Go for her weak spot

Sneakily, I slide my hand down to Alice's lower back, gently massaging until I reach her little ass. I begin caressing her butt cheeks, eliciting more muffled moans from her. I take my time, really showing her a good time, moving from one cheek to the other playfully. Alice is just resting on my chest, absolutely at peace. But as much as I enjoy fondling her ass, I have others things in mind.

Using my wrists, I gently spread Alice's butt cheeks, taking extra care not to touch her panties as I do so. My fingers then diligently press the fabric of her panties down against her skin and in between her ass. Alice is covered in sweat and as soon as I lift my wrists, her cheeks fall back into place, dragging the glued fabric along and really shaping to all of Alice's curves. The fabric is so thin and wet, it's almost as if Alice was laying naked on top of me. Still unaware of my intentions, Alice is suddenly surprised by the tip of my middle finger brushing against her barely protected asshole.

Just like before, her eyes spring open like bullets. I then proceed to give my finger a slow and sensual sniff, making one hell of a show out of it. I needed her blood boiling. I needed her awake for me. In a mix of awe and disgust, Alice just manages to utter. – "Ew, Mr. Archer! That's so... that was in my butt!"

"Not in it, honey. Just... on it." – I say sniffing it harder – "Unfortunately."

Alice was finally awake again, unsure about what she'd just seen. But instead of pulling away, she grabs my hair and kisses me with her soft lips.

"I... can’t believe how much you accept me, Mr. Archer. We’ve been together for… like... one day… one day and I already feel much closer to you than I ever was to Jim…"

"Me too, baby. I feel like I’ve known you forever. Of course I accept you. I always will."

"I... love you, Mr. Archer." - She tells me, staring straight into my eyes."

"Okay, love."

"Why don’t you believe me?! You think I’m just a foolish teenager, don’t you?" – Asks a crestfallen Alice.

"You know I don’t think that. You know that. It’s just… it's pretty early, still. This is our first proper day together… I just don't want you to rush things. You're beautiful, smart, dedicated, sexy. I don't wanna risk ruining things by rushing is all."

I had made Alice blush again. She was so shy at times, yet so confident at others. Teenagers…

"I know, and we'll take our time, ok? We will. I think you’re the best boyfriend ever, Mr. Archer. I really love you." – She repeats, hugging me.

I kiss the top of her head lovingly, inhaling her shampoo and inadvertently triggering another rush of blood to my cock. - "So... girlfriend." - I reiterate. - "Any chance you can tell that to him, too?" – I posit, poking her belly with my hard-on.

Amid giggles, Alice slides down on the futon. Our sweaty bodies make everything hotter as I watch her kneel between my legs. This time, I reach for the glass and instruct her to spread it on my dick. She nods but, instead of doing as she's told, she simply places the cup on the ground.

"There’s something else I wanna try first... boyfriend."

Trying to raise my legs, Alice goes for the rimjob again. But after last time, I don't feel like taking take any chances.

"No, honey. We agreed to leave that for later."

"But I want it!"

"I want it, too, it's not about that. Just… let it go, ok?"

"But I wanna do it, Mr. Archer!"

"Look, Alice, after last time, I don’t want things to go astray again, ok? Let’s just sk…"

"I wanna do it. I want it!" – She nags loudly, kind of getting a little impertinent.

"Look, how do I know you’re not backing out again? I don’t want it to be like last time…"

"I won’t, I swear!."

"Why do you even want it, Alice? Why now? You said so much about it..."

"Because I love you... because I accept you…"

"You said that last time, too..."

"But now it’s different, I promise!"

"How is it any different than 40 minutes ago, Alice? Plus, it shouldn't just be about me. You say you wanna do it just for me."

"No, Mr. Archer! I... like pleasing you! You’re my boyfriend and… I want to be a good girlfriend…"

"I already told you you're a good..."

"I want it, Mr. Archer, I want it! Please?" - She interrupts me again.

"Alice... Jesus... what exactly do you want?"

"I want to... you know... lick you…"

"You did. You already have... I need to hear you say it, Alice. What. Do. You. Want?"

"I want to lick you… your butt."

"It sure sounds like you do..." - I reply in sarcasm. -"You’re gonna have to do better than that to convince me."

"I want to lick your butt!" - She half-yells, almost childishly.

"Don’t you mean my ass, Alice? You can’t even say it…"

"Yes... yes… I want to lick your... ass."

"You sure about that, Alice? Cuz I'm not, I could barely hear you…"

"Yes, I want it! I’m sure!"

"Of what?"

"Of wanting to lick your... asshole!" - She suddenly bursts, blushing immediately.

"My asshole? You wanna lick my asshole? The same asshole that’s been sweating all day in this office?" - I push.

"Yes... I want to lick your sweaty asshole. Please?!" – She replies, almost tearing up.

"This sweaty asshole? Same one that’s been gathering butt juice all day?"

"Yes, I want to lick your sweaty, juicy asshole!" – Alice yells, a bit too loud for school property.

Mesmerized, I still feel the need to advise. - "You know, Alice, if you do do it, it’s gonna taste…"

"I wanna taste your sweaty, juicy asshole, Mr. Archer!" - She didn't even let me finish, not even realizing I was actually not playing around. But who am I to deny a hungry teenager, right? So I decide to really engage.

"Oh yeah? How bad do you want it?"

"Really bad! I really, really want it!"

"Say it, Alice!" - I order, squeezing her ass. - "Tell me what you wanna do."

"I really, really wanna lick and taste your sweaty, juicy asshole, Mr. Archer! Please? Pleeeeease?!" - She begs, uttering what were probably the hottest words any teenager has ever said in the history of mankind. - "You're my boyfriend and I love you. I wanna prove it to you! Pretty please with a cherry on top?!" - She cutely adds. I don’t even know if she realized what she was saying, but now I had a choice to make.