An Apologetic Handjob

Before you could change your mind and take back what you said, Tiffany has already taken your pants off and revealed your stiff cock to the cool air of the outside rooftops.

"Ooh, nice." She whistled impressively, "You're just one-fourth shorter than Zeke's."

"I didn't really need to know that, thanks..." You muttered.

"Sorry!" She apologizes again, before getting to work.

Without any hesitation or subtlety whatsoever, Tiffany immediately went to grab your cock and started pumping away.

You began to silently whimper as she stroked your cock. She had one hand slowly massaging your balls as her other was feeling you up. Tiffany actually gave your cock a look of consideration, almost like she was admiring it as she stroked. You nearly jumped when she spat on your dick and used it as lube.

"I really like your smell." She complimented, "It's like going inside someone's house for the first time and breathing in their air conditioner."

You didn't even know the smell of your cock could be described in such a way.

Tiffany leaned in a bit and started breathing heavily, letting her hot breath wash over your dick while she stroked it. It added to the whole pleasure of it.

"Shit... You really know what you're doing..." You hissed, feeling her twist her hand around the bottom of your tip.

"Thanks. I've practiced a lot to get this good." She giggled, moving her hand around so that now she was massaging your entire cock up and down, covering every inch.

"Practiced?" You asked. "How often do you do this?"

"Well, I won't brag too much, but Zeke definitely has a sport player's endurance." She smiled up at you, "When we don't have the opportunity to fully do it, I mostly just stroke him until he cums to keep him satisfied until we finally have time alone for ourselves. He's never satisfied for long though, so I have to repeatedly do it a lot."

"And you're comfortable doing it with me now, instead of Zeke for today? Even though you and I don't even know each other very well?"

She looked away with a frown, before smiling at you again, "You don't have to worry about that. Zeke's not the only guy I've done this to."

"But... Isn't he your only-... you know?" You asked.

She made your cock point straight up as she slowly massaged the base, her other hand's palm now smoothly rolling on your tip. You moaned, and started leaning your pelvis towards her without even realizing it.

She smirked at your small reactions, knowing how good she was. Then she told you, "Sometimes, Zeke and I hang out with our other friends together. Marcy, from my cheerleader team, she has a brother who's best buddies with Zeke. As a favor, Zeke lets him borrow me so that I can jerk him off-"

"I don't think I really want to hear this..." You grimaced, "Isn't that kind of cheating? Is Zeke really okay with that sort of thing?"

"Of course he is! It's not technically cheating after all." She explained matter of factly, "Blowjobs and handjobs don't count as sex. It's just for fun, you know? Too many people today just can't seem to realize that."

Well, that explains why she's so casual about giving you a handjob.

"That can't be right! How is that not a sexual act? You're literally touching another guy's penis until you make him orgasm!"

"So?" She shrugged, "It's not like they're doing it inside me. Besides, all guys are like this. They get boners all the time, and then they need a cute girl to get them off- It's perfectly natural. I mean you're a guy too. You understand it too, right? Like, I'm literally jerking you off right now."

No, you seriously don't get it... It's just... A relationship like that is way too casual for you to really comprehend. The thought of sharing your girlfriend to another guy, knowing that she'll be touching him or putting his cock in her mouth- You're not sure if you're really comfortable with that idea. Aren't relationships supposed to be more intimate or something? How can that be special if anybody can just walk up and borrow someone's romantic partner for sex?

Although, I guess the point of it is that it's not special... She doesn't seem to consider something like this as sex, after all...

Your thoughts were interrupted as you groaned, leaning back against the wall as Tiffany started holding on hand on your hip to steady herself as she stroked you faster.

"God, this is actually pretty hot... I've never done it on the roof before." She huffed, "I should take Zeke up here someday... I love doing these sort of things outdoors, don't you?"

"W-What? What do you mean?" You stammered, your legs slowly spreading apart as you got more entranced by her handjob.

"Doing it out in the open, where the sun shines." She stared at your cock with a dreamy smile, "The idea that anyone could show up out of nowhere and catch you in the act. The thrill of being seen... Someone could walk up here for any reason whatsoever, and they would find me jerking your cock in front of my face. Doesn't that make you so horny?"

Oh right, you found out she was an exhibitionist a while back. It'd make sense for her to like that sort of thing.

Wait, what? When did you know she was an exhibitionist? How could you possibly find that out about her when you never even had the opportunity to talk to her yet before today?

You can't even think about it right now, you were way too horny to think straight. She was too good with her hands.

"If-if you like doing things like that," you gasped heavily, "Why were you so upset that Zeke recorded you having sex with him?"

"Oh right, you overheard that back in the lunchroom..." She gulped, sniffing the musk of your precum leaking out and getting on her fingers.

"I'm pretty sure everyone in there heard it... It wasn't exactly a subtle arguement..." Your hands clenched into fists against the walls, and you started thrusting your hips to the rhythm of her stroking.

"I mean... I don't mind about being recorded having sex... I just hate that Zeke did it without even asking. We're supposed to be a couple, we should let each other know everything! I don't ever jerk his friend off without letting him know, and he never gets a blowjob from one of my cheerleaders without my permission. It's supposed to be a relationship of trust and honesty!"

That makes the least amount of sense you have ever heard, but you seriously can't even care about it since you felt your entire crotch was heating up from the handjob.

"Fuck, I think I might cum soon!" You warned her, your knees practically shaking in pleasure.

"Yeah? You wanna cum, stud?" Tiffany had a huge red blush on her face as she stared directly at your cock, quickening her pace and aiming it away from her face, "I'm sorry I made you angry earlier, baby. I hope you'll forgive me for forcing you to deal with my problems. I'll take all your stress and **** it out, so just let it come, okay?"

Woah, the sexy talk was kinda sudden. You weren't expecting that.

"Yeah, yeah, just let it all out baby. Let it all out and cover my hands with your thick, hot, spunk!" She looked up at you with a lewd smile, jacking you off with two hands now. "You know you want to, so just do it! Make a huge mess and cover the entire floor until you're empty!"

Your head lurches back, and you felt like you couldn't hold it in any longer...

Your cum erupted out of your cock and sprayed into the air. Tiffany already positioned herself on the side as she kept stroking your cock until it empties completely. You made a complete mess on the floor of the roof, marking it with a straight line of your jizz that reached for about eight feet or so.

When it was finally over, you leaned forward and placed your hands on your knees, completely out of breath. "Oh fuck..."

Tiffany smiled as she pulled her hands away, "Hope you'll forgive me now. I'm seriously sorry for acting like a bitch earlier. I never meant to come across like one."

"R-Right... Right... Sure..." You sighed, before asking, "Where the hell did the dirty talk come from? I wasn't expecting that at all!"

"Did you like it? For some reason, guys make more jizz come out when they hear a girl talk dirty right before they cum. I thought you might enjoy it."

This girl... She was definitely something...

She licked the tip of your cock clean without even asking, making you shudder as your cock was still sensitive and hasn't recovered properly yet. But the sudden jolt was enough to make your cock come up again, just as stiff and erect as when you started.

Tiffany flinched in surprise, "Woah. It got up quick! Even after coming so much! Not even Zeke's that fast at recovering..."

You're not sure if you should feel prideful of that comment or not.

She gave your cock a considerate look as she hummed curiously.

Before she could decide what to do next though, the bell conveniently rang to signify the end of lunch period.

"Oh, it's already over." Tiffany muttered, almost disappointedly.

But she pulled your pants up, carefully fitted your erect cock inside, gently zipped your pants, and patted your crotch comfortably.

She pulled her phone out and typed on it a bit, before your phone suddenly started vibrating in your pocket.

You checked it to find a new text message detailing Tiffany's phone number and personal address.

"How the hell did you know what my phone number was?" You asked in confusion.

"Um... You know..." She awkwardly curled her hair over her finger, "Woman's intuition?"

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"Welp, I guess I better go to my next class!" She interrupted, "You should too, or else you'll be late! Add that phone number into your contacts. Since we're going to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend for a while, I might call you later to talk more about how we're gonna get back at Zeke."

You couldn't get another word in edgewise before she already sprinted down the stairs, leaving you all alone on the rooftops.

You looked down on the floor to see the mess that you made, and gave a huge sigh.

You really do not want some janitor to come up here to find your jizz all over the floor and be **** to clean it up. That's just a cruel and unusual punishment they didn't deserve.

You looked around for a bit and found some cloth laying around, before using it to wipe away the evidence. All the while, you thought up of any valid excuses you can make to your calculus teacher as to why you were late for class.

You can already tell that this week is probably going to be hell for you...

Why, John? Why can't you be mean for once and just say no?

Stupid, horny, idiot, dumbass- razzle frazzle dazzle