Ruby!

“I’m ready to continue where we left off yesterday,” Ruby says, shutting the door behind her.

Considering what happened yesterday… what does that actually mean? You look Ruby up and down, trying to get a better read on her. She’s dressed simply, with a white tee and hot pink shorts on, and a set of bright red flats that matches the lipstick on her mouth. And what a mouth!

With the way her tongue is running over her lips, the way she’s looking at your crotch, the way she’s sashaying up to you… yeah, her intentions are clear now.

“What’s the rush?" you ask softly, wrapping your arms around her as she sits on your lap. Though you don’t want to look the gift horse in the mouth, this is quite a different tune than what you were hearing before.

“It’s September 6!” she says, as if that answers everything, but seeing the confused look on your face: “September 6, like 6/9, 69… It’s a Stonewall tradition to 69 on 69, or didn’t you know?”

Oh, this is a thing? You shake your head in response. And also… “Isn’t today 9/6? Did we suddenly become Europeans or something?”

“Hush, why so many questions? We’re out of school June 9th, so this is what we get instead,” she says, running a hand beneath your pants. Well, that makes sense, and you’ve got no objections, especially considering the way she’s pushed you onto the table now, your pants and underwear all of a sudden pulled down, and her tongue running down the length of your shaft.

God that feels good. With a swift motion, she takes your cock into her mouth. Looking up at you with those large doe eyes of hers, she slowly begins to work your length, painted red lips doing all they can to fluff you up.

“That should do it nicely,” she says, lifting her mouth off your now-hard cock. On its own volition, it twitches in the air, and she laughs, stroking it. “Aww, don’t worry too much. You’ll be nice and warm soon… once I start getting a little action.”

You know your cue when you hear it, and you sit up, grabbing Ruby by her hips. You twist her around, so that her ass faces you, and you run your hands up her shorts, getting a real good feel of her smooth thighs and ass. Your hands run higher, grabbing her waistband, and you strip off her shorts from the inside, revealing her thin red underwear. That goes, too, without much of a second thought.

You’re teased with the sight of her folds, just a hint of that pink pussy puffing out, and you run a finger back and forth along the slit, watching as she inches downwards, trying to get you to penetrate her. You toy with her, keeping your finger on the exterior of her folds, and she wriggles her bum downwards, chasing that loner finger, until you’ve got her pussy lips just where you want it—by yours.

She lets out a sweet “Mmmmm” as your finger is replaced by a tongue, one that eagerly plunges into her depths, taking a good lap of her juices. You feel her body pressed down over yours, and a moment later, she’s taken the tip of your cock back into her mouth.

You take your tongue around the exterior of her folds again, and she whimpers slightly, wanting you back inside of her, though the exact words are lost as she begins to bob against your cock. She shifts her ass, trying to cheat you out of your fun, but your hands hold firm onto her ass, keeping her in place.

Left without any options either, she plays dirty too, lifting her head up and running her tongue across the head and only the head of your cock. Your ultra-sensitive member doesn’t take kindly to it, and you have to stop yourself from thrusting into her mouth. You’re going to give in to temptation. Not yet.

You take things slow, tongue just barely parting her folds, and she matches you, slipping just a tiny bit more of your cock into her mouth. So this is the game she wants to play. As you give her more, tongue tracing a deep arc within her depths, she descends, taking more and more of your length and enveloping it in her hot mouth.

The two of you are in sync as you begin to work your tongue muscles, painting patterns inside of her pussy while she works up to a fine, fine pace. Ruby tastes good, salty but good, and wanting to last longer, you keep things moving at a slow, steady rate. Class is a distant concern in your mind—you’ve still got time, right? At any rate, the thought floats away as you feel Ruby give your cock the proper ministration that it requires, shivers of pleasure running through your loins.

You don’t even have to turn to her clit for it to happen. Her thighs, tucked on either side of your face, start to wobble, and she lets out a deep moan as she starts to cum. Ruby’s a good girl, and even while she’s writhing in the throes of ecstasy, she doesn’t forget about the hard cock in her mouth. She goes fast, giving it her all, and as her body goes through its final few spasms, she has your length covered, saliva mingling with pre-cum across your cock, and shiiiittt…. that’s it.

You cum too, thick ropes of jizz splashing straight down her throat, and just as you lapped her juices, taking all the good with the bad, she returns the favor, receiving your seed in her warm mouth. She slides off your face, and lays next to you on the library table, her head by your toes.

“Fuck, that was good,” she mutters. Her mouth is empty. She’s swallowed your cum.

“So remind me… why do we only do this on September 6th again?” you ask.

“Well if it was all year round, we wouldn’t do much of anything else, would we?” she giggles, before her phone buzzes. She checks it, and starts a little. “Fuck! I’ve got class in ten!”

“We could skip…” you venture, but she shakes her head, already starting to get dressed.

Well, if she’s done, then you are, too. You head out the little room with Ruby, hoping that nobody passed by, duck into a nearby bathroom to freshen up for a minute, and head over to microeconomics.

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