Stroke it for you.

“Maybe I should… stroke it for you… until we get to the nurse’s office.” She wrapped her entire hand around my cock, and stroked with newfound confidence, if not a little obvious inexperience. “I may not be quite as good at it as Susan, or Mrs. Kunt… but I’m sure I can… pull it off.” She blushed after realizing her poor choice of words, or perhaps apt choice of words, and giggled a little bit. “Sorry…” she said, smiling sheepishly. “This is… okay with you, right?”

I managed a nod in agreement.

“Well, let’s get going then.” She stood up once more, continuing to masturbate me with her right hand as she did.

After a moment’s confusion on which side of me she need to stand if she were to continue her manual stimulation of my exposed crotch, we continued down the hall, albeit at an even slower pace from before, so much so that it was becoming doubtful that I’d make it to the nurses office before homeroom let out for first period. The image of students clamoring through the halls, bumping into one another trying to get out of the way as Tiffany and I worked our way carefully down the hall with my penis in her delicate hand lit a bit of a fire under my bottom, and I tried to hurry our pace. This merely caused Tiffany to trip over my legs, tightening her grip on my member to steady herself.

“Whoops. Sorry. We need to slow down a little,” she said. I knew Tiffany was smart; the type of person certainly capable of walking and chewing bubble gum at the same time, but evidently this was more difficult than that. She had to simultaneously concentrate on rubbing my dick (something she appeared to have little to no experience at), navigating the hallway, and making sure we didn’t trip over each other’s legs in such awkward positioning.

I too, had multiple items to focus on. For one, trying to move us through the halls as quickly as I could without my traveling companion complaining or tripping, two, making sure I didn’t trip over her or my own legs myself, and above all else, the overwhelming sexual pleasure she was giving me. She may not be experienced, but she was certainly giving it her best try, and to me, it seemed she was succeeding. I had to concentrate just to keep my legs from buckling, and inadvertently causing another pileup. I guessed she was putting most of her concentration toward the hand job, from the looks she kept on giving it, and as if to prove me right, she tripped over my legs again.

“Oops, my fault,” she offered as apology, slowing down even more.

The slower the pace of our walking, the better the handjob was, so I didn’t complain, despite knowing full well where this would all lead to, me exposed in the busy halls, students screaming, or maybe laughing at me. I didn’t really care at that moment. I was lost in ecstasy.

Breathing heavily, panting almost, we continued down the hall at our snails pace. I tried to control my breathing, for some reason trying to hide from Tiffany just how good it felt, but that just made it worse. I let out a loud moan involuntarily, and was promptly shushed by Tiffany.

“Shhhh!” She went, moving her finger from her pursed lips to across mine, demanding my silence. “There’s people in class… they’ll hear.” She removed her finger from my mouth, and then, tragically, removed her other hand from my aroused penis.