Chapter 2

The next day at school, Tom’s usually wavering attention was fixed entirely elsewhere, as he replayed the events of yesterday afternoon over and over in his mind. Had there not been a regular stream of messages between Ellie and himself, he might have started to think he imagined the whole thing. The messages had started late last night, with Tom sending a message complaining about the mountain of homework he had. The conversation had flowed easily and Tom had ended up taking twice as long to do the work as normal, but he didn’t mind. After all, if nothing else, the good night picture he’d received of a bare shouldered Ellie in bed had been more than worth the trouble.

She’d messaged him again this morning, teasingly asking how he had been coping without her all night and they practically had not stopped since. His phone buzzed, bringing him back to the present and looking down at his phone, it was another message from Ellie.

-E: physics IS KILLING me, your class any good?

-T: Normally, IPT is great- today? There’s other places I’d rather be.

-E: Like my bedroom? lol

-E: IPT?

-T: I mean you’re not wrong.

-T: Sorry, I forget you’re not a huge nerd- Information Processes and Technology.

-E: well, for a complete non-nerd I kicked your ass pretty good didn’t it?

-T: This is true, this is true.

There was a brief lull in the conversation as Tom took down some notes half heartedly. This was the one class he did well in, so it was unlikely he was going to get in trouble from Mr Harris for being on his phone, but it paid to at least pretend to pay attention. When he looked back at his phone his heart beat faster at what he saw.

-E: i’m beyond bored ... meet me in the hall?

Tom excused himself from class, inventing some excuse about forgetting something from his locker on the way out, and walked swiftly down the hall looking out for Ellie. He rounded a corner and almost ran into her.

“Watch yourse!-” Ellie said with a fierce start, before realisation dawned in her eyes. “Oh hey there you, come on.” Ellie took Tom’s hand and pulled him with her towards the bathrooms.

“What did you have in mind?” Tom began, before realising he was being pulled towards the girls bathroom, “Wait, I can’t go in there!” he protested.

“Oh come ON! It’s not as if anyone is ever in there during class, besides the boy’s bathrooms are always filthy.” She looked back at him with a grin, “I’ll make it worth your while?”

Protests forgotten, Tom allowed himself to be pulled inside. Thankfully, Ellie was right and the bathroom was indeed deserted. Growing seemingly more impatient, Ellie pulled him inside a stall locking it behind him. Turning to face him inside the cramped stall, Ellie whispered “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Before pushing him none too gently up against the stall wall and crushing her lips against his.

Tom sagged against the wall under Ellie’s assault, the smell of her perfume filled his nose and her hands were all over him. Eventually, when the shock started to wear off, Tom wrapped his arms around Ellie and she smiled into their kiss appreciatively. With one hand lost in her hair and the other slowly sliding down to rest on her ass, Tom began to kiss back properly, earning a small moan from Ellie.

The feeling of Ellie’s breasts pressed up against him through her blouse was driving Tom crazy, and almost without thinking one his hands slipped down from its place around Ellie’s neck to cup one of them gently. Clearly not satisfied, Ellie’s own hand covered Tom’s and squeezed before going back to roaming Tom’s body. Encouraged, Tom began to feel Ellie up in earnest, the feeling of her warm, full tits made his already hard cock start to tent painfully in his pants.

Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed through the room and Tom’s eyes went wide with panic. Ellie quickly clamped a hand down firmly over his mouth and put a finger to her own lips. Not missing a beat, while the footsteps of some stranger sounded clearly throughout the room, Ellie began to slowly undo Tom’s belt before fishing his cock out of his pants. Tom sighed with relief, a sound luckily muffled by Ellie’s hand. Starting slowly, but building speed gradually, Ellie began to pump Tom’s hard cock with her free hand, while staring into his eyes. Between the intense look in Ellie’s eyes, mesmerising him, the fierce make out session he had just endured and the rapid speed that Ellie was quickly building too, Tom could already start to feel his orgasm sneak up on him.

Some small distracted part of Tom’s brain idly wondered why he hadn’t heard a stall door open when the other girl entered the room. As if reading his mind, Ellie leaned in close to his ear and said in the slightest whisper, “She’s doing her makeup, wanna do mine?” After a moment of confused frowning Tom realised she was asking if he wanted to finish on her face.

Tom nodded quickly and with a sly grin, Ellie got to her knees and positioned her wide open mouth directly in front of his pulsing cock, all without missing a stroke. The last straw for Tom was when Ellie looked straight up at him, slid her tongue out as far as it would go and widened her eyes to their fullest. His cock erupted, shooting jets of warm cum all over Ellie’s face. Ellie flinched as the first rope of cum hit her face, but rallied quickly and maintained that piercing blue eyed stare as rope after rope of cum coated her face. Tom managed to avoid making any noise, but only barely by clamping his mouth shut and holding his breath.

As his orgasm subsided, Tom let out a long quiet breath that he’d been holding as Ellie straightened up slightly before sitting on the closed toilet seat. As Tom watched on in silence, returning his slowly deflating dick to his pants, Ellie kicked her lips and smiled almost proudly to herself. Mercifully, the girl that had been fixing her makeup chose this moment to finally leave the bathroom. “You my friend,” Ellie said, pulling some wipes out of her pocket and wiping off the thickest sections of cum, “Can cum buckets, seriously I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum so much.”

“Thanks ... I think?” Tom mumbled, blushing slightly at the unexpected compliment. Ellie shrugged.

“Look it works for me, you really can fulfil a girl’s needs ... Some of us really dig what you just did.” She said with a wink. “Although you do make the cleanup a little difficult” she finished almost to herself. As she worked on straightening out her appearance, where her skirt had ridden up and blouse had been ruffled by Tom’s wandering hands, she asked “So, did you have any ideas for our date? I was thinking Friday if that suits?”

Glad for once that he’d thought ahead, Tom replied quickly, “I did actually, how do you feel about Mexican food?” As Ellie nodded affirmatively, he continued, “There’s a New Mexican place down by the wharf I’ve always wanted an excuse to try and after dinner there’s a bunch of things nearby we could do, there’s a bowling alley, arcade, movie theatre ... what?” Tom trailed off as Ellie started laughing.

“Nothing bad! I just think you’re the best.” When Tom just gave her a confused stare, she continued, “I just gave you a handjib, you blew the biggest load I’ve ever seen all over my face and now you’re casually delivering amazing date ideas like it’s nothing.” With her face finally properly clean, she stood and put her arms around his neck, “You’re coping very well with what others would find very strange is all.”

Tom flushed deeply at the praise and managed a mumbled reply, “Well ... I imagine you heard I was at least a little strange.”

Ellie smirked and pulled him in close, “A little nerdy and left of centre, but who knew that meant killer boyfriend material?” She said before pulling him in for another kiss, this time much more gently and sensually. Tom drank in the sensation of her soft lips and perfect body against his before she pulled away and put a finger in his face sternly, “I said boyfriend material- I’m not labelling this yet, we are not exclusive and I don’t owe you anything, understood?”

Tom laughed, “Honestly? The thought never even entered my head until you mentioned it, I was mostly still stuck on being complimented by THE blonde bombshell.”

Ellie grinned, “Oh so we’re being sassy now? I like this, maybe you start to loosen up after you’ve had an orgasm.” Tom started to laugh and was about to make another retort when Ellie pulled him in, “Oh shut up and kiss me you beautiful idiot, we have to go soon and I need enough of you to last me till Friday.”

Putting up his hands in defeat, Tom remained silent as Ellie pressed herself back up against him and he tried to memorise just how perfect that felt. Eventually, Ellie pulled away regretfully and went to open the door. “I’ll see you Friday, meet you there at 8?”

“Works for me TBB” Tom replied without thinking.

Ellie fixed him with a quizzical look as she checked to make sure the coast was clear in the hall.

“Well I can’t really go around calling you The Blonde Bombshell around other people now can I?” Tom said, smirking.

Ellie rolled her eyes and ducked out of the bathroom, “You are such a dork, come on go go go- see you Friday!” She called over her shoulder as they went their separate ways back to class

Friday he thought to himself, as he hurried back to class, a spring in his step, cannot possibly arrive too soon.

“How is it already Friday?” Tom muttered angrily to himself as he searched desperately through his wardrobe for something applicable to wear on a date. So far he had rejected most of his wardrobe as unsuitable and realised only too late that his favourite shirt was in the wash. His panic was interrupted by the sound of his Mum from down the hall.

“Knock knock, someone missing something?” She called, walking down the hall to his room. Tom frowned, but his confusion cleared quickly as his mum entered with his favourite shirt, cleaned and ironed. “You’re only ever this nervous when you’ve got a date, so I took the liberty of washing this one for ya.”

Tom grabbed their shirt off the hanger and hustled his mum out of his room to change. “You’re a lifesaver!” He called out through the door.

“I know, I know I’m just the best.” She called back, “The catch is you have to tell me about your date when you get home, whenever that may be” she said with a laugh.

Tom groaned internally at the thought before quickly selecting a pair of jeans and getting dressed. He couldn’t be too mad, he had just had his bacon saved. Taking the stairs down to the front door, Tom grabbed his keys from the bowl and his coat from its place by the door and hurried out towards his car.