“So, do you think you’re going to give up on her?” Olivia asked, rubbing her clit in slow circles. “I mean, this is a very ‘mixed signals’ situation.”
“Or a ‘red flag’ one, yeah.” Phil replied as he stroked his fully hard erection, leaning back. “But I know me, and if I know me, this’ll only make me try harder.”
“You get what you want, don’t you?” Olivia replied with a smile, moving her pelvis up and experimentally sliding a finger into herself.
“I try to.” Phil honestly replied. “I see what I want, I fight for it. If I’m denied it, I fight harder. That’s what hard work does, it rewards you. Simple as that.”
“And what does fighting harder for Nicole entail?” Olivia asked, her grin never fading, her speed increasing.
“Hey, I’m not some sketchy master planner here.” Phil admitted. “I have no fuckin’ clue what it entails. I’m making this shit up as I go along. But I’ll get there.”
“In the meantime, can we assume you’re going to have eyes only for her?” Olivia asked, taking her finger out of herself and standing up. “You know, like being faithful and not fucking any sluts that ask you for your cock. Or practically beg for it.” She walked over to the nearest wall and leaned her arms against it, arching her back, giving Phil a view of her pussy from behind.
Phil smiled in disbelief. Olivia and he hadn’t had sex yet, and this was so… unceremonious. It felt like this was the type of thing that’s planned, or at least something he plans. He planned what day he and Nicole would fuck and ran throguh the scenario in his head a thousand times. But with Olivia… for a submissive girl, she sure liked to initiate. Phil felt like he was caught between two worlds. In one, he was the Student Council President, the guy so charming even the school slut fell for him, even if temporarily, the guy everyone looked up to. Girls were nervous around him, and he initiated the sex. But in this other world, this crazy world of Olivia’s, he was another badly-behaved senior, smoking and fucking on school property, jumping at every opportunity Olivia gave him to use her body.
This time was no exception. Without so much as a word, Phil hopped off the chair and lined himself up behind Olivia, running his hands down her shoulders, his hands trailing down to where the shirt ended and he felt nothing but the skin of her hips. He gripped them as he pushed his own hips forward, enjoying the feeling of his dick sliding along her skin. Olivia moaned at the feeling of his dick touching her skin, even if he was constantly sliding away from her pussy as opposed to inside.
After a few seconds of teasing sliding and hip movements, it became clear to both parties that enough was enough. Phil took one hand off of Olivia’s hips to guide his cock to her waiting hole, her entrance, her womanhood. Her body almost shook with anticipation as she felt Phil enter her for the first time. Her body stiffened, then relaxed, as did Phil’s, as he slowly slid himself inside her, her wetness telegraphing how eager she was to finally have him inside her after all this time.
Her hands were desperately travelling the walls for something to grab and support herself, but she could find nothing, and eventually she resigned herself to her fate, leaning fully against the wall as Phil began to grip her hips and move back and forth. Phil made a mental note of how easily she’d accommodated his dick and how this was definitely not her first rodeo. Student Council President Phil probably would have spared a thought for condom use and asking formalities (like ‘should we move to a bed’) but Phil felt like a different person with Olivia. He felt like a mischievous delinquent, a bad boy. Bad boys don’t ask permission, or use condoms, and it was clear that Olivia wanted nothing more than a bad boy to take her against a wall in his basement while the two were high out of their minds.
Who was Phil to say no? Phil’s hips began to rock back and forth, his hands firmly and assertively planted on Olivia’s hips, as he began to make good use of her. The sensation of Olivia gripping his shaft and milking his cock was complemented by the way the normally composed and almost conniving girl was reduced to a submissive, moaning, almost childish figure as she was shoved against the wall over and over.
Phil couldn’t help but give her ass a firm smack as he plowed her from behind. “Moan my name,” he found himself grunting dominantly.
Olivia immediately complied. “Phil…” she breathed, her voice way higher during sex than it normally was. “Oh fuck, Phil, your cock feels sooo good in me.”
“Damn right.” Phil groaned back to her. “That’s my good girl.”
Phil was not willing to admit he didn’t have a ton of experience dominating, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t picking things up and learning them on the fly effectively. Every little moan and grunt Olivia gave him provided him with more examples of what to do, and every change in technique he tried was rewarded with a change in Olivia’s slight moaning that told him what worked and what didn’t. Phil was a magician, working his magic on her. Phil was a scientist, conducting his experiments on her. Phil was giving it every bit of effort he had, not even to please her, but just to possess and dominate her, and make her unable to think about anything but his cock drilling her.
All too quickly, Phil felt something stirring. In Council President mode, he may have warned her about the impending end of the ride he was giving her, but fuck it, he wasn’t the Council President right now. He was a man, taking over his woman. He didn’t need to let her know when he was cumming, right? With increased exhales, Phil working himself up into a frenzy, pounding into Olivia over and over, mashing her against the wall until his vision began to blur with pure pleasure. He practically cried out as he felt his load get released – he was used to doing it on Olivia’s face, and now he had just done it inside Olivia.
Olivia only realized then what was happening, and moaned in surprise as she felt his load filling her. She slammed her hips back against his as spurt after spurt filled her. She moaned and leaned her head back as she let her body succumb to the feelings Phil had already succumbed to a bit ago. The two eventually came to a standstill and stood there, breathing, Phil slowly softening inside her, until he finally detached from her and the two collapsed on the floor.
The two didn’t speak for at least a solid minute. Olivia was the first to pipe up, after a while. “Oh, and by the way: next time, you’re going to warn me when you cum.”
Oh. Phil misread that one. “Uh, yeah, sure.” he mumbled, still spent. The two lay there in silence for a while, enjoying the feelings, and knowing that they would be doing this a lot more over the coming weeks.
***
Phil liked to think of himself as a good guy. Most high schoolers would have dropped any and all communication with their girlfriends after they broke up. Most high schoolers, especially in his position of power, would spread rumors about her or punch a wall or something. Most high schoolers were shallow. Phil knew he was not. He knew that he and Nicole may have been boyfriend and girlfriend before, and hopefully would again soon, but for now, they were coworkers on the council – and if Phil had his way, they were friends too.