What does he want you to do? (make him beg, +control) - 5. It doesn’t matter, he can’t get it up.

Joey grasps his cock and starts jerking himself to hardness. As you wait, a dread grows in you. He can’t get hard. He’s looking out the window, and you realize he’s more afraid of being caught than turned on by his girlfriend. You whip off your shirt and pull the cups of your bra down. Your DDDs are on full display for him, pushed up and together so they look even bigger. His focus is pulled to you as he keeps wanking. But it’s still not enough.

You sigh, disappointed. “Maybe we should get that coffee?”

He releases his cock. It flops sadly. “Maybe.”

You drive in silence to the local Leaf & Bean. It’s awkward. You subtly tuck your skirt out of the way so you don’t leave a stain you’ll have to wear all day, deciding it’s better to try to pass off your leaking pussy as being turned on in advance of fucking him. He doesn’t seem to notice as you get out of the car. He’s too dejected with his own performance.

He takes you back to school and you arrive as the fourth period bell rings. It’s time for English, arguably your best subject. You give Joey a peck on the cheek and head to class. At least you aren’t dripping in the same way anymore. You’re still without panties, but you’ll live with that.

Instead of your usual front row seat, you find a seat in the back where you hope no one will notice you aren’t sitting on your skirt. You’re still afraid of having to walk around with cumstains. Mr. Taylor pulls down the projection screen as his class trickles in and sets up his laptop to play a movie. He looks a little worse for wear today and you think he’s probably too tired to teach. It’s hard to see the dark circles under his eyes against his dark skin. You think about what you’ve heard about black guys and you flush subtly.