Some honest relief

Miranda had been quite sweet to him when they last parted after their Saturday morning tryst in the library, and Peter had vague fantasies about a masculine, assertive approach. But, alone in his crush's room, his old nervous instincts came in and he just went with a more passive approach.

"I know we were supposed to wait until Monday," Peter whispered, double-checking to make sure the door behind him was closed. "But my, um, balls are throbbing? And it's really painful?" Peter decided to leave out Kat's half-finished blowjob -- it was kind of irresponsible of him and frankly that was a whole can of worms he didn't know what to think about, yet.

"...So why didn't you just, you know...jack off?" Miranda quirked a single eyebrow at him.

Fuck, she's cute when she does that, Peter thought. And damn, I always wished I could move my eyebrows independently.

"Weeeelllll, I kinda actually already did, once, this evening." Peter was weirdly embarrassed about admitting to anybody, much less Miranda, that he'd masturbated. It was such a private thing! "But now my roommate and his sister were both in my room, and I didn't think the public bathrooms would be a safe place, since, you know, the whole...maybe-magic-maybe-not cum thing."

Miranda picked up her phone and glanced at the screen. The reflected light from the screen highlighted the sensuous curves of her cheeks and lips, sending a little lurch through his body. "Damn, Pete, I thought I drained you pretty good this morning but it's not yet 2am. That makes it...less than 17 hours and you're begging me to get you off? And you already came once in-between?"

Peter nodded, sheepishly, but then felt like this conversation wasn't going exactly how he wanted it. "It's not just that, Miranda -- I mean, I also really did want to see you, not just --"

She cut him off, doing a weird voice -- "You come to me -- on the night of the day we already had sex -- and you ask me to drain your balls?"

Peter paused, confused. Wait, was that..."Was that...a Godfather impression?"

Miranda laughed, then caught herself making too much noise and turned it into a silent little smirk. "Ok, ok, come here Petey-boy. I gotta admit I'm feeling pretty horny for that definitely-magic cock of yours." She closed the small gap between them, reaching for his pants. Peter's heart skipped three beats as her perfect face grew closer in the dim light of her desk lamp. "But remember, quiet, okay? There's been a bunch of drama in the house recently about sex. Pants off, big boy."

Hastily, Peter shucked off his exercise shorts and boxers as Miranda's questing hand found his bare, half-hard cock and immediately began stroking it. The touch of her cool fingers caused Peter to shudder in desire, and the ache in his balls went from a dull throbbing to something less painful but more...insistent. He must have let out a small moan because Miranda brought her other finger to his lips to shush him. After Peter nodded in understanding, Miranda smiled (that smile!) and sank down to her knees.

The Korean-American, perfect grade, social princess, flawless bodied, sorority dream girl smiled dreamily at Peter's cock. She then closed her eyes, leaned in, and pressed her nose right against Peter's hanging ballsack and taking a long sniff of his potent pheromones. She let out a long, shuddering exhale before opening her eyes, looking up at Peter, and reminding him to silence with her finger on her pink lips.

Peter nodded, trying to fix the image in his memory -- this perfect Asian hottie, kneeling at his knees, his big cock looming over her face, in the dim light of the room -- but all rational thought was driven out of his brain as Miranda then took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. The transition was mind-blowing. From his cock bobbing in the air, Miranda's fingers lightly stroking him, to suddenly the incredible heat and tightness of her mouth -- her mouth, his cock was in Miranda Kim's mouth, her tongue was licking his swollen, sensitive cockhead -- stars exploded in Peter's head.

Miranda soon backed up, taking a quiet breath, and looked up and him with a little wink, and then started sucking his cock in earnest, her soft tongue lavishing his sensitive glans with hot, wet friction. With her left hand, she started smearing her saliva all over the remaining inches of Peter's thick shaft, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth.

Peter did his best to suppress any grunts and moans, but it was hard with the pure sensory stimulation -- the delicious friction on his cock, the visual of Miranda's gorgeous face impaling itself on his rod, the quiet slurping sounds coming from their connection, the unmistakably girly smell of her room. He knew he'd have to do something besides just stand there if he wanted to keep quiet and not get Miranda in trouble.