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Chapter 20 by jzksdftpgx jzksdftpgx

What's next?

After school

Your mom sends you a bright smile when you inform her that Amy will come today to study with you. What the fuck is wrong with her? Why is she so happy? When Amy comes you both go to your room, you see that she has backpack with her.

"What do you have inside?" you ask.

"Oh, few books, they'll help you" she answers.

"We have Internet."

"I'm aware of that" she ignores your sarcasm "but sometimes information there is unreliable, sometimes it's hard to find specific information there. Besides I think it will be easier to learn from books than from websites."

"OK" you relent "so how are we doing this?"

"I have a plan" she says while showing you some kind of graph "here's the progression and here are the dates. If we stick to this schedule, you should get it all in a month without problems. Let's begin."

Reluctantly you try to study, but after five minutes you realize that this is hopeless, it's just so boring.

"I can't do it" you say.

"You don't even try" Amy accuses you.

"I try it's just that..."

"Oh, I understand" Amy interrupts you "that's so lovely."

"What?" you ask confused.

"You can't concentrate, because you are thinking about me!" she says beaming.

"That's not..." your protest is cut short by her tongue invading your mouth. She can't do that! On the other hand...it is definitely more pleasant than the alternative.

Amy obviously takes your lack of action as consent and she pushes you down on the bed and until you realize what's going on, her hands are under your bra. She grabs your tits and squeezes them, you can't suppress a moan. After a moment (and another moan) you are half naked and she suckles on your nipples.

"You are so tasty" she murmurs.

Your heart is beating crazy fast "Amy!" you gasp.

"Yes?" she smiles looking at you.

You don't know what you want anymore. You should tell her to stop, but the pleasure she's giving you... She makes a decision for yourself and her hand creeps it's way into your panties.

"I'm not sure..."

"Shh" she puts the finger on your mouth "don't worry I'll be gentle."

She finds your clit and starts to delicately touching it.

"How wet you are" she says, but there is no mockery in her voice she sounds genuinely happy.

Slowly but steadily she accelerates her moves and you don't try to fight anymore. Right now, she has the full control over your body, you are writhing and squirming under her touch. She is gentle and relentless at the same time. It doesn't take her long to **** more moans of pleasure from your mouth. You try to be quiet, because mom is home, but she's just too skillful, you can't stop yourself.

"Very good" she purrs.

She starts to finger you, and you know that inevitable is coming.

"Amy I..." you say.

And she stops. B...But you were so close!

"Why?" you ask her.

"Oh" she smiles at you "I thought you didn't want to be my girlfriend. Or did you change your mind?" she briefly touches your clit which is enough to sends shockwaves through your body.

"Yes" you are **** "I want to be your girlfriend. Please, let me cum."

"OK" she renews her ministrations "but you have to promise me something."

"Anything" in this state you are ready to promise her whatever she wants.

"You'll try harder to learn."

"OK, OK, please... I need to..."

You don't manage to finish. After you promise she skillfully brings you over the edge. You scream forgetting about whole world, your body is shaking uncontrollably. You made yourself cum many times in your live, but what Amy did to you... Nothing compares to that. You lie on a bed in a post-orgasmic bliss. Suddenly you see Amy's face.

"Seems to me that today you'll be unable to fulfill your promise. Oh well, we'll start tomorrow."

When you finally get at least part of your strength back you walk her out to the door. You hesitate for a moment and then give her a quick kiss on the lips. It is enough to bring a smile to them. When you get back you see your mother standing in front of you and is also smiling.

"What?"

"You two had fun" your face gets red. Really red. Were you really that loud? But your mother just laughs "don't worry sweetie. I remember how it is being a teenager. By the way from the way you screamed it seems Amy is pretty good."

You definitely don't want to talk about it, so you quickly run away to your room, ashamed. When you get there you realize that Amy left her backpack. You are a little tempted to check if she got only books there?

Do you check?

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