Keep your identity a secret for now

With Zack’s cum still coating your mouth and dripping drown your throat, you make a decision. Telling Zack the truth right now will be more than anyone should be expected to take. While you probably will have to come clean at some point and let him know that you were the one responsible for his incredible blowjob, it would be cruel to deny him a little while of savoring the thought that a hot cheerleader was really into him.

You stand and take a quick look in the mirror. You’re glad you do, because it allows you to wipe off a line of white liquid from your lower lip.

“Are you going somewhere?” asks Zack?

“Well, I was going to wait around for Justin,” you say, “but it looks like he’s going to be a while, so I’ll just go find him.”

“Well, don’t be in a hurry,” says your roommate. “You can hang out here for as long as you want.”

You look at his gorgeous body and the cock that is only halfway retreated from its fully-erect state. You know if you stick around, you’re going to be doing a lot more with him than giving him a blowjob. For the sake of your friendship — and your fragile sanity — you really need to get out of there.

“Thanks, Sweetie,” you say, “but I really need to get going.”

Zack leaps from the bed and grabs his clothes. Well, actually, he just grabs his jeans, leaving his boxers on the floor. Evidently the wet spot in front, caused by your initial playfulness, made them less-than-desireable to put on at the moment. He slips his jeans on and pulls them up, carefully tucking his semi-hard cock inside before zipping up.

“I’ll go with you and help you look for him,” he announces, slipping on his sneakers without bothering with socks. “I know his favorite hangouts. Besides, it’ll be fun to hang out with you for a while longer.”

You realize you are still staring at his crotch. Even though he has zipped up, his suggestion of “hanging out” is making you picture something else that so recently could have been described that way.

“Oh, I don’t know, Zack,” you say, doubtfully. “We’re just going to study, and you’d be bored.” At the same time, your mind races, wondering what on earth you would do with Zack if he comes along. Granted, it would be nice to not be alone, and if you were to spend any time with anyone at a time like this, it would be your best friend. The problem is that he’s not going to be of much use to you in this situation if he doesn’t know what you’re dealing with.

Not much use, unless, of course, you count making use of that thing that is causing the front of his jeans to extend in such an inviting way....

You shake your head to clear it of such thoughts. Zack is already as dressed as he plans to get, and he has his room keys in his hand, ready to go. He looks at you with eager expectation. You look back at him, unable to shake the memory of how that face looked while he was still convulsed by an orgasmic high.