For as long as I can remember, Annabeth Chase has been perfect. She always got a sticker in kindergarten for good behavior and got to go to the treat box in grade school. She's got perfect grades, perfect curls, perfect clothes, perfect Annabeth. There were some imperfections, like her home life, but no one cares about it that much. Now a days, half of the kids you meet have divorced parents and step parents all over. She's perfect.

I, on the other hand, am not. I've got ADHD and dyslexia. The words jumble horribly, to the point of giving up. My doctor says it's one of the worst cases he's ever seen. My high school teschews didn't really care that much, just give me Fs and Ds. I couldn't scramble to money together to get my permit when I was fifteen, so I didn't start learning to drive until seventeen. Before that, I just skateboarded all over New York. They called me Percy Jackson, school slacker. Every once in a while, I'd forget to get a hair cut and my hair would be excessively shaggy.

Before Annabeth was perfect, when she was just normal, we were best friends. One we hit middle school, however, we started to drift apart, falling into our current positions. She was smart so she got honors classes. I barely made it by with a D, so I got regulars and remedial classes. Annabeth was perfect. I was not.

But I guess it wasn't that simple.

The first time I saw Annabeth Chase outside of school was on a weekend in September, during my sophomore year. I'd just gotten a job at an ice cream shop not far from my home, was working when it happened. Before I could work on scooping and serving the soft served goodness, I was behind the register. It wasn't an entirely popular place, barely keeping up with their bills seeing as it was family owned in the giant city of New York. So when I saw perfect Annabeth walk in, her hair in a perfect bun, heels clicking against the tile, I was kinda shocked. My coworker, Maya, served her what could only be called a lesser Oreo blizzard (like the Dairy Queen stuff), before she walked over.

"Hi Percy, I didn't know you worked here," Annabeth said.

I feel like my eyes were wide open. Perfect Annabeth knew my name, and smiled at me. I would've thought she'd have forgotten about me at that time. "H..hi! Hello, Annabeth," I stammered out. She laughed that perfect laugh of hers. Several slightly uncomfortable moments later, I realized I was working. I rang her up, reciting her total. She pair with a credit card before heading to the door, giving me a small wave before leaving.

"Your girlfriend is hot," Maya stated.

I felt like I choked on the nonexistent food. "What! Annabeth Chase? That tall blonde that just walked in?" Maya nodded, as if I were stupid.

"Maya, Annabeth Chase is not my girlfriend. We've been in the same class since kindergarten and that was the longest conversation we've ever have." I stated.

"With the way she checked you out?" Maya tisked, shaking her head.

"She did not check me out," I stated.

"She totally did," Maya stated. "She went like—" Maya backed away, making a show to bat her eyelashes before slowly looking me up and down and biting her lip seductively.

"Okay so she might've down that," I said. "Means nothing though. Did you see her?"

"Yeah, either she lives around here or she really wanted to see you." Maya stated. I groaned, turning back to the register.

We had little run-ins every so often after that, but I never saw anything questionable. The night things changed was a party, during our senior year. It was a party after the sports banquet in late May, mainly for all the seniors on any sports teams with several sluts and other popular kids included. Jason Grace, captain of football team and probably the richest kid in school was hosting at his Dad's massive mansion just outside of the city.

Being the classy person I am, I wore a pair of gym shorts with a tee shirt to this lovely get together. Graduation was just about a week away, so I knew not to do anything risky.

At this party, it was the most teenage, frisky party I've ever been too. Short skirts and shorts, tight tanks. Most girls were dressed excessively slutty, and Annabeth Chase was no exception. When I saw her on the deck, talking with some friends with a red plastic cup in her hands, my jaw dropped. Sure, she usually wore skirts and dresses, but this was something new. Her skirt barely covered her supple ass, with her boobs confined in a tight tube top. No, she wasn't wearing dorm stilettos or something. Perfect Annabeth put on a pair of old converse.

When I was in the kitchen, slowly drinking a can of soda, Annabeth came back inside, opening the fridge next to me. "Hey Percy," she called over the loud music. She closed the fridge, popping open the tab of a Coca Cola.

"Annabeth," I stated. "Thought you be downing a beer."

"Hell to the no," she stated. "I need to drive home tonight. If I get pulled over and a ticket, then my acceptances get revoked and I have to go to community college."

"Then why'd you come in the first place?"

"Last party," Annabeth said with a shrug. She picked up a plastic cup, turning it around and running it under the sink before pouring her soda inside. I guess she wasn't expecting it to come so fast or whatever, because nearly half spilled onto the counter and on her legs.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, jumping back. It was odd hearing perfect Annabeth curse. She put the cup and can down, quickly grabbing a napkin and bending over, cleaning up her legs.

Fuck, I thought. She wasn't wearing underwear.

Her entire ass and pussy were on display, just to me. You see, because there was a closed door that led into the rest of the house, then on an adjacent wall there was the fridge with the sink opposite of the entrance door. On the fourth wall was the door that led to the backyard, onto the deck. I could feel my cock get hard, pushing against the front of my shorts as my eyes looked up her body, from her tan legs to her round ass, those slightly puffy, pink pussy lips that glistened with her girl juice. Fucking hell, she was wet!

She straightened up, tossing the soaked napkins into the trash can and causing her skirt to 'cover' her ass. Annabeth turned back around, a sheepish smile on her face. I quickly leaned down, hiding my erection behind the chair in front of me. She noticed my startled expression, seeing as I was still recovering from seeing her pussy on display.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I said way to quickly.

Perfect—I mean Annabeth looked at me suspiciously, her eyes searching for an answer. Before she could ask a question, the lovely (note: sarcasm) sound of sirens. In the main room, someone shouted that the cops where here. As the back door and people began to rush in, I grabbed Annabeth, dragging her behind me. I ducked into the nearest door, pushing Annabeth in before closing the door tightly. I took a step back, running into Annabeth and hearing her squeak slightly. Craning my neck, I looked and saw that the closet was overflowing with boxes of all shapes and sizes, each falling off or overflowed with junk.

"Come on, we need to hide," I whispered.

It was difficult to get past her, but I managed, climbing over the tower of boxes. It was a rather small closet, so I ended up pressed against the back wall. Annabeth came stumbling over the boxes. She put her foot down on a wobbly box, already lifting to other one as the box tipped over. She let out a small shriek as she fell toward me. Instinctively, I reached out to stop her fall. As fate would have it, her ass dipped past my hands, which managed to stop her fall so I was holding her legs at the knee. Through the crack in the door, several feet away from where we were, a flashlight filled the room. The doorhandle turned before the door opened.

Lckily, we were hidden behind the stacks of boxes, but I was still holding my breath. Someone at the door grunted, their flashlight panning over the boxes three times before they left, sitting the closet and mumbling to themselves. Sadly, things didn't get any less tense. Remember several paragraphs ago, when we stumbled into the back? Well, unbeknownst to me, in our haste to hide, my erect cock had sprung free from my shorts. You see the problem? Lets look at the facts.

My cock is out of my shorts.

It is hard.

Annabeth had fallen on me.

Imwas barelt holding her up with her legs bent.

Her ass is very leveled with my cock.

When the initial fear of being arrested had washed over, I guess neither of us noticed. However, once the door closed, after a count of five, Annabeth let out a breath, her body relaxing. It was like slow motion, all though there was nothing I could do to stop it. My cockhead pushed against her opening, her wet snatch nearly pulling me in. Luckily that's not how life worked, and my cock moved bast her opening, rubbing through her labia and against her clit. Annabeth groaned, her head falling back against my shoulder.

"Fuck," she muttered breathlessly.

"W-what should I do?" I stuttered out.

"Just–just help me stay up," she whispered. "Hopefully we can get out of here soon." Her logic conflicted with the way she 'subtly' rubbed her thighs around my shaft. "And don't you fucking dare move your dick."

"With the way you were flashing your pussy earlier?" I teased, raising an eyebrow even though she couldn't see.

"I was—it was—teasing Percy," Annabeth stammered. "You're not supposed to reach. You never do."

"What?"

"C'mon Percy," Annabeth said, exasperated. I could feel her ass move ever so slightly, rubbing my cock against her pussy. "Everyone knows your hot. Your just too humble to notice all the girls checking you out. It's bad enough you dated that freak, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. But you even fucked her, even though she knew that I called your virginity. The bitch."

"You called my virginity? What the fuck?" Our conversation probably sounded silly since we were whispering.

"Oh, that's what you focus on? Well if you must know, like the day we found out you were a virgin—"

"We?" I asked in a panicked tone.

"The girls in my gym class last year," she cleared up. "Anyway, I literally called dibs on getting your first fuck. Most memorable fuck, very important. And that bitch, who clearly knew about me wanting to fuck you, went and fucked you, multiple times. Even let her stupid art friends fuck you."

"To be fair, I let them fuck me, not the other way around." I stated.

"Just shut up!" Annabeth shouted, much louder then anticipated. Both her hand and my own shot up to cover her mouth, and we wait.

People are now outside of the closet. There were at least three different people, looking for the source of that noice. It had been close to fifteen minutes and sounds of the people outside weren't fading away. The longer we waited the less we held back from each other. The occasional twitch of my hips gave way to gentle rocking and Annabeth no longer avoided squeezing her legs together, absentmindedly timing it with the moment my cock brushed her clit. Neither of us acknowledged what was happening, instead we stared out through the narrow crack in the closet door, waiting, wondering—though no longer caring—if they'd ever leave.

Annabeth had moved my hand—the one that was covering her mouth—down slowly, passing over the soft skin of her neck and onto her supple chest. Pretty sure she'd pulled her top down so her boobs were set free (or maybe they came out on accident). I groped her right boob, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. I could hear Annabeth muffle a groan, her hand probably still covering her mouth. "Fuck, Percy," she muttered. "I can't do this. I have to...just let me."

And as it registered what she was saying she gave one final push with her legs, lifting herself from me fully, her back pushing against my chest and sliding my aching cock from between her legs, sending it slapping against my belly. She swiftly reaching behind her to grab my bobbing cock and pull her skirt up just enough to expose herself.

Then she relaxed.

All at once her ass rested on my lap and I felt the entirety of my cock engulfed in the slick warmth of her pussy. She bottomed out and bit her lip to hold back a scream. I was too shocked to moan, or grunt, or object. In no way was I a virgin, obviously. But this was Annabeth fucking Chase. Never in a million years did I think I'd ever get even close to her pussy. I was buried to the hilt in her tight little snatch with several police officers taking most of fellow seniors to the police station just outside of the door. I was in no way expecting getting fucked today, and especially not by Annabeth Chase. It was embarrassing, seeing as my own stupidity had gotten us here. I wanted to apologize and explain and was ready to take any verbal and physical beating that I knew I deserved. If Annabeth was anything like she was back in elementary school, she'd definitely be ready to deliver.

So, naturally, I immediately came harder than I thought was physically possible.

I never had a chance. As soon as my head hit the very deepest part of her, nestled against her cervix and the fluttering warmth of her walls fully caressed my shaft, my balls pulled up and I pumped shot after shot of cum deep in her belly.

"Oh, fuck you!...too quick!" she panted and I shot six more times in response, finally uttering a low, rolling growl for every blast.

"So much..so fucking hot." She talked like a stranger, like a nymphomaniac, not someone I had known my whole life. Least of all perfect Annabeth.

She didn't give me any time to say anything before she began to rock back and forth, working my faltering cock the best she could in our position.

"Your such a virgin," she muttered. "Never seen someone cum so fast." She rolled her hips, stirring my cock against the front wall of her pussy, cAustin got it grow back to full hardness.

"Shut up and ride my dick," I said agressively.

She snorted, her ass rolling over my cock. Barely a second later, I could feel her pulling herself up and off of my cock, before falling back with a roll of her hips. "Oh fuck," I groaned, my head falling back against the wall.

"Oh Percy...oh fuck," she moaned. "Look what you...mmm...look what you did. You couldn't just be quiet and stand there without your huge fucking cock getting hard... and rubbing... against me..."

She let out a louder moan as a series of small orgasms rippled through her, the clench and release of her pussy stirring me to thrust shallowly into her. When I pulled back, she pushed her ass down, fucking harder to get to the orgasm she insisted she fuck out of me. I groaned as she picked up the pace, a pattern of swivels and dips. This was so much more than I thought possible. I wasn't going to last long.

"Don't you dare cum again, you little pervert!" She barked, sensing my orgasm.

Her legs lifted her up and down in a steady rhythm against me and I was forced to the wall as she glided her pussy, slick with sweat, her arousal, and the enormous load I had just finished emptying inside her. Each stroke leaked more and more down my balls and onto the boxes below us.

"You've mmh had yours...and I'm going to get mine...hmm, yeahh and you're...you're just gonna deal with…"

She trailed off, her movements becoming increasingly frantic and jerky. Finally, she stiffened, her feet placed firmly on a box below her as she pulled all the way off of me. She seized as she came, speaking almost unintelligibly, working through her mumbling, profanity-laden orgasm until she crashed down on my cock. My cock was immediately surrounded by heat, though similar, felt different. Too tight. Way to tight.

Annabeth let out a pained grunt, her hips still rocking from her orgasm, but in no way ready to have me balls deep in her ass. Her tight hole got even tighter as her ass came to terms with the sudden intrusion, trying to push my large cock out of her ass. Annabeth whimpered, trying to pull up or anything. Sadly, more for her then me, the angle had been lodged firmly in her ass, her feet no longer near any boxes. More boxes had collapsed in our already cramped space, so there was no room to move.

"Fucking hell," Annabeth gasped, her voice breathless and slightly pained. "Don't move. Don't you fucking move, Perseus Jackson."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I just told you not to move, are you stupid?" Annabeth asked. She sighed, shaking her head, making her curls shake wildly. "Fuck, Percy, sorry. It hurts. It fucking hurts really bad."

"I'm sorry," I apologized. I situated my legs under her, moving my hands that were once hold her up over her body, ghosting my fingers over his boobs.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Annabeth asked.

"Evening it out. Pain versus pleasure. Etcetera." I said.

I rubbed her boobs, kneading the flesh, pinching, pulling her nipples. My lips attached to the exposed flesh of her neck, sucking, kissing softly. She moaned softly, her head rolling to the side. I could feel the clench and release of her ass as it slowly relaxed, almost welcoming me inside. She rolled her hips on my lap slightly, sweet moans leaving her mouth. I saw her arm moving and realized she was touching herself, probably rubbing her clit. The muscles in her ass began to loosen as she swirled her fingers across her clit.

I moved my hands from her boobs to her ass, squeezing her cheeks in my hands. I bit her shoulder, making her gasp loudly. "Ssh," I whispered in her ear. "Neither of us can afford to go to jail."

"Na-no," she stammered.

She kept working her clit. I felt the bizarre sensation of her finger probing her pussy, nudging my shaft through the thin membrane between them. I groaned, grabbing her by the hips and slowly withdrawing. "Oh fuck, Percy, no…too soon!" Annabeth groaned. From all the teasing I had been getting and from my previous fucking, it was all just too much. Although I had cum, I had a need that I couldn't take anymore. I couldn't stay this hard any longer.

I managed to pull out a few inches before sinking back in, determined to go deeper. Her ass resisted the renewed intrusion, clutching at my shaft as I pushed inside. Annabeth groaned loudly as I pulled further, stroked harder, sawing in and out of her ass, steadily increasing my pace. The boxes under us collapsed under the force of our fucking, as we steadily shifted to a position more suited for butt-fucking. She ended up collapsed on the remainder of the boxes on her side of the closet bracing herself on her her elbows and I effectively mounted her ass as I drove in and out of her, determined to wash her guts with my cum.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! Mm…fuck me! Fuck me, Percy! Ooh…aaah!" she exclaimed through her anal assault as I pounded into her, moaning and groaning, abandoning any concerns about being caught. Hopefully, the police were gone. She was thrashing underneath me, her ass willingly accepting my pounding cock as I fucked as hard and fast as possible. I felt the familiar sensation of my balls drawing up to my body and the feeling of cum beginning to race towards the tip of my cock like a rocket. I couldn't hold back the torrent of cum from unloading deep in Annabeth's ass. Where my previous orgasm was sudden and intense, this one was built up and drawn from every inch of my body, I convulsed with each jet I fired, pressing my pubic bone against the cheeks of her ass, trying to force myself inside even deeper.

Annabeth gasped loudly as she felt her guts filling up with the sudden heat of my ejaculate. She arched her back, crying out, "Oh god! Fill my ass Percy! Soooo gooood! G-gonna cummmm!"

She let out a wail loud enough for anyone within two miles to hear. She was cumming, hard.

"Butt-fuck meeee, give me all the cummmmm!"

Her spastic orgasm prompted me to continue to resume stroking in and out of her ass, fucking out the last few spurts from my cock. The renewed assault sent her forward, knocking more boxes over. She seized again, cum spraying out of her pussy as she came. I rocked my hips in and out of her ass, shallowly fucking hdr through her orgasm.

When she came down from her high, we were both breathing hard. My flaccid cock flopped out of her ass, followed by my cum as her ass pushed it out. After several moments, fixed my shorts, then looked at my watch, seeing that it was well past midnight, nearly an hour and a half past when the cops showed up. Reluctantly, I said, "We should probably get outta here."

"Mhm," Annabeth agreed.

I watched her pull out a pair of panties, putting them on before adjusting the rest of her clothes. I really wanted to ask where those were the whole time, why she hadn't been wearing them, and so much more, but I figured I'd better not. Through the crack in the door, the light was off, meaning that at least the kitchen was empty. Thank god I thought. It was a struggle to crawl over the boxes, especially seeing that we were both spent from the previous fucking. We managed to stumble out of the closet into the empty kitchen.

"Alright, Jackson, get us outta here," Annabeth whispered.

I wanted to argue about why I had to do it, but instead, I took her hand, leading her over to the kitchen sink. "The deck door is probably locked right now. If anyone is home, the alarm system would be activated, so they'd know if we left through a door. We can crawl out through the window, though."

"You should go first, since you know all of this for some odd reason," Annabeth whispered.

I rolled my eyes, then crawled up on the counter. The kitchen window was always cracked open (because Jason's sister always needed a way to get into the house), so it was easy to pull open wider. I pushed my legs out first before jumping down, landing on my butt in the grass. Barely a second later, Annabeth came tumbling out, barely landing on her feet. Then, Annabeth said the most horrible thing ever.

"Where's your car?" she asked.

A/N: This story was inspired by Cramped in the Closet, a story on Literotica. This is gonna a three part story. I'm already working on part 2. Originally, it was just gonna be a one shot. But then this got really long and I figured no could handle that much smut in one chapter. So yeah. Read and review!

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