Ask Caoimhe

You quickly spot Caoimhe, sitting and talking with the other Theater Fagg... Drama Kids. You walk over to her, gently rapping your knuckles against the back of her head.

"Hey, Caoimhe," you say.

"Hey, Jack," she says, turning around to look at you. "How are you?"

"Pretty good. Can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure," Caoimhe says, hopping up from her seat.

You quickly lead Caoimhe out to the empty school hallways, leaning against a locker as you look at her.

"Are you OK?" Caoimhe asks. "Need a hand with something?"

"Yeah," you say, wondering how to phrase your request. "Um... I need to ask you for something, and you have to keep it a secret, OK?"

"OK," Caoimhe says slowly, a strange mixture of curiosity and nervousness on her face. "What's wrong?"

"You also have to promise not to get mad or upset with me," you say.

"Um... I... OK, I guess," Caoimhe says in confusion. "I'll try, at least. What do you need?"

"Can I, pretty please, borrow your panties?"

"What?!" she exclaims, her eyes widening. "Um... Why do you want my panties?"

"I..." you say, struggling to think up an adequate lie.

"You're trying to think of a lie," Caoimhe points out.

You pause, taking up a thinker's pause with your chin resting on your fist as you pretend to think.

"No, I'm not," you say after a moment.

"Tell me!" Caoimhe says.

"Fine!" you say, relenting. "I made a bet that I could get them."

"Jack!" Caoimhe scolds. "That's super mean! You're treating girls like objects who just have their... um... underwear collected."

"That's what I told Lukas!" you say. "I said, Caoimhe's not an object, it doesn't like it when you call it that."

"You're such an asshole," Caoimhe says, shaking her head.

"Please?" you beg.

Caoimhe sighs, before nodding.

"Fine, you can take them," Caoimhe says. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom so I can take them off."

You follow Caoimhe to the boys bathroom, which as there's far fewer boys, is far more likely to be unoccupied. You peer in and find it's empty, and lead Caoimhe inside to one of the stalls. You stand close to each other for a moment, as Caoimhe looks at you expectantly.

"Go on," she says. "You can take off my panties."

"You want me to do it?" you ask.

Caoimhe pauses, before nodding. You raise an eyebrow, curious to her behavior, before you drop to your knees, reaching your hands up. You grab her knees, slowly rubbing your way up as she pulls up her skirt, revealing a pair of black panties covered with white speech bubbles of various words, tightly bound on her crotch with her lips just poking through in a tiny camel toe. You look up to Caoimhe, who nods, so you pop your fingers into her waistband, slowly pulling them down her legs, sliding them down to her knees, revealing her bare pussy lips which tremble in front of you, her pink, tiny inner lips peaking out at you. You slide the panties down her legs, as she raises her leg, letting you slide her panties free. She lifts the other legs, as you take the panties free, stuffing them into the pocket. Remaining at your knees, you look up to Caoimhe, trying to avoid staring at her pussy.

"Do you... um...?" Caoimhe says, looking flustered. "Do you want to do something?"

"Something?" you say, feigning ignorance. "Like what?"

"Goddammit," Caoimhe mutters. "Can you just touch me? Please?"

"Really?" you say, grinning. "This isn't like you."

"Yeah, well, I want to," Caoimhe says. "You're like the only guy I know, and I can't really do this with anyone else."

"Well, I'd be glad to do it," you say, lifting her skirt up to reveal her bare, shaved pussy, her pink inner lips poking out at you.

You lift Caoimhe onto the edge of the toilet seat, spreading her legs as you drop to your knees. Her pussy lips spread, giving you a good look at her pink folds. Caoimhe looks at you, half-eager, half-embarrassed.

"Are you ready?" you ask.

Caoimhe nods, as you lean forward, your warm breath causing her pussy lips to tingle. You press your lips against hers, giving her a soft kiss as she shivers. Your tongue slowly darts out, running along her pussy lips. Your tongue slowly rubs up and down her pussy lips, dipping in to lick her folds with long, generous licks as her body shivers with pleasure. Your tongue dips up towards her clit, which you flick with your tongue. Caoimhe gasps, a gas which quickly turns to moans as you roll her bean around with your tongue. You begin to alternate between teasing her clit, rolling it around your tongue and lapping at her pussy lips, giving long strokes with your tongue as you dive into her folds, which are now wet with her pussy juices. You continue lapping at her now dripping snatch, before Caoimhe's legs begin to wrap around your head, pulling you in tighter as Caoimhe gasps. You feel her pussy muscles begin to tighten, before you pull back, breaking free of her grip as she's left there trembling. You grin, deciding to tease her.

"You know, you're secretly far hornier than I thought," you say, her juices covering your mouth. "You might even be a little slut, Ms Barrett."

"Stop teasing," Caoimhe says. "You're the meanest of my friends."

"Sorry," you wink. "I can leave if you'd like."

"Stop messing around!" Caoimhe says.

"No, I should leave, I'm a terrible friend. I'll get out of here, OK?"

"Jack!"

"If you really wanted me to stay, you'd beg," you say, trying not to grin.

"Oh come on?" Caoimhe says, exasperated. "Seriously?"

You nod, as Caoimhe rolls her eyes.

"Fine. Please can you continue?"

"Oh, that's not begging in any way," you say with a shrug.

"Please! Pretty please!" Caoimhe begs as you begin to stand.

You laugh, dropping down to your knees again.

"Fine, if you say so. Now, where was I?"

You nuzzle your nose against her clit, diving your tongue deep inside her again. Her juices and your saliva are left coating her inner thighs. Caoimhe's hand grabs the back of your head, pulling your face in closer. You wrap your lips around her clit, sucking on it hard as Caoimhe gasps in unrestrained pleasure. Stretching your tongue inside her, squirming your tongue around inside her as deep as it can go, leaving her gasping for air. She lets out a high-pitched moan, her entire body shivering as she squirts her juices onto your face.

Caoimhe falls still, relaxing on the toilet as her body goes limp. You let her skirt drop down again to cover up her pussy. Caoimhe sighs, reaching over to the toilet paper roll, grabbing a few squares. You stand up and grab a few yourself, wiping your mouth clean and she cleans her thighs.

"That was really, really good," Caoimhe says. "Thanks, I needed that."

"Thank you," you say, waving her panties in front of her face, before giving them a long sniff. "God, you smell good."

"Stop it!" Caoimhe says, gently kicking you as her skirt flies up and gives you one last look at her pussy.

"Hey, I just ate you out! I'm allowed to smell!" you say, flicking her inner thigh.

"Fine," Caoimhe giggles. "I need to go back to my room to get another pair. I'll see you in a while, OK?"

"Cool, perfect," you nod. "See you around."