The final bell sounds through the silent school, releasing us from our long day of lectures. I pack up my books and hoist my bag over my shoulder. The halls are crowded with fellow students eager to start their weekends. Finally I reach my locker and slowly pack my backpack, not anxious to go home. I had no plans for the weekend aside from sitting at home doing nothing but living. I shut my locker and lock the lock. Wrapping my scarf around my neck and slipping my coat on, I walk slowly toward the library, planning on taking out a book or two for the weekend.

I hear someone call my name. Stopping, I look around and see you waving at me from an empty classroom.

"Hey!" I say, walking toward you.

There's something about the way you're looking at me, something off in your eyes. Part of my mind urges me to turn and run. Something tells me that there is danger, that I shouldn't go. I push the small voice away and walk into the room.

"How are you?" I ask, setting my bag down on an empty seat behind you.

"Pretty good," you respond lightly, "you?"

"Not bad."

We chat for a while longer. I don't notice as you slowly, subtly place yourself between me and the door.

"But I should be going," I say after about twenty minutes. "I want to get to the library before it closes."

You don't reply, but swiftly kick the door shut. It bangs closed, shattering the silence. You start to approach me.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," you tell me. You voice is low, dangerous. Its makes my skin prickle and crawl. "How long I've been waiting for you."

I swallow, trying to calm my nerves. You place your hands firmly on the desk on either side of my hips and roughly kiss me. One hand pulls me closer to you, forcing my legs apart around you, the other catching my head and pushing me closer to you as I try to pull away. I try to tell you to stop, but it's difficult to speak when your lips are so roughly pushed against mine. Your hand moves to my ass, grabbing and pinching. You pick me up and force me against the teacher's desk. You flip me over so I lay with my stomach on the desk and my ass in the air. I try to push myself up to get away from you, but you push me against it harder. I feel your hardening dick push firmly against the crotch of my panties. My body reacts without my consent, and I squirm as I feel myself get wet. I don't want this. Not right here. Not from you. You turn me so I am laying on my back.

You fumble with the buttons on my shirt, giving up and ripping it off me. Buttons scatter all over the desk and floor. You drop the ruined shirt on the floor and unclasp my bra. It meets my shirt on the floor. Your hands are rough on my tender breasts, squeezing and grabbing hard. I moan in pain and ask you to stop.

"Shut up, bitch," you snap, a hard smack landing on my ass.

You undo the button on my skirt and rip it off me. You play with the lace thong I'm wearing, and then pull it off. Your eyes ravage my virgin body. Hastily I try to cover myself, but you pin my arms behind me. I beg you to let me go.

"No," you tell me. "I've waited too long for this."

You swiftly undo my jeans, letting them drop to the floor. My eyes widen in terror as your thick six inch cock stands proud and erect before me. You flip me over onto my tummy and place yourself at my entrance. Tears well up in my eyes and spill down my cheeks.

Suddenly you slam into me. My sobs are broken by an unbidden cry of pleasure. You slowly pull out of me, pausing for a moment before slamming back into my tight sex. I try not to enjoy the feeling of your huge penis filling me completely, and fail miserably. My moans and cries of pleasure mix with your grunts. I feel something building deep within me, growing more and more intense as you fuck me harder, faster. I scream as sudden overwhelming pleasure crashes over me. My cunt clamps around your thick cock, and you slam into me one last time, your dick twitching deep inside me as you fill me with your hot seed.

You release my arms and straighten your clothes, swiftly walking to the door. You open it and pause.

"Thanks," you say. "Same time next week?"

You leave without waiting for my answer, not that it would have made a difference. I gather my things and leave the room, softly closing the door behind me.

Maybe next weekend won't be so boring after all...