Valentine's Day. The stupidest holiday I've ever heard of.

It doesn't feel any different. It was just another day. I knew people were going to make a big deal out of it and I was gonna end up walking around with balloons by the end of the day.

Although I didn't have many friends, I was "popular." The only reason I was popular was because I had good grades, so everyone wanted to cheat off me, I was rich, and Chloe was popular (and by association that made me popular as well). People felt the need to be liked by me, but I just didn't care. So, since sixth grade, I got a lot of gifts for Valentine's Day. Chloe and I had to split up to collect all of our gifts and we would always clear out our lockers the day before to make space for all of them. But what I hated most of all were those stupid balloons.

Why the hell would I want to carry balloons around all day? And there's nothing special about them unless they were for decoration. I usually ended up popping most of them or giving them to teachers. People that carried balloons around the school on Valentine's Day or their birthday did it for attention. And attention was not something I wanted.

There was a knock on my door. "Come in," I said sitting up on my bed.

Chloe and my mom came in with a tray of strawberry cupcakes with hearts on them. "Happy Valentine's Day ladies," my mom said, handing both of us a cupcake. She put candles in each of them and lit them. "Make a wish."

"Isn't that for your birthday," Chloe asked.

"It doesn't have to only be for that."

Chloe shrugged and blew out the candle. I closed my eyes. I wish... I wish to find love, in whatever form it may come in. I blew out the candle.

"How does it feel to be so loved today," Chloe teased.

"The same as always." I stood up and gave them both hugs. "Thanks for the cupcakes mom. I'm gonna get ready."

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So far, I've popped four balloons and given away six. The saddest part was that I still had five left. Me and Chloe skipped lunch because I got so many cupcakes and candy that we just ate those instead of real food. I was starting to feel sick so I gave some of them to my teachers.

We were currently heading to Mr. Hudson's classroom to drop off some of my stuff since he was our last class of the day. We knocked on the door and he opened it a couple of seconds later.

"My two favorite students," he smiled at me but I don't think Chloe noticed.

"I don't think you're supposed to tell us that." Chloe walked across the room and dropped some bags.

"Wow! This is a lot of stuff."

"Yep," I rolled my eyes.

When Chloe's back was turned, Mr. Hudson leaned down to whisper in my ear," If you keep rolling your eyes, I'll give you a reason to roll your eyes." He tugged at my ponytail.

I bit my lip and a blush crept up to my cheeks. "Um...," I cleared my throat. "Do you want a cupcake? We have too many." I couldn't wipe the childish smile off my face.

"Sure," he smiled and sat back down at his desk.

"What flavor?"

"Chocolate!"

"Great choice!" I rested a cupcake on his desk.

"Maybe you could give one to your wife since we have so many." Chloe plopped another chocolate cupcake on the desk.

"Actually, she hates chocolate."

Chloe and I gasped at the same time. "Is she tasteless," Chloe scoffed.

"Or a disgusting human being," I muttered so only Mr. Hudson could hear.

"Tell me about it," he winked. I placed a vanilla cupcake on the desk.

"Want a balloon?" Chloe asked.

"For what?"

"Just to have it."

"That's pointless."

"Exactly," I let out a sigh. "A balloon is not a gift. Do you have a pen?" He handed me a pen out of his drawer and I popped the rest of the balloons and then threw them out.

"Do you mind if we leave these bags here, Mr. Hudson?" Chloe asked.

"Go ahead."

"Thanks."

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The bell rang and it was finally time to go home.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the trip, lover," Chloe said, making me giggle. She kissed my cheek and walked out of the room.

"Do you want something to eat?" I asked Mr. Hudson.

"Yeah, I'm starving."

"Great, because I can't carry all of this stuff to my car, and most of it is food."

"No. I'm not hungry for that."

"What?" I looked up at him and he was staring at me as if he hadn't eaten for weeks and I was his first sight of food.

"I haven't given you your Valentine's Day gift yet."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Come over here and find out." I slowly walked over to his desk and he lifted me to sit on top of it. "You know, they say Valentine's sex is the best gift."

"I wouldn't know. I've never tried it."

"There's a first time for everything." He pulled my underwear to the side from under my skirt. He touched my heat that was pooled with wetness. "You are soaking. Have you been waiting for me to touch you again?"

I nodded my head. "I've missed your touch."

He slipped a finger inside of me and curved it, pushing it in and out of me. I let out a moan. "Just say the word and you'll never have to miss it again," he whispered.

"I can't wait."

"For?"

"Please get inside of me," I whimpered. I rested a hand on his shoulder as he moved his fingers in and out of me.

"Beg me," he whispered.

"You're really gonna make me beg on my Valentine's Day?"

"Yes, now beg."

"Please put your dick inside of me," I said sarcastically.

"I think you can do better than that. I've heard you do better than that."

I rested a hand on his hardness. "Mr. Hudson," I said seductively. "Please stuff me with your cock. Make me cum so hard that I scream and fuck me so hard that I'm sore tomorrow. Better?"

"Much," he smirked. He began unbuckling his pants and I stood up to take off my underwear completely and lifted my skirt. By the time I was done, he had his pants off and a condom on. "You ready?"

I nodded. "Always."

I sat back down on the desk and he spread my legs open. He shoved himself into me and I voiced an ecstatic cry. "Fuck!"

He started grinding his hips into mine, but I craved something rougher. "Fuck me harder," I whispered.

"You sure?"

"Do it," I pleaded. He quickly increased his speed and aggressiveness. The whole desk was moving along with us.

I wrapped my arm around his neck and pressed our lips together. "Yes," I moaned against his mouth. I threw my head back and grabbed his wrist from the hand that was holding onto my waist. He thrust into me even harder and I squealed.

"You okay," he asked.

"Don't stop." I met his eyes. He was right, eye contact was hot.

He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me roughly. "Fuck, you feel so good." He pulled out of me. "Bend over."

I hopped off of the desk, turned around, and leaned over it. He lifted one of my legs onto the desk and inserted himself back inside of me. He pounded inside of me even harder than before. I was breathless from the pleasure. I slammed my hand onto the table. "I'm gonna cum."

He kissed the back of my neck and slipped a hand under my shirt, grabbing one of my breasts and squeezing. I placed a hand on top of his. I could feel myself tighten around him as I met a satisfying release.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," I said, trying to get a hold of my breathing.

He pulled out of me and moved his back to the desk, while I faced him and got on my knees. He took off his condom and smirked down at me. I put his length in my mouth and started bobbing up and down and swirling my tongue around him. He groaned in pleasure until I felt his load shoot down my throat. I didn't take him out of my mouth yet. I wanted him to feel what I felt whenever he made me cum and wouldn't pull away.

"Fuck," he growled. He grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Shit." He leaned back on the desk. "Okay! Okay! I get the point," he groaned.

I took him out of my mouth and swallowed his cum. I stood back up and we both smiled at each other. I pulled my skirt back in place and put my panties back on while he pulled his pants back up.

When we were done, he pulled me in by my waist and kissed me. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. He kissed me as if it were glowing to be the last time. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he pulled me in even closer if that were possible. I moaned against his lips. He finally parted our lips and rested his forehead against mine.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

"Thank you."

He let go of me. "Feeling kinky today, are you?"

"It was just another learning experience," I shrugged. "It was a good one at that." I walked over to the birthday gifts in the corner of the room. "You seriously need to take some of this food though. I can't take it all home."

"Oh, um...," he hesitated.

"What?"

"I don't know if this is weird but, I got you an actual present."

"You did?" He nodded and scratched the back of his neck. "Do you get all of your student's gifts?"

"Just my favorite. And only this year."

"What is it then?" He reached into his drawer and pulled out a medium-sized bag. "Do you want me to open it now?"

"No. Just wait 'til you get home."

I nodded. "Well, thank you in advance. I appreciate it," I smiled. It was genuinely sweet. A guy had never gotten me a gift before. Well, at least not a guy that counted.