was wearing a white top and purple skirt, and looked perfect as ever. She also looked a little tipsy. “Glad you could make it!” she said, grabbing my arm and leading me to the middle of the crowd of dancing teenagers. She took both my hands in hers and started dancing to the beat. I am not the best dancer, but not terrible, and thankfully I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself. Eventually, the music started to pick up pace and at first, I thought I imagined Evelyn brushing against my crotch. Then I felt it again. Soon, she was full on grinding against me. I had a little to drink by that point, and she had had more than me, so we were both a little out there. I looked at her, and I saw the same look in her eyes that she had had in the bathroom ...