No, you make a counter offer

?I think not.? you answered.  You?d never been fond of giving a guy a blow job.  All too often, you ended up doing all the work while he got all the pleasure.  Usually it ended badly as well.  He would blow his load in your mouth leaving a bad taste in it.  Or he would shoot his seed all over your face leaving your hair a tangled mess when it dried.  Often both.  Brett flipped open the phone.

?On the other hand,? you continued without missing a beat, ?I would be willing to let you play with these.?  You lifted up the hem of your t-shirt to reveal a black lacy bra.  Your firm mounds were easily large enough to fill the garment?s C-cups.  In fact, they over filled them.  The dark material scarcely reached the top of your bright aureoles.  The tatting covered part of your rock hard nipples, but enough of them showed through the sheer portion to let everyone know they were erect.

With your t-shirt over your face, you didn?t see the smile that appeared on Brett?s face.  You didn?t see him charge you.  You grunted as he crashed into you.  The impact sent the two of you into the teacher?s desk.  You landed flat on your back.  Brett landed on top of you.

Momentum knocked your breasts free of their restraining garment.  A hand quickly circled each of them.  A soft squeeze raised them further.  They came into range of Brett?s waiting mouth.  You moaned as his tongue circled the red nub atop your left breast.  After a minute or so, he switched to your right nipple.  That too brought a moan to your lips.

Without thinking about it, you started to rub his crotch.  You felt the bulge there stiffen.  His cock had to be rock hard.  You continued to rub Brett?s groin.  At the top of each stroke, you worked on Brett?s pants.  After several attempts, the button popped.  From there, it was an easy matter to pull down the zipper.  With a slight hiss, Brett?s pants slid to the floor.  You smiled as you saw the tip of his cock sticking out of the top of his briefs.  Eagerly you grabbed the waistband of his underwear.  His stiff member popped out as you slid his undies down to the floor.

When you felt Brett?s finger slide between your legs and push the silky fabric of your panties into the outer folds of your sex, you realized that your own jeans had joined Brett?s pants on the floor.  They may not have been wet when Brett pushed them in, but when they emerged, your panties were sopping.  You couldn?t deny that between the sight of his member and the way he worked your breasts, you were quite aroused.  In addition to Brett?s rock hard cock, the smile on his face indicated that he was pleased with what he saw.  There was a definite eagerness in his attitude as he reached for the waistband of your panties.  Just as quickly your panties joined your pants on the floor.  Seeing you laying there in all your naked glory, Brett went back to work.