Top Quality Time

Okay, new story, and for once, a one-shot. I've grown impatiant with myself and decided that longer stories are actually a pain to write sometimes, so this time I didn't. If enough request it, I think maybe I'll write up another chapter or two, mayeb if I'll bother.

Okay, so this story is a futa on guy (no penetration of the guys ass, so if you're looking for that I have to dissappoint ya)

Another unusual thing to the story, aside from it being a one-shot is that I for once wrote form the girl's (futa's) perspective. I have to admit it was a bit challanging, but fun and I think I managed to catch the atmosphere and feeling pretty well if I do say so myself.

A warning though is that the introduction and the build up is a bit long, but I'm pretty proud of how I managed to short it down so that it'll be less to read before the actual sex, so please don't whine about that.

Another note is that the story probably contains a a dozen typos, but hey, let's face it, even proffessional writers get typos, even on print (I know of a few actually ;P )

Either way, just read and let me know what you think.

Have a nice fap.

By the way, if anyone can come up with a better title, do let me know. I'm not really sure if it suits the story that well XP

Top Quality Time

“Time, time, you are so slow.” It was around that thought, the brain of Natalie Jones centered about. An extra lesson of history class wasn’t exactly her choice of place to spend her valuable time of youth, though her valuable time of youth would probably have been wasted on nothing anyway seeing as she had nothing better to do until four o’clock.

She sighed deeply and looked about; most of the students were sleeping, some were trying in vain to follow the class, but most were just sitting talking low to each other about everything and nothing.

She put her head down on the table and closed her eyes but opened them again immediately. She had gotten those mental images from those certain actions and happenings again.

It was annoying, but exciting all the same. Still, there was little time left to do anything most would call indecent. She’d masturbate in class given time and bother to it, especially considering that since there were only empty seats behind her and the front of the desk had a panel in front of it, meant that no one, especially not her uptight, grey-haired teacher, would notice anything that shouldn’t be there.

Then again, had she had time, it would be pretty messy seeing as she didn’t have neither napkins nor tissues at hand, something she had been a bit bitter for.

She turned her head to the left and the guy who sat next to her, some dude with slightly long, black hair and square glasses, was only noting in his notebook. Natalie had no idea how anyone could actually pay attention in this exceptionally boring class, but mentally praised him for it.

The praise however, was rep