Epilogue: That Didn't Take Long

Sitting down expectantly, Mini-skirt drapes herself around your shoulders in a very un-teacherly manner. You're made more nervous by Lily suddenly getting to her knees in front of you.

"Pop quiz," says Mini-skirt. "Question one: What do you taste like?"

"Uhhh..." You don't know the answer to that one. It's not the kind of knowledge you'd expect to find in any syllabus, and you've definitely never tried to find out on your own time.

Your attempt to explain the difficulties of finding out for yourself are interrupted by the sound of your fly being unzipped. Lily wastes no time reaching in and pulling out your dick.

"What's the matter?" Mini-skirt whispers. "Too hard?"

"Oh, I'd say he's just about perfect," Lily says before taking your entire dick into your mouth.

You sit in stunned silence, barely able to register the sensation of her warm tongue dancing around your shaft. She didn't look like a straight-A student, but she must really want to get the answer right. It isn't long before you feel the pressure building in your crotch, swelling and swelling until finally splurting into Lily's hungry mouth.

Immediately, your vision begins to swim as the world spins around you. You feel as though you're tumbling into space, being sucked out of yourself into a warm, wet void.

Your last thought is to worry about how you'll answer question two.