Random Blowjob from Emma

As you are about to decide what to do, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Okay," Emma says, from behind you. "We're resolving this right now."

You are almost taken aback. Almost. But you look back at her with a grin. Her eyes are locked onto yours, and her mouth is slightly open.

"You've been on my brain all day," she says. "When I'm supposed to be focused on my first day of classes. Well I don't have time for that kind of tension, anymore. We're breaking it. Let's go."

You're not even quite sure what she means as she leads you into the student forum and through the hallway into the bathroom, her black boots clacking with each powerful step, her red plaid skirt swishing back and forth over her prominent ass and the fishnet stockings that run down from it.

As soon as you get to the all-gender bathroom, she locks the door behind you and throws her body against yours, her lips practically devouring yours. You feel her black lipstick coming off onto your lips, and then onto your neck as she moves away from them, and you don't care. She grinds herself against your knee and suddenly she is panting, moaning with aggressive desire.

"You mess with me," she hisses into your ear, between bites. "You are messing me the fuck up."

Your knee runs up under her skirt, and you feel wet warmth soaking thin material. Her moans suddenly increase in pitch. She bites your neck, and you feel the vibrations of her scream against it. She starts purposely grinding against you.

She does this for a few seconds, then pulls away and pulls your shirt with her. She uses the momentum to swing you around and plops you down on the toilet. Before you can say anything, she has a scrunchie out and is tying her hair back.

"Don't worry," she says. "This won't last long."

You barely have time to register the reality of what is happening before her hair is tied back, and she is on her knees in front of you. Her hands come up and undo your belt, then your zipper, with a confidence that astounds you. She pulls out your cock, and examines it with a pleased murmur.

"Good thing I don't have a gag reflex," she says, as she places your hand on the back of her head.

Before you can make any comment, she raises her head up, and then slams her mouth down onto your cock. Without any preamble she is alternating between moans and furious glck noises as she engulfs you. Your dick is now inside a warm, tight, soft embrace that is nonetheless pistoning up and down and sucking with a vacuum-level intensity. You lean back and bite your shirtsleeve in order to not make any noise.

All the while, your hand stays on the back of her head. And only after a few seconds of this do you realize what she wants. You grab her ponytail and pull her head back off your cock, then push it down. She lets out another pleased murmur at this, and her hand goes up her skirt as she starts to touch herself.

Then her eyes look up at you, sly, and she pulls the back of her skirt up. You see her pale, but round ass under fishnets. And underneath those fishnets, disappearing between her cheeks, is a black thong. You think back to English class, and you'd almost laugh if it wasn't so hot.

Emma continues to devour you. There are no hands, in her blowjob, her fingers are too busy pushing her thong to the side and rubbing the wet pussy that you (just barely) cannot see. She doesn't pull away to lick or kiss your shaft either, or to fondle your balls. It is just furious, concentrated deepthroating in the best way.

Finally, you can't take it anymore. You pull her up by her hair, then thrust up into her and push her down at the same time. Her nose presses into your abs as her throat massages your cock, for one second...two...and that's it. You spurt inside of her with a heavenly catharsis. Once. Twice. And then you are too delirious to keep count. You feel the muffled vibrations of her squealing as her fingers work her pussy even more furiously until her entire body starts spasming as you're still unloading into her throat.

Finally, you are done. She sucks as she slowly removes herself from your cock, making sure that she has gotten every drop, then looks up at you with heaving breaths. Her heavy black eyeliner is now running down her cheeks in streaks. Her black lipstick must have gotten all over your cock...at some point, and then she sucked it up with your cum.

"Fuck," she croaks out. "I love giving head."

"I..." you catch your breath. "I might like getting it. Not sure, though."

She breaks apart into sputtering laughs, then punches your arm lightly, and stands up.

"To be clear," she says, as she approaches the sink, and the mirror. "We are not a thing."

"Oh, no," you say. "I get it."

"And you only get to fuck me if I feel like it. I didn't feel like it today."

"Totally understandable."

She studies herself as if pondering a difficult decision, then shrugs and runs water over her entire face, rubbing hard and strong in ways that remind you of the enthusiasm she used to go at your cock. It takes multiple goes with just water, but soon her face is entirely cleared of makeup. She looks back at you, and you see her without it for the first time.

Your heart pulses. Looking at you is a normal nineteen year old girl from Wisconsin. Nothing edgy or seductive about her. Pretty the way a normal girl-next-door would be pretty. A childhood friend kind of pretty.

"What're you looking at?" She asks.

"Nothing, sorry," you say. We are not a thing. "I guess the appropriate thing to say is...thank you?"

She almost folds laughing. Then with her coy smile says. "It was genuinely my pleasure."

She confidently swishes out of the room. Leaving you alone in the bathroom with your thoughts. Maybe hookups are just like this, with just a little bit of a void afterward. You're a little more used to it than you were.

And holy hell did it feel good.

An angry knock on the door interrupts you, probably from someone who suspects what was going on in here, and you are **** to leave.