Ch. 1 - Sex Ed
She supposed it could be deemed predictable that the administration decided to congregate the students into two separate auditoriums for the sex ed “talk” a week before Cotillion. Though the image of all the staff sitting around discussing when it was most likely the student body would be having sex…did gross her out a little.
Technically the sex talk was still part of their health class, but apparently the school was well known for giving the best one around. Of course by the time most of the students were in their junior year they were already well informed on the ins and outs of sexual intercourse. Thus, they dozed off or skipped, or made out in the back of the room, no matter how much the staff tried to prevent such things. The only really valuable part of the whole thing that students actually sat up and took notice for was how to avoid pregnancy. While important, it probably would have been more important to take notes on all the diseases that could possibly be contracted and their long and short-term effects.
As previously mentioned though, they weren’t. The only thing students seemed to care about in high school regarding sex was making sure babies could be avoided at all costs. It was a scandal to be a pregnant teen, whether you eventually opted to abort or not.
On a normal occasion, Blair would be diligently taking notes, no matter the topic. If she’d been with Nate still – and the whole Serena thing hadn’t happened – she probably would have been paying extra close attention, making sure she had all the knowledge for when she finally bestowed him with her special gift.
Well, that dream was shot to hell when she threw her virginity in Chuck Bass’s face without a moment’s notice.
Not that she really minded at this point. In fact, despite the initial horror it caused her the morning after, the last few weeks had left her feeling pretty invigorated. His calls, his texts, their sneaking around…it was exciting, contagious, and to be quite honest, it wasn’t just the thrill of a secret affair that had her glowing and almost never in a bad mood. She was getting addicted to him.
His lewd flattery before they’d hooked up, when she’d been Nate’s still – thank god that was over, she’d openly detested but secretly loved. Now she was able to freely appreciate when they were together and he took that as an invitation every time. Despite being quite new to sexual activities, she found herself either feeling completely safe in his arms or actually that she was making some serious progress with all the practice they were doing. Often both.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy, or this confident, but actions spoke louder than words in this particular scenario. She couldn’t tell Chuck he was getting to her and that her moments with him during the day – and often longer moments during the weekends – were the best ones she was having lately. But she had a feeling he already knew.
She wasn’t very good at hiding the smiles on her face or that little skip in her step whenever they walked towards each other – in secret naturally. She had to pretend all was normal and nothing had changed out in the open. But they shared knowing looks, looks that gave her delicious shivers and heated the blood in her veins.
And that was what brought she, Blair Cornelia Waldorf, prim, proper, and the up and coming society princess, suddenly aware that her panties were now damp.
Her eyes widened at the realization and she crossed and uncrossed her legs. That only worsened the situation. Moving against herself in that simple act got her hornier than ever and all she could think about was if Chuck had been doing the touching and not unintentionally herself.
The speaker was starting to get to the gruesome details that had some of the girls blushing and other wrinkling their noses, but all Blair was aware of was the sensations she was feeling and that in addition to her panties moistening further, her nipples had started to harden.
She crossed her arms across her chest, trying to make it less obvious, but it only caused a speculative glance from one of the teachers standing against the wall and Serena, and a minion or two. She ignored the teacher and cast a dirty look at the other two, to which Serena was clearly confused by, so Blair gave up.
She slowly rose from her seat a little and then turned back, half expecting there to be a puddle where she had been sitting. There was none. Thankfully. Once she’d gotten out of the pew, which also thankfully hadn’t been all that difficult since she’d been sitting near the end, she walked as quietly and unnoticeably fast as she could manage.
Once just outside the auditorium she breathed a sigh of relief and reached into her purse for her phone. All students had been forced to turn off their mobile devices, but she knew Chuck was never one to listen, and even though she’d been hesitant at them being seen together intimately, in any form whatsoever, she simply could not wait until the end of the day plus a few hours when he could end up in her bedroom with her.
However, just as she’d sent the text, she heard a distinct buzzing noise. She turned and looked to her left and saw him leaning against the wall, smirking as he read her text.
“Chuck?” she whispered.
He lifted his gaze to turn and look at her.
“Did you ditch?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“You need me now, huh?” he asked cockily.
She stopped in front of him and swallowed.
“It is quite possible if I don’t get some within the next thirty seconds I will come all on my own,” she said very seriously.
His eyes widened as his smirk curved into an open grin, almost gaping, but before he could say anything, she’d grabbed his tie and was pulling him down the hallway until they’d turned the corner and were covered in shadow near the janitor’s closet.
“My, my, aren’t we impatient today…”
“Not now, Bass,” she said, starting to undo his belt.
“I thought you were too scared we might get caught at school,” he said slyly, grazing his hand along the curves of her face and then drifting lower, cupping one breast. His eyes widened and he lost his breath when his thumb moved over her nipple and found it hard as a rock. “You are ready…”
She shoved her hand into his pants and gripped his dick tightly. He groaned loudly.
“You have no idea,” she whispered into his ear.
In a moment he had spun them around and had her pressed tight against the wall. He was kissing her fiercely, searching out her tongue with his own and finding it, dancing with it, sucking on her neck and then over her closed breath. She moaned as softly as she could manage as one of her legs traveled up his calf. With one hand she pumped him slowly and with the other she weaved through his hair, tousling it horribly, and then digging her nails into his scalp.
“Damn it, Blair,” he murmured, breathing hotly against her neck. “We can’t do this out in the open.”
She pulled his head back roughly and then roughly gave him a passionate, smoldering kiss, wetting his appetite for so much more. When she finally released him his head reared back and he looked at her with the most flaming, desirous eyes she’d ever seen on him. The fact that they were all because of her made her feel even more wanted and sexy than ever before.
“Now who’s hesitant?” she taunted.
“Tell me you want me,” he grunted in a lowered voice.
With lidded eyes she leaned forward, elongated her tongue to trace the curves of his lips. She could feel the oxygen being sucked away from him.
“I want you,” she breathed, and suddenly his hands were around her waist and he was lifting her up and carrying her across the short side corridor, flinging open the janitor’s closet and tossing her inside as he turned to close and lock the door.
“The janitor’s closet? Really?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
He stalked towards her. “How wet are you?” he asked, shoving his hand into her panties even as he asked the question. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
Her breathing shifted to little short breaths as he moved his fingers over her clit, sensations taking over when his slid his fingers further down into her opening and started to pump her torturously slowly.
“Chuck,” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders.
“And you’re not going to laugh,” he muttered roughly against her.
She shook her head rapidly. “No,” she said, gasping again as he lifted her once more and found an empty shelf to place her on with luckily no shelves above it. Once she had adjusted to the feel of cold metal beneath her, he tossed his jacket off, quickly untied his tie and threw it with it to the side and started unzipping his pants.
“Hurry,” she urged, curling her legs around his again since he was close enough to reach.
He was breathing heavily. “Going as fast as I can, Waldorf.” And his pants were down and his condom was on and he had pushed her legs wider apart to fit himself between them.
Before he took the plunge, he paused and looked at her, went almost lightheaded at the fiery lust he saw in her eyes. He gripped her thighs tightly, pulled her a little closer roughly so that she was almost hanging off the edge of the shelf and had to dig her nails into his skin again, into his shoulders now. He stifled a yelp and thrust into her fast as he covered her mouth with his own.
She moaned and just as quickly as he’d plunged into her, he pulled out, causing another gasp from her. She cried out his name in surprise, but he muffled any further exclamations with another scorching kiss as he thrust again, this time not coming out all the way but quickly speeding up his pace till she had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and was clawing at his back.
“Faster, Chuck, faster,” she panted, coming closer by the second.
Less than five minutes later he had to cover her mouth again to stifle her scream. He came soon after and then pulled back, almost completely pulling out, but she wouldn’t let go and pulled him closer again, groaning when it brought his full length into her again.
But she kissed him, his lips, his jaw, down his neck, she nibbled. Across his collarbone beneath his shirt that she told herself she would demand he take off all the way next time instead of just letting it hang open with undone buttons.
When her lips grew tired she brought her head back up and pressed her forehead against his gently as they both regained their breath. It was quiet and intimate and neither said anything until they’d fully recovered.
When he pulled all the way out this time, she let him. He held out his hand to help her down she almost fell because her legs felt like jelly and she was still wearing her heels.
“You okay?” he asked gently, catching her when her knees went out.
She nodded as he helped her stand steady and waited until she could move without wobbling.
When his clothes were nearly set to right, she tied his tie and straightened his jacket. Then she fiddled with his hair until it looked nearly as perfect as it had before she’d pulled him down the hall. Then she smiled and he smirked at her, at her little antics and how insistent she was about always needing to fix him up.
“You think you can make it down the hall without looking awkward?” he asked, teasing.
She cocked an eyebrow at him and then moved past to the door. She stopped just before opening it and looked back at him.
“Depends how long it takes me to get hot and bothered again.”
He raised his eyebrows but his breath was taken again.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stepped out into the hall just as the bell rang, signaling the end of the sex talk, which truly was useless against their own personal experience. Time would have been wasted in that large auditorium, whereas in the janitor’s closet all that good knowledge was put to proper use.
And was quite enjoyable.
Trying to think on other things to avoid getting a boner immediately after sex just watching her hips sway ahead of him, he strode out into the hall after waiting a bit to avoid suspicion and made a mental note to have Arthur speed to the Waldorf’s as soon as the final bell rang. The woman intoxicated him and there was no way he would wait longer than necessary after this experience.
Technically the sex talk was still part of their health class, but apparently the school was well known for giving the best one around. Of course by the time most of the students were in their junior year they were already well informed on the ins and outs of sexual intercourse. Thus, they dozed off or skipped, or made out in the back of the room, no matter how much the staff tried to prevent such things. The only really valuable part of the whole thing that students actually sat up and took notice for was how to avoid pregnancy. While important, it probably would have been more important to take notes on all the diseases that could possibly be contracted and their long and short-term effects.
As previously mentioned though, they weren’t. The only thing students seemed to care about in high school regarding sex was making sure babies could be avoided at all costs. It was a scandal to be a pregnant teen, whether you eventually opted to abort or not.
On a normal occasion, Blair would be diligently taking notes, no matter the topic. If she’d been with Nate still – and the whole Serena thing hadn’t happened – she probably would have been paying extra close attention, making sure she had all the knowledge for when she finally bestowed him with her special gift.
Well, that dream was shot to hell when she threw her virginity in Chuck Bass’s face without a moment’s notice.
Not that she really minded at this point. In fact, despite the initial horror it caused her the morning after, the last few weeks had left her feeling pretty invigorated. His calls, his texts, their sneaking around…it was exciting, contagious, and to be quite honest, it wasn’t just the thrill of a secret affair that had her glowing and almost never in a bad mood. She was getting addicted to him.
His lewd flattery before they’d hooked up, when she’d been Nate’s still – thank god that was over, she’d openly detested but secretly loved. Now she was able to freely appreciate when they were together and he took that as an invitation every time. Despite being quite new to sexual activities, she found herself either feeling completely safe in his arms or actually that she was making some serious progress with all the practice they were doing. Often both.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy, or this confident, but actions spoke louder than words in this particular scenario. She couldn’t tell Chuck he was getting to her and that her moments with him during the day – and often longer moments during the weekends – were the best ones she was having lately. But she had a feeling he already knew.
She wasn’t very good at hiding the smiles on her face or that little skip in her step whenever they walked towards each other – in secret naturally. She had to pretend all was normal and nothing had changed out in the open. But they shared knowing looks, looks that gave her delicious shivers and heated the blood in her veins.
And that was what brought she, Blair Cornelia Waldorf, prim, proper, and the up and coming society princess, suddenly aware that her panties were now damp.
Her eyes widened at the realization and she crossed and uncrossed her legs. That only worsened the situation. Moving against herself in that simple act got her hornier than ever and all she could think about was if Chuck had been doing the touching and not unintentionally herself.
The speaker was starting to get to the gruesome details that had some of the girls blushing and other wrinkling their noses, but all Blair was aware of was the sensations she was feeling and that in addition to her panties moistening further, her nipples had started to harden.
She crossed her arms across her chest, trying to make it less obvious, but it only caused a speculative glance from one of the teachers standing against the wall and Serena, and a minion or two. She ignored the teacher and cast a dirty look at the other two, to which Serena was clearly confused by, so Blair gave up.
She slowly rose from her seat a little and then turned back, half expecting there to be a puddle where she had been sitting. There was none. Thankfully. Once she’d gotten out of the pew, which also thankfully hadn’t been all that difficult since she’d been sitting near the end, she walked as quietly and unnoticeably fast as she could manage.
Once just outside the auditorium she breathed a sigh of relief and reached into her purse for her phone. All students had been forced to turn off their mobile devices, but she knew Chuck was never one to listen, and even though she’d been hesitant at them being seen together intimately, in any form whatsoever, she simply could not wait until the end of the day plus a few hours when he could end up in her bedroom with her.
However, just as she’d sent the text, she heard a distinct buzzing noise. She turned and looked to her left and saw him leaning against the wall, smirking as he read her text.
“Chuck?” she whispered.
He lifted his gaze to turn and look at her.
“Did you ditch?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“You need me now, huh?” he asked cockily.
She stopped in front of him and swallowed.
“It is quite possible if I don’t get some within the next thirty seconds I will come all on my own,” she said very seriously.
His eyes widened as his smirk curved into an open grin, almost gaping, but before he could say anything, she’d grabbed his tie and was pulling him down the hallway until they’d turned the corner and were covered in shadow near the janitor’s closet.
“My, my, aren’t we impatient today…”
“Not now, Bass,” she said, starting to undo his belt.
“I thought you were too scared we might get caught at school,” he said slyly, grazing his hand along the curves of her face and then drifting lower, cupping one breast. His eyes widened and he lost his breath when his thumb moved over her nipple and found it hard as a rock. “You are ready…”
She shoved her hand into his pants and gripped his dick tightly. He groaned loudly.
“You have no idea,” she whispered into his ear.
In a moment he had spun them around and had her pressed tight against the wall. He was kissing her fiercely, searching out her tongue with his own and finding it, dancing with it, sucking on her neck and then over her closed breath. She moaned as softly as she could manage as one of her legs traveled up his calf. With one hand she pumped him slowly and with the other she weaved through his hair, tousling it horribly, and then digging her nails into his scalp.
“Damn it, Blair,” he murmured, breathing hotly against her neck. “We can’t do this out in the open.”
She pulled his head back roughly and then roughly gave him a passionate, smoldering kiss, wetting his appetite for so much more. When she finally released him his head reared back and he looked at her with the most flaming, desirous eyes she’d ever seen on him. The fact that they were all because of her made her feel even more wanted and sexy than ever before.
“Now who’s hesitant?” she taunted.
“Tell me you want me,” he grunted in a lowered voice.
With lidded eyes she leaned forward, elongated her tongue to trace the curves of his lips. She could feel the oxygen being sucked away from him.
“I want you,” she breathed, and suddenly his hands were around her waist and he was lifting her up and carrying her across the short side corridor, flinging open the janitor’s closet and tossing her inside as he turned to close and lock the door.
“The janitor’s closet? Really?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
He stalked towards her. “How wet are you?” he asked, shoving his hand into her panties even as he asked the question. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
Her breathing shifted to little short breaths as he moved his fingers over her clit, sensations taking over when his slid his fingers further down into her opening and started to pump her torturously slowly.
“Chuck,” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders.
“And you’re not going to laugh,” he muttered roughly against her.
She shook her head rapidly. “No,” she said, gasping again as he lifted her once more and found an empty shelf to place her on with luckily no shelves above it. Once she had adjusted to the feel of cold metal beneath her, he tossed his jacket off, quickly untied his tie and threw it with it to the side and started unzipping his pants.
“Hurry,” she urged, curling her legs around his again since he was close enough to reach.
He was breathing heavily. “Going as fast as I can, Waldorf.” And his pants were down and his condom was on and he had pushed her legs wider apart to fit himself between them.
Before he took the plunge, he paused and looked at her, went almost lightheaded at the fiery lust he saw in her eyes. He gripped her thighs tightly, pulled her a little closer roughly so that she was almost hanging off the edge of the shelf and had to dig her nails into his skin again, into his shoulders now. He stifled a yelp and thrust into her fast as he covered her mouth with his own.
She moaned and just as quickly as he’d plunged into her, he pulled out, causing another gasp from her. She cried out his name in surprise, but he muffled any further exclamations with another scorching kiss as he thrust again, this time not coming out all the way but quickly speeding up his pace till she had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and was clawing at his back.
“Faster, Chuck, faster,” she panted, coming closer by the second.
Less than five minutes later he had to cover her mouth again to stifle her scream. He came soon after and then pulled back, almost completely pulling out, but she wouldn’t let go and pulled him closer again, groaning when it brought his full length into her again.
But she kissed him, his lips, his jaw, down his neck, she nibbled. Across his collarbone beneath his shirt that she told herself she would demand he take off all the way next time instead of just letting it hang open with undone buttons.
When her lips grew tired she brought her head back up and pressed her forehead against his gently as they both regained their breath. It was quiet and intimate and neither said anything until they’d fully recovered.
When he pulled all the way out this time, she let him. He held out his hand to help her down she almost fell because her legs felt like jelly and she was still wearing her heels.
“You okay?” he asked gently, catching her when her knees went out.
She nodded as he helped her stand steady and waited until she could move without wobbling.
When his clothes were nearly set to right, she tied his tie and straightened his jacket. Then she fiddled with his hair until it looked nearly as perfect as it had before she’d pulled him down the hall. Then she smiled and he smirked at her, at her little antics and how insistent she was about always needing to fix him up.
“You think you can make it down the hall without looking awkward?” he asked, teasing.
She cocked an eyebrow at him and then moved past to the door. She stopped just before opening it and looked back at him.
“Depends how long it takes me to get hot and bothered again.”
He raised his eyebrows but his breath was taken again.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stepped out into the hall just as the bell rang, signaling the end of the sex talk, which truly was useless against their own personal experience. Time would have been wasted in that large auditorium, whereas in the janitor’s closet all that good knowledge was put to proper use.
And was quite enjoyable.
Trying to think on other things to avoid getting a boner immediately after sex just watching her hips sway ahead of him, he strode out into the hall after waiting a bit to avoid suspicion and made a mental note to have Arthur speed to the Waldorf’s as soon as the final bell rang. The woman intoxicated him and there was no way he would wait longer than necessary after this experience.