Wait Until Later; Study Now

Thanks to my previous rule change, people believed that the cheerleaders were out of their league and wouldn't ask them out. In other words, I had all the time in the world to make my move- no one would be beating me to it.

And so I **** myself to wait- an unintended consequence of my last change was that it was considered abnormal to approach the cheerleaders, especially with romantic intentions. It would be better to wait and act later.

"-head to the library?" Violet's voice snapped me out of my trance.

I reviewed my memories of the discussion and came to a blank. What had we been talking about? Only too late did I realize that I had said that out loud.

Violet rolled her eyes. "Yes- zone out. It's not like we're on the clock or anything. We were talking about the test we have to take in a half-an-hour. Do you want to come to the library or not?"

"I'll come," I decided, rising and hoisting my bag over my shoulder. The book worked retroactively. Even if someone did ask the cheerleaders out, I had nothing to worry about. I'd deleted all the relationships they had been in before and I could do it again.

Violet walked slightly faster than I did- she had more riding on this test. There were several ways I could manipulate the scores in my favor thanks to the notebook, from convincing Mrs. Clark I was her favorite student and that she ought to influence the scores in my favor to directly changing the answer key so that I was right.

Contrast that to Violet who had no way to cheat on the upcoming test, and one could see why the two of us were taking different approaches to the upcoming test.

Trailing behind did have another advantage. My eyes dipped to below her waist. Violet was pretty- perhaps not stunning like the ladies on the cheer team were, but pretty nonetheless. Besides the cosmetic change that I made to her hair, which gave her a more exotic feel, she was in good shape thanks to her soccer practice.

Nowhere was this more apparent than at her ass, which had been chiseled from constant cardio and lower body exercise.

I lifted my eyes before she could turn and catch me staring just in the nick of time. "Hurry up slowpoke." Violet started at a yell before remembering where she was and transitioning to a low hiss. "We're running out of time." When Violet turned to spoke, she took her lollipop out only to shove it back in when she was done, taking four quick sucks as though to make up for the lost time.

Watching her, I remembered what I'd done to her. My change hadn't been purely physical- the violet hair- I'd also given her a new medical condition. Suckosis meant that she had to suck on anything offered to her, and I was the only one that was aware.

I had intended to take advantage of it to get a blowjob, but we were at school right now. Getting caught might be problematic, but I reasoned that I can always worm my way out of it using the notebook. In fact, it didn't have to come to that- I could use it to pre-emptively reduce our chances of getting caught.

"Hold up- just a sec- almost got it..." I mumbled while reaching into my bag.

"What?"

"I just remembered- I tried to study a few days ago and took a bunch of notes. I have them with me." Funnily enough, I was telling the truth. Time flew when you were having fun- it was difficult to remember that I'd only gotten the notebook recently. Before that, I'd been a normal student- and had the same concerns as one.

As I ruffled through my bag, searching for the notes, a pen, and my book, I was glad to note that Violet had slowed down to let me keep up with her. "Couldn't this have waited until we reached the library?"

She held the door to Stairway Three open for me- our school was a very dense one and to better regulate traffic, the administration had created built four separate stairways. There was the main stairway most people used, running through the center of the building. That one was always crowded. And then there were the side stairways, tying certain wings of the building together that were less-used outside of rush hour.

With a command, I could decrease the traffic even further.

I stepped in and she let the door close behind us. "Does it make sense to head to the library?" I came to a halt, raising the book high, and started to scribble. "We have about twenty-three minutes left. I don't think we're going to be looking up much stuff."

"What do you think we should do then?"

I finished my first new command and looked up, holding up the stack of notes. "We go over these. Hopefully, it'll be enough to get us through the test. They're a lot more concise and time-efficient than the textbook."

Violet hesitated, but the mention of time constraints convinced her to give this a shot. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"What year did the first Spanish settlers arrive in the New World?"

She blinked stupidly and stared at me in askance. "What?"

I repeated the question and took the time it took for her to formulate an answer to write my second rule- one that caused her lollipop to disappear. An addendum got rid of the stash on her person; distributing the pops to Nick, Samantha, and yourself.

Violet is forgetful when it comes to having lollipops on hand. She relies on her friends to have some for her.

"1444," she guessed. "Also, can I have another lollipop?"

"1493," I corrected. "And sorry- that was my last one."

She actually looked mad. "You know I have suckosis! I need my lollipops! What am I supposed to do now?"

It was irrational, but I felt slightly defensive in the face of her anger. Holding my hands up placatingly, I said, "Stop freaking out. You don't need lollipops, you need something to suck on."

"And what do you suggest I suck on, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm a guy- what do you think?"

Violet looked mulish at that- upset that she didn't have any more lollipops, but my initial commands ensured that she'd happily suck on anything offered. "Fine. Drop the pants."

I complied, eagerly. My commands had ensured that I had a good deal of eye-candy to ogle at, ranging from the cheerleaders to my sister, but I hadn't done a particularly good job at capitalizing on it to have sex. The closest I'd gotten was the titjob from mom before I came here.

Consequently, I was pent-up and backed up to the extent that it physically pained me to have to do what I did next.

Before Violet could dive on to my member, one of my hands knotted through her purple hair, stopping her. "What is a Mestizo?" At her surprised look, I explained, "Best get some studying in. We are, as you noted, on the clock. Get the answer right and-" I thrust forward slightly, my erect seven-inches tapping the side of her face before I withdrew- "you get this. Get it wrong, and no sucking for you."

I wanted Violet to come to see getting to suck me off as a reward and a privilege; not as a chore. It was best to get the associations in as quickly as possible.

"That's inhumane," she complained. "I have a medical condition. You wouldn't withhold a cancer patient's meds to get him to perform better on a test, would you?"

"We have twenty-two," I stopped and checked my wristwatch, "Make that nineteen- nineteen minutes until the test starts. Going nineteen minutes without something to suck on won't kill you." I caught her pleading eyes and wavered- Violet was a very nice girl and a good friend. I offered a new compromise, "How about this- get the question right and I'll let you continue sucking me while I ask the next question. Faster you take a crack at this, faster you get this."

Thrust once more. Violet tries to dart forward to capture my member before I can withdraw this time, but the hand wound up in her pink locks stop her, getting her to withdraw once more. I don't say anything- I don't need to.

Realizing that I was serious about my rules, Violet relents and thinks it over. "Mestizo- that means 'mixed-race' in Spanish, right? I think those were colonists that were half-native and half-Spanish."

That was exactly right. I don't tell her that; me releasing my grip on her hair was answer enough. She dived.

I'd never cared much for blowjobs. I always thought of it like this: A handjob was completely useless- guys gave themselves handjobs all the time. We just called it masturbation. Getting it from a girl wasn't nothing, but it wasn't quite what any guy was looking for. A blowjob was a step up, but still not great. A bit like a handjob with lotion added in for moistness. The true prize had always been in proper sex.

The few blowjobs I had gotten had been subpar, and consequently, I preferred to skip foreplay altogether. If I had to, I'd eat a girl out- anything to speed up the foreplay and get to the good stuff.

I hadn't been expecting much from Violet and so she had little trouble blowing my expectations out of the water. I realized why some guys liked this so much- the difference that enthusiasm made when it came to blowjobs belied words.

Violet didn't suck- she bobbed. I'd been looking at my notes and had only seen her from my peripheral vision, but I had still managed to see how her modest breasts jiggled in her crop top as she dove, her supple thighs unfolding beneath her to give her an extra boost as she moved. Her entire body went into that initial motion, trying to get as much of me into her as possible.

That first moment had me seeing stars as my dick disappeared down her tight throat. The following had my vision going white- like when she had to take out the lollipop, Violet tried to make up for lost time with speed. She sucked faster and harder than she would otherwise, all while running her tongue all over my dick, starting with the underside before transitioning to the sides and then back again.

The wave of pleasure had me on edge and I desperately sucked in my stomach while clenching my fists, trying to keep from cumming. Part of it was that I'd not been expecting this- I had been expecting something slower and more evenly paced. I needed time to reorient myself. Desperately, I asked the next question that had been on the list. "What's the difference between a creole and a peninsulares?"

Fortunately- or perhaps, unfortunately- Violet pulled off in seconds, leaving me panting. She looked more sated now than she had been before. "A creole- isn't that a Native American tribe? And the peninsulares would be another tribe then, right?"

"Peninsulares were Spaniards that were born in Spain and either moved to the colonies or were sent by the government on business. A Creole was a Spaniard with no native blood in them but were born outside of Spain- in other words, they were Spaniards born in the colonies."

Violet had that look on her face- the one that people got when they knew that they had screwed up. I let her stew for a few seconds. "We never did discuss what we'd do if you got a question wrong, did we?"

"Move on to the next one," she offered hopefully. I almost hated to have to crush said hope.

"So you get a reward if you get a question right and no punishment if you get one wrong? That hardly seems fair."

Violet's face dropped, but only slightly. She'd expected this. "What do you want?" Her eyes were fixated on my dick- and I could see the desperation encroach on her face once more. The longer she went when without something to suck the more **** she became- and the more eagerly she'd suck when I put my dick back in. I could take advantage of that.

"I'd take away your reward for one question- so the next one you get right isn't going to get you this," my dick collides with her left cheek, leaving a thin trail of her spit where the two meet.

Violet barely notices, panicked as she is. "You can't-"

I cut her off with a wave. "That would be cruel, which is why I reconsidered. I'll give you the chance to choose an equivalent punishment. Come up with a good one, and we'll use that instead. Fail and my original punishment stands."

Violet went quiet for a few seconds. I could see her wrestle with her choices. She didn't want to name something too bad- but at the same time, she didn't want to lose the opportunity to suck me off. She didn't want to risk naming something too benign and having it backfire.

The seconds ticked on, and Violet still didn't get anything in her mouth. The desperation mounted and- "I'll escalate," she shouted.

I blinked. "What?"

"You're enjoying this too, right?" She had heard me groan in pleasure, so she already knew the answer to that. "How about this- every time I get something wrong, I go a bit further. Starting with this." She slipped her crop top off, baring her breasts. To further entice me, Violet cupped her hands under her breasts, lifting and jiggling them slightly.

My commands had been that Violet would happily suck anything offered to her- it hadn't included the rest of this. This was all her. Violet wanted to suck me off so badly that she was willing to do this.

"That'll do," I acknowledged faintly, but would it? I wanted her to view giving me a blowjob as a reward. That was clearly working, but this new development held the risk of making her view having sex with me as a punishment. I didn't want that, but it didn't matter. I'd already agreed and there was no way for me to backtrack.

With any luck, she wouldn't come to view sex with me in those terms. A different and far more appealing possibility would be if she came to view sex as transactional- that is to say, something she offered to get something she wanted. If luck didn't favor me, the notebook would still serve. I could always make her change her mind through it.

The thought made me relax entirely, and I put the potential hiccup in my plan out of my mind.

Instead, my focus was diverted to something far more enjoyable- Violet's tits. They were gorgeous, with tiny pink nipples that looked sweet. The type that I'd love to swirl my tongue around and suck on.

The girl said tits were attached to wasn't looking nearly as pleased. The longer the delay stretched, the longer she had to go without sucking anything. "Can I get the next question?" Her arms crossed underneath her fun bags, lifting them. I couldn't tell if that was an intentional move or not. Violet might have intended to spur me into action with that.

If that had been her intention, it worked, but not in the way she'd probably hoped. I wanted to see what else she'd take off, so I skipped straight to the end and asked one of the harder questions on the list.

Predictably, Violet didn't know the answer- and from the look of frustration on her face, she realized that she'd get it wrong. Rather than waste even more time by trying to guess, Violet did the next best thing and skipped straight to the punishment.

I had expected her to take off another article of clothing- her pants for instance. I wouldn't have minded that. Long hours of running and soccer had conspired to give Violet toned legs leading to a top-notch ass.

Violet had something else in mind, however. She moved closer to me in hesitant motions; a sharp contrast to her earlier eagerness. Once she reached me, her intent became clear. Her hands pressed down on her tits from either side, sandwiching my dick in between them. And then she moved, bobbing up and down; the saliva coating my member allowing for a smooth ride as Violet gave me a titjob.

It didn't seem nice to compare two women when having sex, but I couldn't help it. The problem with Violet's titjob was that her breasts were too small. I'd given my mother a boost in that regard, which meant that when she'd done this for me, all of my dick was ensconced in the heavenly clouds.

With Violet, her breasts were too small to wrap around me. Consequently, both the front and the head of my dick was left exposed as she worked the sides; the sensation made all the more unpleasant by the rapidly cooling saliva on it.

I was therefore thankful that Violet had ulterior motives for giving me a titjob. Her next move made it clear why she'd chosen this over taking off another article of clothing. Her mouth opened and she captured the exposed tip of my dick.

She sucked lightly, as though she wasn't sure if she should be doing this. A dark eye glanced up at me, as though asking if this was okay. Part of her must have been expecting that I'd be angry at her subverting the rules that we set.

I wasn't.

A glance at my clock showed that we had less than five minutes left. We'd been on a timer since the very beginning, and we'd wasted a lot of time laying out ground rules and the like. With less than five minutes on the clock, I decided to end this session on a mutually happy note.

And so I offered a nod. Permission granted, Violet sucked with renewed enthusiasm, bobbing and jiggling delightfully as she went. I relaxed, no longer trying to fight against my impending orgasm, and lost myself in the haze of pleasure brought by Violet's masterful tongue.

The orgasm came soon after, most of the discharge landing in Violet's mouth- something else for her to suck on- but the rest dribbled onto her breast. To my surprise, she didn't seem to care. Without cleaning up, she pulled her crop top back on, hiding the cum shot but not erasing it.

It aroused me to think of it drying on her, marking her in a sense. I didn't say anything consequently- if she wanted to carry on like that, she wouldn't hear me protesting.

Afterward, we rushed to the classroom, arriving with some time to spare.

We had assigned seats that came with their own desks. It didn't surprise me to see that Violet had stashed some lollipops in hers. She pulled one out as she sat down.

I, on the other hand, pulled out my notebook, ostensibly for some last-minute studying as the last students trickled in and Mrs. Clark got ready to hand out the tests. In reality, I surreptitiously wrote down one last rule.

Violet would rather suck my dick than lollipops.

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