Yes

The call of the ring ultimately proved too tempting to pass up. As the bell rang and people began to filter out of the classroom you decided it was now or never. Pushing past the throng of students crowding the hallway you cut a path towards Stacy at her locker, feeling your heart pound a mile a minute as you found yourself within her sights.

Stacy and her minions were sneering the moment they saw you approach and it was a struggle for you to contain your antagonism. Squaring your shoulders and putting a bit of confidence in your step, you closed the distance.

“What the fuck do you want, Maywood?” Stacy cast a critical eye over you before glancing about. “Come to defend the honour of your dyke friend for yesterday?”

A chorus of laughter followed her words, but you ignored it. “There’s something I need to talk you about, something really important that you’re going to want to hear.”

Her eyebrow rose slightly. “Oh?”

“But I can only tell you,” you glanced at her two friends, “no one else.”

Stacy rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Maywood, how dumb do you think I am? You really think I’m going to go anywhere with you? That bitch Tina is probably waiting to attack me like the psycho she is.”

“I promise I’m not trying to prank you or anything,” you looked her straight in the eye, projecting as much innocence as you could. “You can even choose the venue if you don’t trust me.”

She looked at you long and hard and for a moment you half expected her to effect a German accent and ask for your papers. But after an eternity she pointed at the nearby empty classroom.

“The math room,” she bit out, “and if I’m not back in five minutes my friends will raise hell.”

The two of you entered the room, your heart pounding as you began to second guess yourself. Would the ring really work? Maybe this whole thing was just in your head. You had had a stressful couple of days afterall.

“So what did you want to tell me?” She asked impatiently.

You decided to roll the dice and showed your right hand. “ I need you to have a look at this.”

The ring glowed brilliantly, your whole body warm with energy. The ruby pulsed as if sensing someone was nearby and whatever argument or dismissal Stacy might have had died as soon as her eyes locked onto the tiny gem.

Stacy’s eyes dilated as she fixated on the crimson glow, her breathing growing heavy. When she finally dragged eyes up to meet yours, it was with a heavy-lidded expression of lust.

“Fuuuck,” she moaned delightfully, “I don’t know why I was such an idiot all these years, ignoring you like I have.” She closed the distance between you, placed her hand on your chest just long enough to feel the heart pounding within in.

“Mike,” she said, softly, “I’ve always thought you were cute. But why did you have to go and hang out with that dyke Tina?”

You felt the instinctive desire to defend your friend, but Stacy silenced you with a sudden kiss. Her lips were plump and delightfully soft against your own, her tongue almost shy as it lightly probed your mouth.

After a moment you both parted and she looked at you with a fierce desire. “That stupid bitch wouldn’t even know what to do with you. Let me show you how a real woman treats her man...”

She sunk low until she was eye level with your crotch, unzipped your jeans and began to lightly caress and lick at your hardening dick. There was a feral grin across her face and she winked up at you, as if to say ‘watch this’.

Your entire length vanished down Stacy’s warm, wet throat, her gullet vibrating waves of pleasure around your cockflesh with every grunt and moan that she uttered. The feeling was maddening as every inch of your manhood was consumed by the wet constricting tunnel of Stacy’s throat, the way her soft fingers palmed around your balls as she’s **** it deeper and deeper inside.

The wet, **** sounds filled the math room as she worked you harder and harder. You could barely contain your own joyous grunts of pleasure as you felt your cum churning away.

It was too much, and after a few minutes your felt yourself unload deep into the greedy throat of Stacy, several spurts of potent seed moving down directly into her stomach.

She held you in place for another moment, working to extract as much as cum from your halls as she could before finally releasing your softening manhood from her mouth. The entire length of your dick coated in saliva.

Stacy knelt there, collecting her thoughts and breathing heavily. She wiped at her mouth, doing her best to clean away the spittle and semen that collected in the corners of her mouth. Eventually she looked up at you with an unreadable expression.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” she said after a moment, her voice strangely quiet. “I know you’re probably going to go brag to your two loser friends about this but....please don’t.”

The sudden vulnerability shocked you. She slowly rose to her feet and looked you straight in the eye for several seconds. Gone was the lust filled being from moments ago, and it was a far cry from the arrogant rich bitch you had known most of your life.

“I....don’t know why I just did that,” she looked away, “but I...think I ...like you. So can we just...” words were failing her, so instead she reached down and took out her phone, “just give me your number.”

You did so mechanically, still half in a daze from possibly the greatest BJ you had ever received in your life. Once the numbers were exchanged, Stacy nodded to herself and pushed past you without another word.

“Huh,” you said aloud, “I guess Tina’s plan worked...”