Chapter 8: Take Bree As She Is

The button clicked in Andrew's pocket, barely making a sound even in the empty hallway.

Bree swayed on her feet, almost losing her balance. She put one arm out to steady herself while Andrew stood nearby as if he were helpless. It took her only a moment to recover.

"What were... you saying?" she said, looking around. "Did I drop those?"

"Yeah," Andrew said, stepping forward, "I was just helping you with those."

He knelt down and considered using the remote again, not entirely sure if the changes he had affected to Bree were only physical. First, he tried something else.

"And you were asking if I wanted to come study with you."

"Oh," Bree said, still standing and looking quite confused. "But we've never studied before? We don't even have the same classes."

She phrased her statement like a question, and Andrew stood up with her books.

"Yeah, I didn't think you really meant to study..."

He braced himself for rejection, but Bree's whole face changed to looking much more confident. "Oh, right, right. I guess I could use a break. Well, it's just back this way."

She turned and marched off, slight hips swaying a little, back the way she had come. Andrew hustled off after her, books still in his arms, struggling to keep up. She led him to an empty classroom just around the corner, inside the desks and chairs were stacked in piles against the wall, except for the teacher's desk in the center of one wall.

"Nobody uses this one, so I study in here a lot."

"Smart," Andrew said offhand.

Bree locked the door suddenly, the clack of the lock sliding home startling Andrew. Bree pulled down the blind down over the window, leaving them totally alone.

"Okay, listen, I've really never done this before, so..." she said, voice trailing off.

Andrew didn't expect her to take charge, but with his limited body of experience he wasn't sure how to make this happen himself. Bree looked at him, waiting for him to direct her, but Andrew shot back the same look of expectation.

"Okay... should we kiss, or something?" she said, taking a step forward.

"We don't have to."

"All right, I guess I'll just... get down here," Bree said, getting down to her knees.

"Oh, I thought we would..." Andrew said.

"Not the first time?" Bree replied, phrasing her statement as if she was questioning the most obvious process.

"Okay, right."

Andrew stood in front of Bree and she started to fondle his bulge. His erection had been growing from expectation, and though he was disappointed he was definitely looking forward to Bree's mouth.

"Like I said, its my first time doing this," Bree said as she pulled his pants down.

"Don't worry about it."

Andrew's half-erection spilled out from his pants and Bree took it right into her inexperienced mouth. It twitched between the lips of her small mouth. She rested her hands on her exposed knees. She sucked him for a minute, gently letting her lips pull his flesh into her mouth for a few moments before pushing it back out. Soon he had a raging erection, courtesy of her small lips soaking the hard flesh. She didn't move her head until it was too hard to only use her mouth. Once he was hard she pushed her head forward, wincing when the engorged tip reached her throat. She backed out slow, sucking harder than she needed to.

Andrew watched the bookish girl suck him off, her inexperienced movements not taking away from the heat in her mouth. He was enjoying himself, his hand behind her head which he used to pull her toward him a little when she started to slow down. She spent several minutes slurping on his cock, getting a little louder as she gained confidence in her ability. Her mouth was tight around his flesh, rarely ever coming apart.

Bree backed off and let his wet cock bounce free of her mouth. She stroked him slowly, one hand sliding across the wet shaft quickly. Her palm slapped against Andrew's pelvis.

"Am I doing okay?" she asked earnestly.

"Yeah!" he replied.

"You know, it's weird. I didn't leave here looking for this, and suddenly I black out and I've agree to blow you? That's not like me."

Andrew didn't say anything, his cock trembling in Bree's soft, fast hands.

"I mean it's fine, I guess, I'm just not putting the pieces together."

Bree's hands felt so good on Andrew's meat and his hands twitched at his sides.

"Fuck, Bree!" he exclaimed suddenly.

"You're gonna cum already? I must be better at this than I thought."

At that moment Andrew released. With a heave he shoved his hard cock right up against Bree's surprised face, his cum exploding all over her face and glasses. She sat, silent, as more and more thick strands of cum covered her. She pumped her hand over his cumming cock while the last strands of jizz landed across her face.

"Oh, fuck," Andrew finally said as he finished, his cock hanging in the air in front of Bree's cum-covered face.

"That was a lot."

Andrew could hardly nod. He started to stuff his cock back in his pants while Bree slowly took off her glasses. She wiped them on the underside of her skirt, the thick globs soaking into the fabric.

"That's enough of a break," she said, standing up and shooing Andrew out of the room. As he walked out he tried to return Bree to her normal, not interested in quick hookups self, but the device did not click at all. He snuck one last look as he left and saw his jizz was still caked onto Bree's face around her glasses and she didn't seem concerned about it at all.