A handjob is the least he can expect

Matt felt cheated. He could have gone out with other girls. If he'd gone out with Amy or Karen, he almost certainly would have gotten some action. And what had he gotten from Wendy? A little stroky-stroky and some tit-play. He wanted sex but he if couldn't get that, a handjob was the least he could expect.

"No problem," he said. "Just keep stroking me. It's not a big deal."

"But I--"

"Wendy, you started it, you have to finish it."

"Oh." She looked miserable and, just for a second, he felt like a jerk. But his dick was in charge now and it wasn't fair to ask it to just throb there without any relief.

"Squeeze it harder and move your hand harder." He took her hand in his to show her what he meant.

She didn't protest, following his lead as he used her hand to bring him closer to climax.

"I'm going to cum on your tits," he said. "Just stay sitting down and I'll stand."

"Fine."

She didn't sound like it was fine but she wasn't arguing and that was enough for now. He promised himself he'd make it up to her, find some way to persuade her this had been her idea all along.

He finished with a couple of strokes, spraying all over her cute boobs while she shuddered almost as if he was hitting her with something more solid than a few splashes of cum.

"There," he said. "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Uh, no."

"Let me help you rub that into your breasts."

"It's fine, Matt. I think it's time for me to head home. Can you walk home from here or do I need to drive you?"

Shit, that didn't sound very positive at all. Perhaps pushing her had been a mistake.

"I can walk," he said. "And I'm sorry if I pushed too hard."

"Fine."

But it wasn't fine.