Cindi suggests a tug

"I can't wait for the dance," Cindi said as they exited their biology classroom. "But I wonder if you need something to remember me by in the meantime."

"I've already got that selfie you texted me. Which, I have to say, has me all worked up." That and her accidentally-on-purpose brushing against him all through class.

"After I got home last night," Cindi said, "I read about how guys your age need relief all the time. I really wouldn't be doing my job as a proper girlfriend if I didn't take care of that."

Whoa. Girlfriend? Who'd said anything about a girlfriend. Matt hadn't thought about being exclusive with anyone. Still, Cindi was hot and willing. It was a tough call.

She pulled a small key from her pocket. "There's a custodian closet. We've got maybe five minutes. I bet you I can get you off in less than half of that."

No way would Matt take that bet. Just thinking about Cindi walking around the rest of the day with cum dripping from her hair brought him close to busting a nut right there.