Jan. Week 3: Monday--afternoon--Leah accepts Nathan's Advances (Suspicion: +10, Silence: +25)

If she’d had a little more energy, she might’ve made a joke about teenage boys and their legendary stamina. Instead, she just heaved an internal sigh and gestured for him to close the door.

“Okay. But I really do need to leave in, like, five minutes. So-it better be fast, Nathan.”

He nodded so vigorously his cheap earbuds nearly fell out, as Leah secured the door Nate started fumbling at his zipper with the panicked intensity of a bomb squad technician. Leah couldn’t decide if she felt more like a nurse prepping for a flu shot or a customer service rep about to field another call.

Nathan freed himself and offered up his awkward, half-limp dick with the same bashful determination as a kid handing over a science project shaped like a penis. He was flaccid from the fear of confronting Leah—we was a pretty timid sort of kid normally so asking the teacher you were blackmailing for oral sex in your school was slightly out of his comfort zone. He was already breathing in short, nervous puffs, his hands shaking as he braced himself eager for her mouth.

Leah knelt between his legs, feeling every second of her age and profession, and took him into her mouth. She’d gotten efficient at this—her tongue swirling just enough to satisfy, her lips forming a tight seal, her mind drifting to her weekend plans. Nathan whimpered, then groaned, then started rocking his hips in a spasmodic pantomime of manhood. He gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles whitened, his face contorting into a mask of adolescent agony.

She didn’t have to wait long. Barely a minute later, his whole body jerked and he shot a watery spurt against the back of her throat. Leah swallowed with practiced ease. Her hand jerking his cock even as he came. He sounded like he was speaking in three languages at once as he orgasmed. She continued to suck his cock, his eyes rolled backward in pleasure so far he might have been able to see in the past itself. Content that there was no more of Nathan’s sticky homework for him to give her she pulled off his cock with an audible pop that made him shiver.

“Sorry. I, um. I told you it’d be fast.” Nathan panted, still gripping the desk like he might float off into space without it.

Leah stood, with a half amused smile. She was damn good.

“You weren’t kidding. Blink and I’d have missed it.” She smirked. “Now—go.”

He gave her a shaky smile, wiped himself off, and zipped up. “Thanks, Ms. Williams. You’re, uh. Cool.”

“Go home, Nathan. And don’t get caught in the hallway, okay?”

He nodded, then hustled out, leaving behind nothing but the faint tang of sweat and adolescent shame. Leah checked her lipstick in the reflective glass of the trophy case, shrugged, and began gathering her things.