The King of the School

On a regular Monday morning at 8:55 am, Michael walked into his classroom with all the confidence and power in the world. Michael, who was in the twelfth grade, was his school's student council president and its most popular male. As Michael observed the students in his classroom, he noticed that none of them had the confidence to make eye contact with him. Instead, they bowed their heads to him. He enjoyed the dominance he possessed over his other students.

Michael smiled as the beautiful blonde girl sitting on the desk next to his shyly walked up to greet him. This incredibly attractive girl was Mary, Michael's own girlfriend. As she quietly walked up to him, he gazed at her beautiful skin; her large, firm breasts; her swaying hips; and the incredible slenderness of her legs and waist.

She reached where he was standing, and leaned up to press her lips against his in a soft kiss, being forced to stand on her toes because of how tall Michael was. Mary had the most beautiful face Michael had ever seen. It had no imperfections.

"I've missed you so much, Michael," Mary whispered. "I need to feel you with me at night."

Michael laughed, "I saw you yesterday, you can't have missed me that much."

He placed his strong hands on the curve of her back, pulling her petite body tight against him as the other boys in the class looked on in envy.

"Please, can you come to visit me tonight," Mary replied, tracing her hands over his large chest and arm muscles.

But, before Michael could respond to her enticing offer their teacher, Mr Scott, walked into the classroom and told everyone to sit down and be quiet. That lesson their teacher gave back the results from the maths exam last week. "Michael, an exceptional result as always," the teacher announced so that the whole class could hear. "You've outdone yourself again, 98%."

Michael thanked the teacher as his classmates burst into chatter about Michael's seemingly impossible result. Mary was sitting next to him wide-eyed in astonishment.

However, Michael saw things differently. 98% was good, but Michael couldn't help but feel annoyed that he hadn't gotten 100%. He certainly was a perfectionist – and that was why he always succeeded.

***

That lunchtime, Michael strode through the corridors of his high school like a king walking through his palace. All the students he encountered nodded politely to him as he walked amongst them.

Michael achieved this level of authority amongst the other students not just through his role as the student council president. It was also his physical presence that earned him the respect of the other students. He was 6'2", with impressive muscular power, visible in his toned abs, wide shoulders and bulging biceps.

While walking towards his usual destination for eating lunch at the school dining hall, he noticed a commotion in one of the classrooms. Michael rushed over to see what was happening.

In the room, two tough-looking 10th graders were cornering a small 9th grader with nobody else present. None of them noticed Michael creeping up behind them.

"Wait," cried the 9th grader. "I didn't do it, I swear I didn't!"

"Don't lie to us," threatened the bigger 10th grader, kicking the 9th grader in the stomach. The 9th grader collapsed onto the ground groaning in pain. The smaller 10th grader began speaking as his companion pulled out a curved, golden knife. "Our boss told us to make an example out of you. He said giving you a scar would be a good way to remind the other dealers not to screw the business over."

What business could they possibly be talking about? Michael wondered as he crept closer and closer to the violent students.

The bigger 10th grader placed the knife against the inside of the 9th grader's mouth. I need to step in now before things get bloody, Michael realised. He spoke loudly to attract their attention: "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Oh shit," cried out the smaller 10th grader. "The student council president."

Suddenly, Michael charged at them. The smaller 10th grader tried to throw a punch at him, but Michael easily caught the fist as it flew towards his face. He twisted the 10th grader's arm throwing him onto the ground with ease while slamming his head into the carpet with enough force to knock him out.

Right then, the other 10th grader jumped off the ground and ran towards Michael wildly swinging his knife. Michael quickly sidestepped around him, before swinging his leg up to kick the 10th grader hard in the head. The 10th hit the ground with a thud, also unconscious.

Michael ran over to where the 9th grader was lying, it seemed he'd passed out from the beating the 10th graders had given him. He headed off to find the school nurse, who was in charge of taking care of injured students.

From what he'd heard of their conversation, it almost sounded like the students he'd fought were part of a crime business. This whole incident seemed like a mystery the student council would be forced to deal with. More work. Michael sighed, although, he had enjoyed using his fighting abilities again.

***

That night, Michael lay awake in his private apartment when he received a text from Mary, which read, "Can you please come over? I have to see you."

Michael decided he ought to pay Mary a visit. Mary lived close by Michael, so it only took him a few minutes to jog to Mary's own apartment, through the cold, dark streets.

She opened the door almost instantly when Michael knocked. Her eyes glowed in the darkness. The chandelier in the hallway behind her created a halo around her silky hair.

The two of them stood silently facing each other in the doorway, looking intently into each other's eyes. He needed her. Needed to be with her. Needed to feel her against him. Mary looked down shyly. She swallowed. Finally, she began to speak.

"Michael…" she whispered. That was all he had to hear. He pushed forward pulling her into his arms and skillfully swinging the door shut behind him. He pressed his lips against hers as their mouths began to dance together in automatic unison. Michael needed more.

He carried Mary all the way into her bedroom where he gently lowered her onto the softly cushioned bed. He lowered himself over her, moving his mouth against hers as their tongues became intertwined in a powerful kiss. The heat and energy passed between sent a feeling of electricity all over both their bodies.

Mary finally collapsed after what seemed like an eternity, all strength sucked from her body by his powerful kiss. He ran his hands up her thighs as he slowly lifted up her nightgown.

"Michael, wait…" she protested feebly as he unveiled her angelic body. But he couldn't wait. He had to have her immediately.

Michael's breath was once again taken away as he gazed down at her naked body. He reached down and gently rubbed her small nipple between his fingers with one hand as his other hand reached down between her legs. Mary's face flushed red at his touch and she moaned in ecstasy.

"No, Michael," she whispered in-between moans. "We shouldn't."

But Michael barely heard a word she said. He tore his own shirt off in a frenzy, before dragging his pants and underwear off too. He leant forward, over her, as he pressed his hardness against the soft, warm area between her legs.

He pressed his lips against hers once more, as he prepared to finally enter her.

"I love you," gasped Mary in pleasure. "I love you, Michael!"

But just as Michael prepared to push himself into her sex and bring the two of them together as one, a loud banging came at the apartment's front door.

"This is the police. Open the door!"