Trouble

Turning towards the source, you find someone you’ve seen quite a bit of, but have not actually met yet. This was the gal who seemed most keen on making fun of Sam earlier, and was sadistically amused by Diana’s handjob, Claire.

She’s an above average height for a woman, with D cup breasts that have no sag whatsoever. Her hair is strawberry blonde and worn in a bob cut. Down below you see that she keeps her pubic hair trimmed into a landing strip, confirming her hair is naturally that color.

“Enjoying the view?” she asks smugly. She’s smiling, but there’s something almost sinister about how she’s looking at you. Regardless, you’re far too horny to pick and choose who you accept help from.

“I… um…” You try to form words, but all that comes out is stuttered groans.

“Wow, you really are ****.” She says, moving one hand over her mouth as she laughs at your condition. She then sighs, before putting her hands on her hips. “I can’t stand to see a sexy guy like you looking so needy, so I guess it falls to me to help you out.”

She walks over to the wall, planting her hands and bending over.

“Come on big guy, show me what you can do.” She says. You barely hear her voice, too distracted by her pussy that she currently has presented to you. Your cock almost feels like it has a mind of its own, tugging you closer to her and pleading with you to fuck her before she changes her mind. You move up behind her, trying to line yourself up as you mentally prepare to lose your virginity.

It feels too good to be true, and of course, it is. She moves her hand to shield her cunt just as you start to move forward, your cock just rubbing against her fingers.

“Sorry, I just need one thing first.” She says, not moving from her position.

“Anything.” You find yourself saying, your desperation fully taking over.

“Perfect!” She says, standing back up and spinning around to face you. “It’s simple really. Sammy over there was telling me about how she fucking loved it when you painted her lips with your precum. She wants to go even further, but she’s too nervous around studs like you to ask you to ask. I just need you to go over there and ask her to suck you off.”

Your brain, short circuiting as it may be, manages to fire enough neurons to find this strange after how the two girls acted with each other in gym, as well as how Sam talked to you. Claire seems to sense your hesitation.

“I know, I know. I was a bitch to her earlier, she acted like she wanted you dead. We’ve been on the rocks lately, but really we’re best pals. And she just acts tough around you because she’s nervous.” She says. You suppose it’s not impossible, but it feels like a real stretch. “Besides, you’ve got nothing to lose. Either you get to pin me down and fuck me right here, or you get a nice blow job from Sam and you’ll get to scramble my insides later.”

You turn towards Sam, who still is facing away from you, and walk up behind her. As you do, you realize that like many of the other women, she’s been masturbating too. Right now she’s hunched over, one hand against the wall for support while the other seems to be rubbing her crotch as fast as she can. You clear your throat, not really sure how to offer this deal. She jumps in shock, quickly turning around and covering herself.

“W-what the hell do you want?” she asks. The blush on her face and the crack in her voice is all too familiar to you, and you figure she was close to cumming before you interrupted her. You can’t help but sympathize.

“Hey, listen… um…” You stutter, before deciding to just come out and say it. “CanIPleaseFuckYourThroat?”