How Bad Could It Be?

Meryl blanched as she sneaked another glance up Cheryl's skirt. She wanted her to...eat her out? It was, like so much else she'd experienced already, unthinkable. "Are you going through with it, or not?" Cheryl whispered, with more than a hint of urgency in her voice. "I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, Baby Doll, but clock's ticking, there's about fifteen minutes left before class ends, and I don't know if I can be held responsible for what I may or may not say if you don't make a decision quickly."

Meryl's eyes bored into Cheryl's crotch, the thin bit of cotton and a few inches of equally thin air was the only thing between her and her longtime friend's pussy. After what had happened back in the Janitor's cupboard, Meryl would rather not think about Cheryl in a sexual context at all; even now, memories of that finger probing indecently into that most taboo and intimate of spaces surfaced all over again, and she couldn't help but clench her cheeks together just thinking about it as she sat there on her knees, head low to stop herself from bumping into the table just above. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes and allowing the fresh oxygen to fill her lungs. She could do this, it would be difficult, but in the end she was reasonably confident she could file this away in her mind as just another unfortunate incident in a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Something only she and Cheryl would ever even know about. She hadn't the slightest idea of what kind of 'technique' a person would go about employing when orally pleasuring another girl, no clue what the etiquette was, but she steeled herself and prepared to do it all the same, hands balling into fists at her sides.

Meryl rolled her lips inwards, feeling the stickiness of her lip gloss, tasting the subtle notes of cherry and mango on her own tongue. This would make a bit of a mess, and at that she brought the sleeve of her blouse up and went to wipe it away, but at an insistent grunt from Cheryl, she paused and looked up at her. "No," Cheryl insisted. "I want you to keep the lip gloss on, I want to...to feel it. On me, I mean." Meryl gulped, then nodded silently. She hadn't the bravery to argue, if today had proven anything, it was that Cheryl was much more of a wildcard than she'd ever thought possible; it was entirely within the realm of possibility, in turn, that she'd become irritated or even angry if she pushed back on any of her demands. So, like the obedient, conscientious student she'd always been, she lowered her arm and puckered her lips, hoping that she didn't look too slutty - granted, it's difficult not to when you've no knickers on, your bra's gone walkabout and your tits are on full display as you sit under a table preparing to go down on a friend, but Meryl was understandably lacking a level of perspective at present.

She scooched herself closer to Cheryl's legs, which were already parting further to allow her access to what lay between them, and tried to ignore the subtle sensation of coarse carpet on her bare knees. When she was sitting almost flush with Cheryl's impressively lengthy pins, she swallowed again, unable to really make eye contact with anything but Cheryl's panty-covered groin area. She waited for a moment, then another, expecting Cheryl to do the honours, but no such time came. Eventually, Cheryl hissed at her again, "What are you doing?! Take. Them. Off."

Meryl was taken aback. She'd never expected to be given the task of removing Cheryl's underwear in addition to 'eating her out'. Meryl's mind worked strangely like that, her inexperience with all things sexual lent her a skewed perspective on the relative intimacy of certain things in comparison to others. She had felt a man's dick slide up between her arse cheeks not long ago, and was on the cusp of licking her friend's genitals, but now she blushed at the notion of reaching over and slipping those panties down and off of Cheryl. It seemed doubly inappropriate, somehow, not the gesture of a naive innocent press-ganged into performing a sexual favour under duress, but of a lover, tenderly disrobing her partner in preparation for a lewd and loving act. She made an effort not to think of it in those terms, but the comparison stuck for some reason, and as she did indeed reach up and past Cheryl's thighs, subtly moving her skirt aside and sliding her fingers in between the waistband of the panties and the bare skin of her hips, she felt her face grow redder and redder.

This was the moment of truth, when these babies came down, she'd be face to face with it, with Cheryl's...

Meryl cleared her throat quietly, looking down at her own body momentarily. She could feel herself shaking like a leaf, her thighs wobbling gently, her modest jugs juddering up and down. This was crazy! She couldn't really go through with something like this...could she? Cheryl looked down and glared at her, and Meryl knew she couldn't stall any longer. Slowly, oh so slowly, she pulled on Cheryl's waistband, inverting it slightly as the front of her panties followed it down off her hips, away from her crotch and down toward her thighs. As they peeled away from Cheryl's pussy, that heavenly slit came into view, bare and unobstructed by any pubic hair whatsoever. From between her outer lips, Cheryl's labia minora peeked out cutely on either side, a slightly darker shade of pink, and looking so exquisitely tender. Meryl tried not to stare too hard as she shucked the underwear the rest of the way, the rest of it inverting along with the waistband, and eventually tangling into a messy little pile of cloth as Cheryl shifted in her seat to allow it passage down past her knees, and finally her calves. With a little, understated kick, she ejected the panties from the end of her shoe, and they landed lightly in Meryl's lap. She looked down at them, and a little lightbulb went off in her head at the sight. Quickly, she picked them up and pocketed them, then returned her gaze to Cheryl's now naked vagina.

This was it. The big moment. No more stalling, no extra steps, just lips-meet-lips. She ran her tongue over her teeth, then parted her lips, the bottom one quivering a little in anticipation. Meryl glanced up at Cheryl's half-visible face at the edge of the table, then scooted forward a bit more, then a bit more still. Cheryl's legs opened wider and wider to receive her, and shortly she found herself wedged between them, close enough to feel the heat emanating from each of them. She took a few short, quick breaths, then began to lower her head toward Cheryl's crotch, lifting her skirt and ducking under it so that she was face to face with Cheryl's vulva. "Ok," she murmured, softly. "Ok...just...ok...I can...I can do this." Though she wasn't so sure. Meryl came in close, too close for her own comfort, and felt the warmth wafting off of Cheryl's vagina, even spying a little pool of liquid where she must have started to get excited waiting for Meryl to get down to business.

Meryl made a face, smacking her lips together reflexively, then, with a slight turn of the head, she dived in. Her lip gloss made her lips attach to Cheryl's cunt with a little wet plop, and it felt disconcertingly like she was smooching Cheryl's genitalia for an instant. Then, Meryl closed her eyes, and allowed her lips to open wider, as she pushed her tongue out through them and into Cheryl's vagina. The immediate reaction she felt was a little shiver of revulsion. Despite owning one herself, Meryl had never in a million years expected it to be quite so wet and warm inside, like a little prehistoric cave, all humid and curved as she ventured within. She felt Cheryl tremble as her tongue ran up the inside of her slit, shifting faintly as it ran over the soft but noticeable folds of her inner labia. Cheryl exhaled sharply in response, and up top she was already struggling to keep her expression neutral - feigning rapt interest in what remained of the class as the tutor droned on. Meryl repeated the motion a few times in the ensuing seconds, time seemed to pass interminably slowly as she sat there, tonguing Cheryl's pussy. Quite innocently, the probing muscle of the mouth went up a little too far, and landed squarely on Cheryl's clitoris. Above the table, Cheryl suddenly had significant trouble keeping her poker face intact as waves of pleasure started to shoot upwards through her body. Reflexively, she drew her legs closer together, trapping Meryl between them.

Meryl made a noise, just a little one, but it was audible to the boy sat next to Cheryl - Bradley Thomas, somebody who was essentially a nobody, and had been since Primary School. He boasted a decent enough face, and a shock of ginger hair that made him look like some ridiculous hippy. He heard what sounded like a high-pitched, strangled sort of cough, and looked over at Cheryl. Cheryl, for all her sins, had the unenviable task of looking back at him and smiling reassuringly, but not in a way that might be construed as flirty...that was the last thing she needed right now. She turned her head and tried said smile, but at that moment Meryl ignorantly tongue-punched her clit again, and the resulting shockwave of pre-orgasmic bliss caused her to grip the table's edge tightly and - instead of smiling reassuringly but not flirtily - leer unappealingly at him. Bradley gave her the look of a man who had just been thoroughly skeeved out, before his gaze flicked back over to Cindy Michaels on the left of the 'U' formation the tables were arranged in, who was (intentionally or otherwise) currently doing the most amazing thing where she had her elbows propped up on the table and was squeezing her ample chest in-between them, forcing those oft-discussed melons of hers to squeeze dangerously against the dress shirt she was wearing, exposing her itty-bitty bra and causing the buttons of the shirt to visibly strain as they tried valiantly to contain them. He thought he might have even seen a hint of nipple, poking out through the bra's feeble cups.

Meanwhile, back at base camp, Meryl was unsure of what exactly she should do next, and her licking noticeably faltered, causing Cheryl to look back down at her and mutter, "What's going on? Why are you slowing down?"

Meryl tried to speak with a mouthful of minge, so it came out at first as garbled jumble of muffled nonsense. Then, she temporarily extracted her mouth from Cheryl's lower lips, the gloss causing a faint wet squelch as she did. "I...I've never done this before, I don't know what else to do!" Meryl whispered back. Cheryl rolled her eyes, then reached under the table with one hand and grasped the back of Meryl's head. Her eyes widened as Cheryl pushed her gently back into place against the now-glistening pussy, and she heard Cheryl say from above her. "Work the tongue, corkscrew motions, circular motions, anything and everything. Quickly!"

Meryl really wasn't sure about this, but obeyed nonetheless. Her tongue came back out and twisted it up, working it up and down the length of Cheryl's pussy like she was drilling for oil, the effects were immediate. Cheryl attempted to pass off a moan of pleasure as a tickle at the back of her throat, but then another came up unbidden, and rubbed her arms performatively, trying to play off the lewd vocalisation as a response to a perceived cold snap within the classroom's confines. Next, Meryl went in for circular motions, rotating her tongue as if she were scouring a sideboard, and that sent Cheryl flushing. She had to resort to covering her mouth with her hand just to stop the noises from escaping, Meryl was truly coming into her own as a practitioner of cunnilingus, she thought, as the **** on her clit continued. Things went on for ten more seconds, before Cheryl felt something building inside her like a sudden front of grey clouds preceding rain. She put her other hand down near Meryl's face and snapped her fingers, frantically trying to get her to stop before she got her off in the middle of class. Cheryl had wanted to get back at her 'Baby Doll' for leaving her in the lurch back in the cupboard, what she hadn't wanted was to be taken all the way! Cheryl started to panic as the climax drew closer, she was loud cummer, a very loud cummer. That was her greatest weakness, or at least one of them: there was no subtlety in her getting off, she couldn't even fake it convincingly, so the only real way for a lover to know they'd succeeded at bringing her to climax was for them to watch and listen as she lost control of herself and moaned the house down.

She resorted to slapping Meryl on the back of the head to get her attention, but that succeeded only in jostling that wandering tongue into her clit with an extra bit of kick, and that was enough to send her over the edge. As the electric waves of an orgasm coalesced inside her and travelled up toward her brain, Cheryl adopted a worried look, and clapped both hands over her mouth to try and muffle the ensuing noise. It wasn't enough. The orgasm made her lose control of herself, her legs spasming wildly beneath the table and her eyes rolling back in her head. Cheryl moaned, long and loud, and the entire class went silent as all eyes fell on her. Her breathing was ragged and intense, and rivulets of sweat poured freely down her forehead, but she couldn't get it under control, all she could do - she knew from previous experience - was ride it out. So she sat there, her juices pooling in the seat beneath her, having an orgasm in the middle of class that looked like absolutely nothing except for what it was. Shock travelled like a wave over her classmates. Bradley Thomas took his eyes off Cindy Michaels to look back at Cheryl, which was unfortunate, as the sudden interruption of Cheryl's orgasm shocked Cindy so badly she did her little squeezing trick a smidge too tightly, and her impressive rack finally won the battle against her shirt buttons. They pinged off and the shirt tore open, revealing her skimpy little bra as her titties fell forward and onto the table, the location of her nipples helpfully marked by two cartoon cherries situated in the dead centre of each cup.

Down below, Meryl had jumped back in shock as Cheryl short-circuited, wiping stray flecks of Cheryl's wetness from her mouth, along with what remained of her lip gloss. She suddenly remembered the panties she'd pocketed, and decided that while all this commotion was going on, she had a golden opportunity to regain some dignity. She retrieved the panties from her pocket, and slipped them on. Immediately she felt they were a couple sizes too big for her, but more than anything else she was grateful she had a pair at all, and patted them lovingly, making a mental note to keep hold of them through her skirt to ensure they didn't fall down. Then, at last, and with one final glance at Cheryl's glistening pussy, Meryl turned and started crawling up the length of tables, bound for the exit in the hopes of escaping while Cheryl put on her little show.