From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt. 2

... message from a strange number. Once Nick saw the message was from Stacy, his heart skipped a beat. Nick found Stacy while surfing on Facebook last night and immediately sent her a friend request and started a chat with her. He must have given her his number at some point, but he was too tired from his late night masturbation and pornography binge to remember. As class started, Nick's mind went into dreamland. He thought of Stacy, standing in front of the class, dressed as Mrs. Forrest, with a knee-length black skirt and a matching black sweater covering a button-up white blouse. Unlike Mrs. Forrest, Stacy had her long brunette hair undone, instead of in the frumpy looking bun the math teacher wore. She took off the thick rimmed glasses with smudgy lenses and her checker patterned scarf and slowly walked over to Nick's desk. She shuffled her hair and began a sexy dance for Nick. Stacy then removed her sweater and unbuttoned her blouse, smiling and laughing as she did so, which caused her cute mole on her right cheek jump slightly. The rest of the students in the room were non-existent in his mind. It was just him and this sexy girl stripping for him. That was all that existed in his universe. Nick couldn't help but get hard while Stacy danced for him. At this point, her blouse was off and her bra was soon to follow. Before Stacy could free her sweater puppies, Mrs. Forrest called on Nick. “Nicholas, can you kindly provide me with the answer to the question?” “What? Oh, um, ...

... yeah. X equals 164,” Nick replied. “Hmm, yes, that’s correct,” Mrs. Forrest said. She looked at him, puzzled, perhaps surprised even, that he knew the answer despite clearly spacing out. “Moving on, can anyone tell me what answer they arrived at for question 4 of the homework?” Lizzy answered next, “69” Sixty-nine? That wasn’t the correct answer, Nick’s nerd mind blared at him. His horny, reptilian mind, however, construed those words into yet another fantasy. Man, I need to get laid again, Nick thought. The worst part of the day finally arrived for Mitch Claiborn. It was lunchtime. Lunch used to be one of his favorite times of the day. It was a time where he could de-stress from the worries of school and just hang out and joke around with his friends. Mitch wondered what would happen today after his near fight with Danny at the party on Friday. All week, Mitch eagerly anticipated Mari Rosales’ party on Friday night. Mitch looked forward to a fun night of drinking and hanging out with his friends to blow off some steam from his breakup with Lizzy, which took place just over a week ago. Perhaps another girl would take his mind off of missing Lizzy. Instead, he arrived late after a long soccer game and a trip home to scarf down whatever leftovers were available. By the time he arrived, all sorts of whispers were floating around about two of the people he was most excited to see, his good friends Nick and Danny. The other name Mitch heard in all those whispers: his ex, Lizzy. Mitch ...