Derek & Cris (My First Erotic Story)

Cris Martin was walking down the hall on her way to economics class when Derek Morris, the person who had managed to claim the number one spot on her shit list for the past two years, jumped in front of her path blocking her way to class. "Hey baby." Derek coyly smiled while leaning down to meet Cris' now frowning face. "How about you give me a kiss and I let you into class?" Cris rolled her eyes and retorted, "Or how about you get the hell out of my way before I connect my fist with your nose." With that Cris balled her left hand up into a fist and extended it up to Derek's face. "Ooh, fiesty! The way I like 'em!" With that he proceeded into the class with Cris a few steps behind him.

"Alright class, started Professor White, today we're going to watch a documentary on the Enron Corporation. I may just decide to give you a quiz on it tomorrow, next week, or maybe I'll just wait and add some questions from it to your final exam. So I suggest you pay attention and take good notes." With that said, Professor White turned on the television, loaded the tape into the VCR, and turned off the lights. As Cris was getting out her notebook and a pencil she felt something light hit her and bounce off. She looked down at the floor to see that it was a piece of balled up paper that had hit her. She didn't have to look to know that Derek was the one who threw it. She thought about ignoring him, but she knew that he would only find more irritating things to do to drive her up the wall. She slowly turned her head to meet his smiling face. "What?!" whispered Cris. Derek then started to lick his lips, and flip his tongue in and out between his index and middle fingers. Cris gave a coy smile of her own and said, "You wish." "Blow me," retorted Derek. Cris stuck her middle finger up at him. "Name the time and place, baby. I got nine inches waiting for you." Derek came back at her. Rolling her eyes and firmly biting her lip at an attempt to control her frustration, Cris turned away and pretended to concentrate on her notes. Ugh! I can't fuckin' stand him! He's such a dick! Cris thought to herself. Yet, for some reason she couldn't help but realize that she had started thinking about him more and more lately. Derek was 6'5, with a dark caramel complexion, very muscular build, piercing gray eyes (that weren't contacts), and jet black hair that he kept neatly cut.

Cris is such a bitch, Derek thought to himself. But she is so damn fine! Cris was 5'9 with a light peanut butter complextion, dark brown eyes, and long, dark brown hair that touched the top of her back. I'd tear that ass up in a heartbeat! Derek continued to think to himself as he stared at every inch of Cris. Starting with those legs that seemed to go on for miles, up to that nice, round ass of hers, and up to those big, luscious breasts. Feeling himself starting to get hard, he turned away.
After the bell rang and class was dismissed Derek realized that he still had Cris on his mind. As Derek was walking down the hall he overheard Cris talking to her best friend, Raynelle. "I've got four spare hours before my next class. I'm gonna go to the gym. Maybe a good run will calm me down. Derek got on my nerves so fuckin' bad today!" Raynelle let out a small chuckle. "You know, that's called flirtin, Cris." Raynelle said. You know, that's called bullshit, Ray," Cris came back at her. I'll holla at you later." After the girls said their byes Cris proceeded to her room to grab her gym clothes and then headed for the gym.

Cris entered the locker room and was walking towards one of the benches when she saw a figure standing against a row of lockers. "You have got to be kidding me," stated Cris. Walking past Derek, Cris tossed her bag down on one of the benches and continued, "In case you haven't noticed," Cris started as she stood in front of him with her arms folded, "This is the girls' lock--," but Cris' statement was interrupted by a loud "POP!" Her and Derek were now engulfed in total darkness. They both realized that a fuse had blown, but what Cris hadn't noticed was that by reflex she had wrapped her arms around Derek's neck. "I was hoping you'd warm up to me soon," Derek said with his arms wrapped tightly around Cris' waist. "Shut up," Cris said as she removed her arms from around him. Derek, however, kept his hold on Cris. "Derek, what do you think you're do--,"but before Cris could finish her question, Derek pulled her close and covered her lips with his in a soft, sensuous kiss. "I can't stand it anymore, Cris. I want you..now. I think we need to cut this tough act bullshit out. I want you and you know you want me too." Cris was now up against a locker with her hands on Derek's broad chest. She had to admit that Derek was right. Even though they had put on these hate acts, it was obvious that they were buring for each other. Taking one of Cris' hands and gently placing kisses on each of her fingertips, Derek asked Cris, "Can you honestly tell me that you haven't wanted this for a while now?" After a short pause, Cris whispered, "No."

With that, Derek kissed Cris again, only harder now. He unbuttoned Cris' shirt and slowly slid it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. He then unhooked Cris' bra let it hit the floor as well. He sqeezed both of Cris' D-cup breasts together and proceeded to suck on both of them. Part of him wished that the lights would come back on so he could see Cris' fine ass, but the other part of him saw that this was more erotic. He then traced a trail with his tongue down to Cris' belly button. Cris let out a soft moan as she felt her panties getting wet from her arousal. Derek then reached under Cris' skirt to remove her now soaked panties. He knelt down, placed one of Cris legs over his shoulder, and let his tongue do all of the work. Derek was glad that had become quite fluent in Greek. He did the whole Greek alphabet and a couple of other words with his tongue. Cris thought that she was going to explode. Her moans became louder and she could feel her knees buckling. She came and came and Derek lapped every bit of up as if it were liquid gold.


After he finished, Cris then pulled off Derek's shirt and placed kisses on his well defined chest and six pack. She then unbuttoned his jeans and slid her hand down them to get a good feel of what he was packing - and man was he packing! Guess he wasn't lyin' about that nine inches, Cris thought to herself smiling. Cris gently whispered in his ear, "Sit down." Derek carefully made his way to a bench. Cris pulled Derek's pants and boxers all the way before he sat. She licked and sucked on the head of Derek's hard dick before slowly taking the whole thing in. She wasn't sure if she would be able to do it since it was so big, but she finally got the hang of it. Derek let out a soft moan and he ran his fingers through Cris' hair as she continued to suck Derek's dick while using one of her hands to caress Derek's balls. Lost in ecstacy, Derek laid back on the bench and let Cris work her magic. Cris then started to alternate between sucking Derek's dick to sucking his balls - using one of her hands to massage which ever one wasn't receiving any oral treatment at the moment. Derek's moans started to intensify. When Derek felt like he might lose it, he gently lifted Cris' head and whispered, "Not yet, baby." With his dick now harder than it had ever been he leaned Cris' over the bench since she was still on her knees. He teased Cris a bit by rubbing the tip of his dick against the opening of Cris' wet pussy. She gyrated her hips against him to stimulate herself even more. Cris let out a gasp as Derek entered her and had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Derek thrust into her slowly at first, then he started to fuck Cris faster and faster. He had one hand wrapped around Cris' hair pulling it and the other one slapping Cris' ass. Cris' moans became so loud that Derek had to place a hand over her mouth afraid that someone might hear her. They fucked for a hour or so before they both came at the same time. Cris slumped over the bench with Derek collapsed on her back. Cris could feel both her and Derek's cum running down her thighs. Derek was still inside her when the lights finally came back on. Shutting her eyes against the sudden brightness of the light, Cris thought to herself: Oh no! Now I've got to face Derek while he rubs in my face how I gave into him. While Cris was preparing herself to either have to cuss Derek out or bust him in the mouth with a left jab, Derek gently grabbed Cris' chin and turned her around to face him. After their eyes met Derek gently kissed Cris. "How are you feeling about me now?" Derek teasingly asked Cris while flashing her a pearl white smile.
"You're okay." Cris tried to say nonchalontaly, but she couldn't help herself from smiling back her own flawless smile at Derek. "Just okay? Yeah right." Derek came back at her and they both started to laugh. "I don't know about you, but I could use a nice, hot shower right now," Cris stated. "That makes two of us," Derek replied. You don't mind having to smell like lavender and lilac do you?" Cris asked. "Not at all," Derek replied smiling at her. "In that case, let's go," stated Cris. After they both got up Cris grabbed her bottle of shower gel out of her bag and they both headed for a shower stall.

After the shower was turned on with the water as hot as Derek and Cris could stand, they both stood up under the hard streaming flow of water coming out of the shower head sharing a long passionate kiss before they began to wash each other's body. Cris washed Derek first. Standing behind him, Cris poured some of the shower gel in to her hands and began to work it into a thick lather on Derek's back, then moving down to his tight, muscular ass. She then wrapped her arms around Derek to begin lathering his front all over like she had done the back. She started at his muscular chest, moving down to his six pack. She stopped just above Derek's dick to add more shower gel to her hands. She then wrapped one of her long, slender hands around Derek's dick and rubbed it nice and slow. Derek leaned his head back enjoying Cris "gel job". As he leaned back, Cris nibbled on Derek's earlobe. Derek then grabbed Cris' wrist and guided her around in front. "Your turn now," Derek leaned down and whispered into Cris' ear. Derek squeezed some shower gel into his hands and started lathering Cris in the same way she had lathered him. He started with Cris' back then moved down to her nice, round ass. Derek then took more shower gel into his hands and started on Cris' breasts. Derek squeezed and massaged the two huge mounds as he lathered. He squeezed and teased Cris' now hard nipples. He then moved his large, masculine hands down Cris tight stomach and down to her pussy. Cris hadn't realized until now that it was still tender from the job that Derek had done on it. Derek rubbed his hand in and out from between Cris legs, lathering up her pussy in the process. With her head tilted back on Derek's chest and him sucking on her neck, Cris was lost in her pleasure when she felt a small pain between her legs that caused her to let out a small whimper as Derek began to enter one of his long fingers into her. "Still tender?" Derek asked. Cris nodded. "I beat it up didn't I?" Cris looked up at his smiling face. "Shut up," she playfully replied. "I'll go easy," he reassured her as he leaned down to kiss her. While locked in the kiss Derek slowly and gently entered his index and middle finger into Cris' pussy. He used his right hand to finger her and his left to caress her breasts. Moaning sofly, Cris lifted her head up to nibble Derek's neck. After they finished exploring each other's body with their hands, they rinsed and then just stood under the hot water for a while holding each other while letting the steam engulf them both while basking in the pleasure of what had just happened between them.