No

Sam squeezes your cock so hard it hurts. You feel her fingernails dig into your skin of your dick. You squirm in pain, but can't help but throb in her hand.

"There's no sex ed in college, dumbass. College IS sex ed," she growled. "You fucking liar," she breathed against your neck. "The girl. Who is she?" Sam returned to the soft handjob she was giving you before, the nails digging into your cock were a rapidly fading memory.

"She's....mmmm fuck....she's my...." you stammer through, suddenly trying to not cum as the sense of danger, being in public, the sensations in your cock, and the hottie next to you all start to override your brain.

"Go on...tell me the truth," she said in the most silken way imaginable.

"She's my sex ed teacher," you say again, feeling like your brain is about to melt. You could feel Sam's grip tighten around your cock. "No no! I'm still in high school!" you hiss out quickly, hoping to head her off before she brought the nails back to your cock. "It's the truth, I swear!"

Sam giggled. It was a dark, sexy, wicked sound that promised amazing things but also was a massive threat somehow. Like a wicked succubus took the form of the barista and was slowly jerking your cock. "And the pictures are...what, homework?" she asked and started looking through everything you brought.