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Chapter 19 by Murakami Murakami

Is the phone broken?

No, it's fine.

"Yes, I knew this case was a good investment," she commented, seeing the phone was fine. She put it on her deck and moved to swallow him again. Even in Ted's limited experience, she wasn't that great at sucking, even though she was clearly trying her best. Even so, the pressure was building up.

Mr. Frederick came into the room, which caused most of the class to settle down. He glanced at Ted but didn't comment, merely going to the board and beginning to set up for the lesson. Ted got even harder in the girl's mouth at the this.

"Stand up and turn around," Ted said to her. As she leaned over her desk as he had indicated, Ted looked over her near-fully-dressed body, with only the skirt off and panties moved to the side, grabbed her hips, and gently pulled her toward him onto his lap, legs spreading. He took one hand and reached down, grabbing his dick and aiming it as she sat down on him, his dick sliding inside of her as she hissed quietly at his penetration, a hand over her mouth to muffle herself. He spread her legs even further apart, so that his dick piercing her pussy was visible to anyone who might look their way.

This position made her delightfully tight. Ted reached around and took her clothed boobs in hand. She was on the smaller side, but her breasts fit nicely in the palms of his hands, and he felt her nipples harder under his touch. He pinched them and she let out a muffled 'mfff!'. Not content to sit there fully impaled and play with her tits, he lightly pulled up on them, and she got the hint and began to rise off him, then fell back with a wet smack when he lightly pulled down on them, guiding her motions with his fondling. He moved his hands down over her body and she leaned forward a a bit, and really began to slam up and down him. After a minute or so of this, she grunted loudly into her hand, and tightened down on Ted, shaking. Ted grinned as he felt her cum on him, then saw the clock and realized he was running out of Homeroom. He wasn't sure how things would go during an actual class rather than nominal free time, and he was a bit nervous to find out. He started thrusting up into her. At first she just took it, still coming down from her orgasm, but then began to fuck back at him. Ted let his hands roam over her body body as they fucked, then finally let her fall hard on him, and came inside her hard.

She leaned back on him, breathing hard, in no hurry to stand up. "Hey, homeroom's almost over," he commented.

"Oh are you done?"she asked. "You didn't say anything, so I though maybe you wanted to stay like that till next period. I have gym so I couldn't have let you stay in me any longer than that," she added nonchalantly. She used her desk for balance and gingerly stood up, his dick slipping out of her, and his cum coming out as she did. She took a tissue from her bag and wiped herself off, then put her panties back in place before going to retrieve her skirt.

Ted looked down at his lap where there mingled fluids were soaking into his pants. 'Damn it, I should have though of that. What a mess.'

The girl finished getting her skirt into place, and, as if nothing had happened, grabbed her phone. Ted caught a glimpse of the screen, where whomever she was talking to had asked if she was ok, after her last message trailed off into gibberish, apparently having been sent when the phone hit the floor.

"Thanks," he said to her, as she quickly signed off. "By the way, what's your name?" he added.

"Oh, it's Cass. Cassandra Campbell," she replied off hand, getting out her notebook, barely looking at him.

"Ted," he replied.

"Sure, whatever," she replied laconically, seemingly not caring they had been fucking just minute ago.

Ted was put out by this, but really it was about the same as in the store, and even at home. Once the sex was done, they just went back to normal, and normal with Cass was 'random dude in the chair in front of me in a few classes'.

"Mr. Lanister, where do you think you are going?" Mr. Frederick asked as Ted awkwardly stood up, trying not to touch his soiled pants.

"I just need to use the bathroom quickly," Ted replied.

"First period is about to start. You should have gone already," Mr. Fredrick replied. "Just wait until the end of class."

"Uh... I was fucking Cass, and need to clean up," Ted replied, gesturing at his pants.

"Yes, I can see that, and entirely too much," the teacher replied. "You know the rules. Take care of your business before class or wait," Mr. Fredrick replied, gesturing for Ted to sit back down. "You might be able to have sex with anyone, anywhere, at any time, but if you aren't currently engaged, we expect that your pants will be on," he added, as several in the class giggled, while others looked away.

"But..."

"Are you looking to get detention today?" the teacher replied archly.

And so Ted reluctantly pulled his pants up with a squelching sound and sat there as the teacher launched into a lecture on the civil war.

What's next?

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