Travis started completed his third and final lap around the school building. His neck ached, his legs were sore, and he had another hour in the weight room before he could go home.

Sometimes, he couldn't remember why he did wrestling because his life seems to have been reduced to running around the school, because Lenape was too cheap to provide treadmills for the athletes. It was ridiculous for his coach to make everyone run up and down four flights of stairs several times. The cheerleaders did that for exercise, for God's sake, couldn't they do something a little more…manly?

As he jogged across the hall to reach his final stairwell, Travis stopped for a quick second to splash his face with water from the nearby fountain. It was ridiculous that the school's heat kicked on after-hours. All day the students huddled together, covered in hoodies and sweats, trying to not freeze to death. And yet, the temperature was seventy degrees, and he had sweated through his white t-shirt and his basketball shorts were sticking uncomfortably to his thighs. He rubbed his neck, ignoring the prickling sensation that was caused by his new tattoo. He'd finally taken the bandage off a few days ago, and he was proud of his ink.

He took the stairs two at a time, eager to get the hell out so he could go spend some time with Joy. Ever since they'd been 'going out', they've seen each other a total of ….two times?

Not nearly enough, in his opinion.

He turns, nearly flying over the landing, before skidding to a stop.

There's a girl on the floor, lying up against the wall.

Normally that would be a cause for concern, perhaps call 911, but his eyes were currently zeroed on her hands. Specifically, her left hand, which was underneath her jeans, rubbing in a motion that left no doubt as to what she was doing.

Her eyes were closed, her lips pressed together as she squirmed on the floor. He stood there; mute except for the few ragged gulps of air he manages to take in as he mentally stumbles and stutters, wondering what the hell he's supposed to do. Go back up? Walk right past? Tell her that she should stop masturbating in the school stairwell? Look at her? Not look at her?

"You know, you could join me," a soft, breathy voice called out to him from the floor.

He started, grabbing the railing. The girl (who looked oddly familiar, but he just couldn't place her face….) was staring at him with an expression that was a cross between amusement and arousement. Her left hand was still leisurely rubbing away underneath her jeans.

"Um..." he stuttered, unnerved by her bravado. In his experience, all the girls he's been with, even the ones with the reputation, had to be coaxed, pleaded with. This oddly familiar girl on the floor was eyeing him as if he were a piece of meat, ready to be devoured whole if he'd let her sink her teeth in him. And damn it if he wasn't getting hot off of that stare.

However hot her stare may be though, it was still the dirty school hallway, he didn't know her (but he has a feeling he should…why can't he remember?) and he needs to get to the weight room before the coach assigns extra work for him. "No, thanks?"

The girl let out a small laugh before arching her back suddenly and letting out a small hiss. Travis stood there for a moment longer, observing her climax, wondering why the hell he isn't just running the hell away and trying to forget this crazy-straight-out-of-a-porn-movie, one with the lamest plot ever. "Suit yourself, then," she let out slowly, straightening her clothes and standing up.

He's still frozen to the spot, waiting for her to vanish into thin air, like a wet dream. Because she has to be one. He must have gone crazy from the heat, something his body isn't used to at this school, and it's produced a helluva fine hallucination.

But instead of vanishing like a dream or merely walking out like a crazy girl who happened to just walked in to screw with some random person's head, she got up and walked up to him on the steps. With one, long, slightly tanned and toned arm, she reached out to him with a smirk, pulling on the cord of his shorts down a step, then another two, till they were nearly level.

She was still smirking, and twisting his cord around her finger, pulling the front of his shorts away from his body, letting the warm air draft onto his dick. He shivered involuntarily, wondering if it was possible for a man to be sexually assaulted. But then again, he could very easily leave right now if he so chose and he still stood glued to the step, waiting with baited breath.

Her brown eyes were still staring at him hungrily, and for the first time, he realized how tall she was. He was two steps up, and yet she came up to his chin. Her brown hair was still mussed from her leaning against the wall. She licked her lips once, and his suddenly had tunnel vision, imagining those lips wrapped around his shaft. It had been so long for him, nearly since he had started dating Joy. He was a horny teenage boy, and he missed having sex on a regular basis.

Lost in fantasies, the girl took advantage of his distraction and moved a step up, so she could whisper in his ear, "But you know you want me. See?" She caressed his cock with her left hand, up and down it once, twice. "You're all sticky." He can hear the smirk in her voice before he can see it as she lets out a little laugh and pulls backwards, releasing his shorts. "Oops," she said impishly, "I think it's me that's all sticky," wagging her fingers at him, before gently sucking on her fingertips.

She made a small 'pop' as she let go of each finger, and he could see the amusement in her eyes as she watched him watching her.

Travis could feel the tent he was creating in his pants, but right now, all he could do is stare in awe at this girl who felt no shame. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and fuck if he wasn't going to commit it all to memory.

She took a step closer to him, bringing her to the same step as him. Travis could feel his heart racing at this point, wondering what she would do next. His mind was screaming for her to get down on her knees, right there.

But she merely continued up to the next step, her right arm reaching out and snagging his waist as she went up and behind him, preventing him from turning around. His shorts were lower than they were before, and a stripe of skin was visible, and she rubbed her thumb along his lower abdomen, while pressing a kiss to his shoulder through the fabric of his t-shirt.

Then she took her hand away, and he heard her retreat up the steps quickly. When he heard the door slam shut, his body finally registered and processed the move command, and he jogged as quickly as he could with his erection pressing painfully against the confines of his shorts and underwear. But by the time he was through the doors and into the main hallway, there were no signs of anyone on the top floor.

"Bitch!" he cursed at her under his breath, turning back to go to the weight room. Looking down at his erection though, he knew he couldn't go down there without being the butt of jokes for weeks. He veered into the boy's bathroom and jerked off until he came.

"Tease." He muttered, adjusting his balls once more, strolling into the weight room, twenty minutes late. It's not like she didn't offer, his mind told him. He closed his eyes, remembering the way her voice sounded when she said, "You know, you could join me."

Now, why didn't we take her up on that offer again? his grumpy, horny, unsatisfied body whined.

"Ressa! You better have a good explanation for why you were so late!" Coach Vetter shouted from across the weight room.

Oh yeah, that's why.

"What are you talking about, Coach? I did…five laps around the school, like you asked," Travis ad-libbed quickly.

"Ressa, pay attention! I said three, like always you'll never make it to Regionals if you can't pay attention. But congrats on the dedication, I can see you look exhausted. Twenty minutes, then you can go home."

"Thanks Coach."


"…and then, I pulled his shorts, and you should have seen his face, Galvin," Amanda purred into the phone. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, "it was like Christmas had come early for him. You sure he isn't a virgin?" She listened to his assurances as she wriggled out of her jeans, getting ready for bed. "What do you mean, what happened next? You dirty little pervert, you," she giggled half-affectionately.

Deciding to enjoy herself, she lowered the pitch of her voice, and spoke more quietly, "Do you like hearing about how I seduced Travis Ressa, all around American boy? Do you like when I describe how I brought myself to a climax for him by thinking about what we did together last month? Do you jerk off to my voice as I tell you how I stroked him while my fingers were still slippery with my own juices?" Amanda smiled as the silence on the other end spoke volumes to her.

"Enjoy your night with your hand. I'm sure for such a practiced couple, that little problem of yours will be taken care of quickly."

She ended the call and powered down her cell phone. Lying on her bed, she planned out exactly how she was going to bring one Travis Ressa to his knees.

Sure, Galvin might have dared her to, but she needed a new conquest anyway.

And she was going to have fun conquering all of him.


First chapter, meant to be a tease. Second chapter will be more graphic.