Jan. Week 4: Tuesday afternoon: Leah Gives Nathan a Blowjob with Gusto...

Leah inhaled, aware that she was about to do something completely unspeakable, illegal, and life-ending if someone were to bust down the door into the classroom.

Nate was standing there like he was about to faint. His hands were balled into nervous fists, sweat beading on his neck, and when she looked up his face turning the color of a sunburned tomato. She didn’t know if he was about to pass out or cum in his pants just from the anticipation. Either way, she’d made up her mind: she would blow him so good that he would never even think of telling anyone about his little discovery.

She watched his cock pop out like a jack-in-the-box, and she almost snorted.

“Yeah…I don’t think this will take too long.” Leah looked up at Nate and saw his face begin to get embarrassed. She realized how it could have made him feel and she pivoted to soften the blow or conceal the injury entirely and flashed a smile “…Like…he looks like he is certainly ready to roll.”

“Well you are so hot." He squirmed. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Leah could tell.

She took his cock in her hand, squeezed gently, stroking him softly. She looked up at him, eyes wide and lips parted, and saw the way his eyes rolled back before she even started. It was really that easy. She could have made a career out of this (she nearly did, once, didn’t she?).

She dragged her tongue slowly up the underside, flicking the tip like she was spelling something obscene with her tongue. She didn’t even have to fake the moan—it just came out, like a relic from her past self. She opened her mouth and took him in, slowly at first, then faster, deeper. She kept her eyes on his, and the effect was nuclear.

Nate made a whimpering sound, almost a squeal, and his hands flew to her shoulder.

“Holy shit, Miss Williams,” he breathed, the words catching in his throat. “That feels so good.”

She considered correcting his language, but the irony was too sharp to cut. Instead she bobbed her head on his cock. She felt him shudder, hips stuttering, his whole body nearing the edge.

Leah pulled off of him and spat on his cock, adding wet sensations that only intensified his pleasure when she dove back on him.

It hadn’t even been a minute yet. He pulled away, gasping.

“Wait, wait, please don’t… I’m gonna cum, I don’t want to yet, holy shit—” He practically danced backwards, dick still glistening in the air.

Leah looked up at him, not even bothering to hide her look of both professional irritation and pride mixed into one.

“Cumming is the point Nathan.” she teased. It was easier to make a joke than acknowledge the reality of just how wrong all this way. Nate’s eyes darted everywhere except her face.

“Can I… I mean, is it okay if I…um…play with your….uh…boobs?” He nodded at her breasts, his hands fidgeting at his sides. Who even called them that when they were getting down and dirty? Leah cracked a smile.