Yes, but only one end.

I feel him tighten up, that last split second before he lets it all go. I tighten my lips around his cock as that first ripple of convulsion reaches the end of his cock and I taste that first blast of his seed on my tongue.

At the same time this is going on, behind me, Garrett accelerates (how fast does he move his hand on his solo missions?) and while it isn't the prettiest orgasm but it was real. Garrett likes my sounds of pleasure which are not fake at this point. I would never want to have sex this way again, but I'm impressed. Garrett probably has no idea where or what the clitoris is, and somehow he hit the nail on the head. With a little help from me, technically.

Garrett says "Oh my god, I hope you're on birth control because I'm gonna cum inside of your tight virgin pussy!"

He thinks I'm a virgin. I realize I need to do some quick thinking because when he goes and it's all over Perkins' desk the gig is up. I reach under my breasts and tug the hem of my shirt as far down toward my waist as I can and arch my back a little, leaving a sizeable air gap between the inside of the shirt and my skin. I'm hoping the angle is right.

I feel the twitch of his cock between my thighs. He is still going 100 miles an hour, but I also feel something hot and sticky spattering on my chest at random intervals. Finally it stops, and he stops, "pulls out" and appreciates the view. I look back at him.

He says, "Okay, let me see it." Perkins looks at me, almost in a panic, realizing what he is looking for. I play dumb (people assume blondes are stupid, and stupid people really assume blondes are stupid) and ask "See what?"

He said, "My cum. Squeeze it out of your pussy." Perkins' mouth is open but he doesn't have words. Perkins managed to sit down behind the desk, and it is clear Garrett has no clue that he was sharing me.

I say, in the most seductive voice I can muster, "You buried it so deep inside me it will be days before it comes out."

Garrett ponders what I said for a moment, then the bigest dopey-ass smile spreads on his face. "Holy shit, I thought that only happened in porn."

Perkins' mouth is still open. I stand up, turn to the side, bend down and pull my thong and jeans back up. As I stand up, I feel where my shirt caught the rest of it as my shirt is now clinging to me from just above the waist to my breasts. Garrett points at my shirt and asks, "What's that?"

Perkins had closed his mouth finally, but it's open again. Just don't say anything Perkins, I've got this.

I say "Its a scientific fact that some women orgasm so hard they actually come out of their nipples. I happen to be one of those women."

Perkins looks at me with the most incredulous look. This is how I made it through high school. How fitting that on my last day of biology class I string together enough bullshit that totally tops anything I ever did on any of his tests.

Garrett's mouth is open too. I put my hand under his chin and push it up so his mouth closes. While this was not how I planned on spending skip day, it was actually fun in some really bizarre and twisted way. I take my tee shirt off and wipe off my belly. I pull my hoody out of my bag and slip it over. I ball the shirt up and put in my bag, hoping it at least contains the smell during the car ride or else I'm going to get grilled like crazy by Eric and Lewis.