Growth.

My fingers were already wet with Grace’s juices. I stood in front of her and kneeled down, spreading her legs and closing in on her pussy. The smell was intoxicating, inviting, invigorating.

I had read in random internet comments –which one shouldn’t blindly trust– that vaginas usually smell tangy or coppery, sometimes even slightly sweet. Yet I swear that to me it smelled even sweeter, as if to draw me in. And it worked.

I ran my tongue along her slit, slowly, up and down. The taste was just as amazing as the smell. Grace sucked in a hard breath. Her legs shook and she grabbed tightly onto the edge of the desk.

“Fuck…!” she gasped, throwing her head back.

I continued just like that for a good while. Licking up and down with the flat and underside of my tongue, which she seemed to enjoy a lot. After a while, I pushed my tongue inside and started licking in counter-clockwise circles.

“Hhnngg!” Grace arced her back, supported herself with a hand on the desk and grabbed a handful of my hair. Her breathing was heavy, her moans louder than before. God bless this insulated music room.

Next thing I did was add a bit of suction as I worked my tongue, mainly in the upper area of her pussy, right where her clit was. At that, Grace went insane.

“FUCK!” Her hips were bucking involuntarily, her grip on my hair got stronger and her moans were even louder. “Don’t stop that, Oliver! Don’t fucking stop! I’ll die if you stop!”

The game was that she was the one who should do as I said, not the other way around. But fuck the game. Show me a straight man who doesn’t feel like a god while making a woman scream like that.

I continued in the exact same way, moving my tongue and sucking on Grace’s clit. Her legs writhed and her hips shook. Soon enough, Grace was coming from me eating her out, pressing her lips together in an attempt to silence her screams.

It was my intention to give her a moment before doing more, because I would do more, but Grace put her hands at each side of my face and guided me up to meet her lips again, this time in a fierce, fervent kiss.

She licked my lips, my gums, my tongue, tasting herself in me and either not caring or finding it even hotter. She held me close and tightly, moaning and grunting into my mouth. And thanks to my sixth sense, I was able to tell that one reason for the kiss was to hold back her frustration. Frustration at not being able to say… something. I had an idea of what that ‘something’ was, but I dared not indulge that thought any further.

“You’re the best,” she told me, gasping and moving a few strands of hair out of my face. “You’re the fucking best.”

“...The world is big,” I said, laughing nervously.

“And still you’re the fucking best.”

I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. “More?”

“Please. I should be satisfied with that, but you make me want even more.”

“Undress. Take everything off,” I dared to tell her.

Fucking in school was exciting. It felt dangerous, daring, and it hit that spot of nor caring about time nor place and just go at it. But this room in particular gave me a sense of safety. It was unused, forgotten, in a corner of school that, for years, saw no one save for me. Soundproofed for school activities and with thick curtains to stop the sun from getting in anyone’s eyes during classes. Here, we could do anything.

Grace unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as she could, stepped out of her skirt and even her socks. And pretty as it was, she even set aside her red silk underwear. In seconds, Grace stood before me as naked as the day she was born. Yet I only took off my jacket and my tie.

I pushed Grace against the whiteboard. She shuddered and giggled, more than likely from the contact with the cold surface.

“Undo my belt,” I ordered, yet at the same time I went for a kiss, leaving her to blindly attend to her task. Grace grinned as we made out, relishing the little challenge.

As she put her hands to work I did the same with mine, cupping a fondling Grace’s irresistible, voluptuous chest. Her body reacted at the touch with a delicious squirm from head to toes. I think the overload of sensations made her struggle more than working blind. The button of my pants gave her more trouble than my belt, but she took care of both soon enough. She held my dick tenderly with both hands and stroked it.

“Turn around,” I said.

Grace pecked my lips one last time before she did, putting her hands on the whiteboard and slightly sticking her ass out. My hands went back to her tits and I snuck my dick between her thighs and pressed the shaft against her pussy lips. Grace understood immediately and pressed her thighs together.

I moved back and forth while I fondled her tits and kissed the back of her neck. My dick got soaked on Grace’s dripping juices, making fucking her thighs even smoother. But this was nothing more than a short indulgence on my part.

I pulled away for a moment and lightly pushed Grace’s legs open. I bent my knees slightly to go in from below, aiming for an upward angle, then held Grace’s waist and pushed half my cock inside her.

Her body shook, and she tried and failed to scratch the smooth surface of the whiteboard. Her pussy clamped around me, and she let out a soft moan. “Ooh! That’s…!”

I got it on the first. “Does it feel good there?”

“Yes!”

The new position Sarah showed me yesterday had been enlightening. In my inexperience, I had believed that sex was all about going deep. My first experiences had confirmed that to some extent. All I had to do was thrust hard and deep, and Mila, Grace and Sarah all went crazy. But that didn’t mean there weren’t other places to stimulate, other ways to find pleasure. Even if they loved it deep, maybe it didn’t always have to be like that. Sarah had shown me that yesterday, and Grace was giving me some confirmation now. In the same way, I now knew it didn’t always have to be fast and hard.

I moved slowly, pulling out and pushing in at the perfect angle to reach Grace’s sweet spot. It was almost like scraping at that place, hitting it on the way in and rubbing it on the way out. And Grace was absolutely loving it.

“Oooh! Oh my god! Yes. Yes! Oliver, I…! God, that’s amazing!”

I kept at it, but I did move my hands further down, from her waist to that incredible bubble butt. I squeezed it while I thrust up, and in so doing I saw her… other hole.

…

There were many ways to find pleasure, many ways to have sex. But there was a time and place. We could talk about that one another day. For the moment, I focused on my task, and doing so was getting more and more difficult as my own pleasure piled up. As focused as I was, it felt too good to ignore for me as well.

“Mmm! I’m coming again! Oliver, come inside me, please!” My pleasure peaked only seconds after hers did. Grace rode an intense orgasm while I came inside her.

My first one of the day, and who knew if there’d be another today. I did want more, but Grace looked spent for the moment, and though I was sure she’d recover enough for another round after a short rest, there were about 15 minutes until classes started. Better play it safe with our time left.