You bet your ass, it is

I stepped into class still feeling that fresh, shower clean from this morning. Nice and clean. Ready for the day, and whatever it holds for me. Friday, baby. Invigorating, although it could have been from the blowjob I got yesterday. God. It felt so damn good to unload in her mouth. I smiled, glancing at her as I took my seat. Back to those tight, light blue jeans. A loose, crop top sweater, with slightly baggy sleeves that hung down to barely show her fingertips. She definitely knew how to dress to impress.

She glanced up at me from her desk once I sat down, as if waiting for me to notice her looking. I smirked, then uncharacteristically looked down at my desk. Not shy, but more of an amused grin. I looked back up at her and she held my gaze for only a moment, before her face went pink and she looked down, tucking her hair behind her left ear.

So cute. So shy. I loved it. And the best part was, she came back. Even after all we’ve done, she kept coming back. It emboldened me. As if I needed any help in that area.

I sat and watched as she started class, and despite the fact that she didn’t look at me very often, when she did her face didn’t seem as tense as it had even yesterday. Maybe she was starting to warm up to me. Maybe she was just having a good day. I don’t know. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Her eyes did still have that alert quality to them, like a small animal keeping an eye on some distant predator. Cautious. Guarded. But still maintaining some level of normalcy. At least for her. The baseline look in her eyes was a little more nervous than most on her best day.

She even seemed more comfortable walking near my table today, shuffling sideways as she squeezed between my table and the one next to it, my eyes locked onto her ass. I wanted to touch it so bad, but couldn’t risk being seen by some fucking busybody nerd with nothing better to do than report me to the principal.

And just like that, my dick started its slow swell, awakening finally as it didn’t want to miss out on any of the action my eyes were taking in. She didn’t look back at me when she squeezed through, and it was a good thing. I don’t know if I would have been able to control myself if she had. But then she did, turning her head to look behind her with that innocent look in her eyes. Awkwardly trying to show off her body to me while still very much unwilling to do so was a strange combination. Attractive, for sure. The duality of it drove me crazy. Yet all I could do was sit there and grit my teeth, and breathe.

She spent the rest of class up front by her desk, trying but failing to not glance at me every so often. Each time I was looking right back at her, letting her know she had my undivided attention. I pulled out my phone and swiped it open, quickly typing out a text and hitting send, then slipped it back into the front pocket of my jeans and watched her.

She was off to the right side of her desk when a quiet ‘ding’ sound went off. She and I seemed to be the only ones who noticed it, and she continued talking to the class as she casually rounded her desk to check. Her voice faltered, and she stopped speaking for a few moments.

I smirked, proud of my ability to disrupt her class. Make her nervous. She quickly looked up and quietly cleared her throat. “Sorry,” she said to the class, embarrassed that she let herself get flustered in front of them. Her voice was a little bit unsteady. Quieter, more timid than I’d had been before she saw my text. She smiled politely, then her eyes briefly locked onto mine and I nodded while I had her brief attention. Funny how she looked to me before anyone else. Her face went pink and she closed her eyes, quickly and subtly shaking her head before going back into her lecture.

I liked that she was so easily embarrassed. It made her all the more cute. So pure. I continued watching her with the confidence of knowing that my text affected her in that way. It made me want to do it even more now.

When the bell rang she jumped a little, flustered, the loud ringing of the bell pulling her out of whatever thoughts she was having. I fucking loved it when she did that. I almost laughed, but no one else seemed to be paying attention to her. Amazing. Such a pretty girl, ripe and fresh and young. Older than me, but still so young. Naive. Petite. So damn cute. If any of the other guys in class noticed her that way, they weren’t letting it show. That was fine. More for me. So much more, I hope.

I took my time, standing up from my seat to stretch, almost groaning in anticipation. The rest of the class filed out, ready to start their weekend. The chaos from the hallway was raucous, but eventually cut off almost completely when the door closed, its latch catching with a loud click. I smiled at that click. Simple, yet so profound. My heart was beating fast.

I casually made my way over to her desk, anxious to have some fun, and watched her as she stood there, ass against her desk, her fingertips holding onto the edge for support, or safety. She was looking down at my feet as I approached, her eyes unfocused.

“Hey,” I said, happy to be alone with her again. God, she smelled good. So clean. I wanted to know how clean.

She looked behind her, the shy way she glanced at the top of her desk as her left leg bent only adding to my steadily building arousal. It seemed to be warmer the closer to her I got. She tucked her hair behind her ear, unable or unwilling to look at me. But as so many times before, she didn’t run. Didn’t try to escape. She stayed…unwilling but willing. Her eyes looked at the door, as if suddenly regretting not grabbing her shit and leaving with the rest of the class. She looked so nervous now.

Her outfit was on point. Perfect. She was perfect. “You look so fucking good today,” I commented, my voice low as my right hand reached out and touched her left hip. As if she suddenly had second thoughts, and tried to brush past me. I stopped her with my left hand, firmly cupping her right breast through her sweater as I pushed her back against the desk. Both of her hands shot up and tried to push and pull my hand away.

When I didn’t let go, she slapped at them, clawing with her fingernails as her panic set in. But she didn’t cried out. Didn’t scream. The only sounds she made were the quiet, breathless sounds of a struggle. She wasn’t very strong, but gave it all she had, her hands now slapping against my chest, fingers trying to dig into my neck as my right hand squeezed her ass and pulled her against me.

A whimper finally escaped her throat. Quiet, and high-pitched. Her eyes were wild and wide open, eyebrows wrinkled with the strain of trying to push me away as she leaned her head away from me when I pressed my lips to hers. We were too close for her to escape, and she was **** to accept my kiss with small moans of ****. Unease. Short, quick breaths escaped her nose as she continued clawing at my neck. Beating her fists against my chest.

My tongue stuck out and parted her lips, and even as she fought, I felt her tongue reach out and touch mine. Her clawing fingers were against my stomach, scratching me through my shirt as they slid down, almost to my belly button. I slid my hand under her sweater and pushed my fingertips under her bra, groaning when I felt her naked breast slide under my hand.

She inhaled sharply through her nose and held it, her body trembling from surprise and the strain of the fight she was putting up. This hard to get act was driving me fucking crazy. My cock was a steel fucking rod inside my jeans. The pain of the scratches and slaps and punches only added to the excitement. The thrill of the moment sent hot adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger, lightly pinching it as I sucked on her upper lip. She sharply moaned in shock from the unexpected, stimulating pain, then bit my lower lip. I growled as I broke the kiss, pulling my hand out of her sweater to touch my lip, checking for blood. No blood. She looked at me, eyes wide open. Alert. Scared she may have angered me, but also filled with lust. I could swear her trembling lips were…not smiling, but…fuck. There’s no word for it. Not one that I know.

She pushed against my chest and I turned her, easily overpowering her now as I pinned her legs against the edge of her desk. The sounds of our struggle were quiet, but so fucking hot. The desperation of it all. She pushed back against me when my left hand slid back up her sweater, whimpering and moaning those high-pitched noises that seemed to be speaking directly to my dick. My right hand came around the front of her jeans, my fingers forcing their way between her legs to rub her already very warm crotch.

She let out breaths and lightly moaned, trying to hold them in, but as her back arched and her ass pushed back into me, I knew she wanted this. I knew what she wanted. It had only been a couple of days and she wanted it again. Her hands shot down to stop mine as they both now worked the button and zipper of her jeans, deftly opening them as her fingers frantically tried and failed to stop me.

My right hand roughly grabbed her throat and she opened her mouth when I slid my left hand down inside the front of her jeans. Inside her panties. She made a sudden, high-pitched moan, followed by a series of sharp, quick breaths exhaling through her open mouth as my fingers found her pussy. She was so fucking warm. And already a little wet.

Her back arched again and I pressed my bulge into her backside, my middle finger sliding down further until it teased her tight pussy’s entrance before slowly sliding back up to weave through her soft, warm folds and circle against her clit.

“Hhhohhgod,” she managed to whisper, her voice quiet, high-pitched, and almost in a state of euphoric relief. As if to say ‘finally, he’s touching me there again.’

I groaned as her ass subtly ground against my dick, so beyond turned-on I could barely think straight. Her body almost imperceptibly moved in time with my hand as it circled inside her panties, rubbing and teasing her soft, warm pussy. I suddenly felt the light touch of her right hand on the back of my neck, a fresh wave of thrilling arousal coursing through me. She’d had brought her right arm up to reach around behind my neck and rest her hand there.

Ohh fuck. The firm, rough grinding was making my cock scream out inside my jeans, begging to be released like some caged fucking animal. I couldn’t pull my hands away from her, and my zipper felt like it was fucking miles away. I wanted more. Needed more. The precum surged up my shaft and left what felt like a hundred little dots of sticky fluid on the inside of my boxer briefs. Like some lewd constellation I would name after her.

The warmth of her pussy. The feeling of her small ass grinding back against me. It was all too much. With a grunt I slipped my hand out of her panties and grabbed her hips, looking down as I pressed my aching bulge into her backside, pinning her against the edge of the desk.

I slipped my thumbs into the sides of her jeans and was surprised when her hands joined them. The desperation when we both pulled her jeans down made me growl. She panted loudly, letting me know she felt something similar.

I roughly tugged her jeans and panties halfway down her thighs, just enough to expose that perfect ass. Her pussy was glistening with her sweet juices. I licked the fingers that were just on her, closing my eyes to savor the taste of her, then frantically unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. I pulled them down and my cock sprung free, making me sigh deeply in sweet, sweet anticipation.

I sucked my fingers again and quickly rubbed them all over the head of my cock, then pushed against her back with my left hand. She bent forward, her hands flat on the desk to hold her up as she turned her head to look behind her and watch me with frantic, wild, lust-filled eyes. But apparently we had different ideas about what was going to happen.

I spread her right ass cheek open with my left hand and grabbed my cock with my right, rubbing the head of my cock up her slit. She gasped as the new sensation, but started to moan uneasily as the realization set in.

“No,” she suddenly, and breathlessly whispered. I know I didn’t hear her correctly. I hit my teeth, my eyes staring at the head of my cock as it slowly slid up through the folds of her wet pussy, just barely pressing into her.

She tensed up even as her back arched, desperation in her voice. A soothing wave of pleasure washed over me as I pulled my cock up through the folds of her pussy, the wet warmth of her pussy lips enveloping the head of my cock as if her lips were about to take me inside as the lips of her mouth had done.

“I can’t!” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through my ears even as the blood rushing to them muffled all other sounds. My eyes darted to hers when I realized what she’d said. “I can’t!” She said again, her voice frantic, pleading. I squeezed my dick, the head against her pussy’s entrance. So soft. It would only take a second to…

“I can’t do that!” She loudly whispered again, and the utter terror in her voice made me stop. I looked down at my cock, the tip against her soft, slick entrance. “Please! I can’t…I can’t do that.” She was begging. Pleading with me not to put inside, even as her back arched and even as her body screamed out to be fucked.

An asshole. Not a monster.

Fuck.

I groaned loudly, and reluctantly let go of my cock. I was beyond hard. It would be so easy to put it inside her. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t betray her trust. God DAMN it! I grit my teeth, disappointed, but not with her. I suppose I understood. This was something she’d been holding onto since she became a woman. A promise to herself. To her higher power. And you can say what you want about me, but I just couldn’t **** her. God damn, I wanted to. She wanted to. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

With a groan of frustration I stepped back.

“I’m sorry, I-” she began, but she didn’t need to say anymore. I wasn’t mad, although I knew she thought I was. “I just can’t do that.” I nodded, trying my best to calm my raging dick.

The problem was, I was still turned-on and ready to go. As was she. I looked down at her pussy and let out a deep breath of longing. My eyes drifted up to her asshole and a surge of fresh hunger made my mouth water. The awkward moment had to be broken. I needed her to know that it was okay. It would all be okay.

I suddenly slapped her ass cheek, the frustration of denial coming out in the rough spank. She gasped loudly at the sudden slap, but stayed where she was. I spanked her again and she winced, sucking in through her teeth, and then letting out a quiet moan.

I quickly stopped to my knees and spread her ass cheeks open, leaned in and quickly licked up against her asshole. She tensed up and tried to clench her ass cheeks, but I just spanked her again and spread her open wider, fully exposing her most intimate of places. She gasped and moaned when I roughly planted my face into her ass, my tongue on her pussy as it immediately started attacking her lips and clit.

“HhhUHHnnhh!” She moaned, unable to hold it in. My tongue’s **** on her clit continued at a frantic pace, and after a while she must have realized I wasn’t angry, because her body relaxed in front of me and started to allow itself to get into it. She rose up on her hands and arched her back, a position I would have loved to see from a different angle. But I had the best seat in the house, my face planted deep into her backside as my nose poked into her asshole, my lips closing around her folds to suckle on her, tasting her juices as my tongue flicked over her clit again and again.

I licked up from her clit and circled my tongue over the wet entrance to her pussy, silently making a promise that my cock would be inside her one day soon. A promise I had every intention of fulfilling. She made that noise and squirmed a bit when my tongue touched her asshole, but I didn’t care. Gross or not, I knew she liked it. I fucking lived for this. I loved it. I could eat this ass for hours and not get bored.

But her moans and whimpers were not the sounds of someone who didn’t like their asshole licked. In fact, they were the opposite. That’s fine, Miss Laura, keep up the act. Whatever you need to tell yourself. But I know you love how fucking dirty I am. I licked the index and middle fingers of my left hand and suddenly plunged them inside her pussy.

That got her.

She gasped and held her breath, and for several breathless moments silently took what I was giving her. Her body started trembling and when she finally let that breath out it was music in my ears. It was filled with such lust. Such longing. As if it were the feeling she had been searching for. Well I would give it to her. Over and over again.

I stiffened my tongue and pressed the tip into her asshole. She made that mildly grossed out sound yet her back arched and she started lightly bucking back against me, craving what she didn’t want to crave. But she had no control over what she liked. No one did. And her body responded to her deepest, darkest desires, her asshole trying to fuck my tongue as it puckered around it. I pushed my face into her deep, and she stopped moving.

My fingers continued pumping quickly in and out of her pussy, and her warm asshole suddenly softened, relaxed around my tongue as it penetrated her, digging in just a little. It was so fucking warm. Pliant, as it accepted my wet tongue.

She blew out a breath, as if she were consciously trying to let it happen. Fuck. I wanted to start stroking myself. I started bucking my face in and out, slowly trying to tongue-fuck her asshole while my fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. She was so fucking wet. She whimpered when my tongue went deeper inside her. Christ, I could feel it puckering around it and couldn’t help but smile.

She tasted so fucking good. It was amazing. Absolutely amazing. I didn’t know how much precum my cock had oozed out into the floor, but I imagined a small puddle in front of her desk. I needed some attention, too. As much as I could have stayed right here, I had to have more.

I quickly licked up against her asshole and pulled my fingers out of her pussy. She gasped and whimpered that high-pitched sound I loved, and turned her head to look at me stand up.

“Get up on the desk,” I demanded gently, my voice serious. Her eyes showed concern, yet were too filled with lust to distrust me. She turned to face me, not knowing what I meant. Still inexperienced, she stood there for a moment, waiting for me to give her direction.

“Get up on the desk, on your hands and knees,” I said, patient but somewhat urgent. She sat back on her desk and swung her legs around, doing what she was told. A similar position to yesterday, but I made her face me this time. Her ass was facing the door, completely exposed to anyone who might walk through that door. In the moment, neither of us cared.

I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled it down to my lap, quickly feeding the head of my dick between her lips. She let out a breath as she opened her mouth, leaning down so her ass was sticking out and up. I sneered and grit my teeth as I felt her lips start suckling on my head.

Face down. Ass up.

Oh God, the his wouldn’t take long. I closed my eyes and made her blow me quickly. She seemed maybe a little disappointed that her pussy wasn’t getting the attention it had been getting. Just a theory. Maybe she was fine with this. But I wanted her to finish. I’m sure she wanted to, too. But she wouldn’t ask to. She wouldn’t take matters into her own hands. She needed guidance. And that’s why I’m here.

“Play with yourself,” I whispered through groaning sighs of pleasure. She made a noise, and hesitated. But only for a moment. She was too aroused. She slid her hand down between her legs, letting out a timid, high-pitched whimper when her fingers found what they were looking for. Not my fingers, I know. Or my tongue. But they’d have to do for now.

“Hhohhh, that’s so fucking hot,” I whispered, my voice low. “Does that feel good?” I didn’t expect her to say anything with a mouthful of cock, but her deep moan was the answer. I smirked as I pushed more of my cock into her mouth, sighing as I felt her tongue on the underside of my shaft.

“That’s my good cocksucker,” I said, remembering how she liked to be spoken to. She sharply moaned, and her fingers sped up. Her breaths started coming out of her nose faster.

“Ohh fuck, Laura,” I said, relishing the opportunity to tease her. I knew it affected her. Somehow. She seemed to feed off it. Like she fed on my cock. My dick started flexing and throbbing, precum surging up my shaft, near constant as it oozed and spurted out into her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” I whispered, letting her know how much I enjoyed her mouth. I looked down at her ass, heart-shaped from this angle, and slid my right hand down her back until I grabbed her left cheek and squeezed. Her back arched and I lightly spanked her, eliciting a sharp moan which sounded a lot like ‘thank you sir, may I have another.’ I grit my teeth and spanked her again. Harder. She moaned sharply, and her hand hesitated for a moment, before speeding up as she rubbed herself, the stinging pain on her ass cheek sending her into a frantic pace.

I was close. I didn’t want it to end, but I couldn’t wait to finish. Especially like this. In her mouth. While she got herself off. Jesus Christ. My balls stirred and let me know it was almost time. My cock flexed and a fresh spurt of precum glazed her tongue and the inside of her lips as she sucked.

“Don’t stop,” I said, my cock preparing as it swelled. I touched her asshole with my middle finger and gently pressed into it, pulling her body to me. She whimpered and her fingers rubbed even faster, as if trying to time her own orgasm with my own. My finger slipped inside her asshole and she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Laura.” She inhaled sharply when she heard her name and my declaration, yet still she sucked. My finger in her ass, I prodded her tight, warm hole ever-so-gently to add that extra flavor to her imminent release. She gagged when I pushed another inch down her tongue, forcing her to take more of me inside, yet still…she sucked.

Her hand faltered as she let out a high-pitched moan. She was cumming. She moaned again, desperately trying to rub herself off as her fingers trembled and her lips sucked hard as she held her breath. My cock pumped in and out of her mouth and I sighed loudly as I started cumming. Euphoric bliss tingled my body as my cock flexed again and again, my balls emptying themselves into her sucking mouth to the sounds of her high-pitched, stilted moans of orgasmic ecstasy. She momentarily got quiet and held her breath, and when I heard her suddenly let it out of her nose I knew she had swallowed. A least some of it. She gagged and opened her mouth, lightly retching as I heard a soft splash hit the floor in front of me. She swallowed again and put her lips back around my cock, awkwardly and frantically bobbing her head as she rubbed out the rest of her powerful orgasm.

Oh my fucking God.

She frantically breathed in and out of her nose, stifling her moans. Too shy and embarrassed to let it out naturally, she kept trying to hold it in, lest she let me know how wonderful it felt. The last of my load oozed out from the suction of her lips, and I pulled my cock out of her mouth, stroking whatever remained inside my shaft to the tip. She closed her lips around the head of my cock again and suckled, but I quickly pulled it out of her mouth again.

She swallowed in a passionate display of uncontrollable desire, still cumming as her fingers teased it out of her pussy. My hand was on her throat pulling her up, and she whimpered loudly when I pressed my lips to hers. She stuck her tongue into my mouth as if on autopilot, and I happily returned the kiss. She swallowed again and kissed me again, letting me lick her tongue as I sucked her lips. I tasted myself on her but didn’t care. In the heat of the moment, just about anything can be forgiven. And it’s not like I wanted to taste myself. I wanted to taste her. Help her finish.

And finish she did. With panting breaths as our kiss slowed, she finally moved her hand away from her pussy. Bright pink and swollen. Wet. Satisfied. I broke the kiss and watched her panting, mouth open. I smiled as I panted too, coming down from my orgasmic high, so impressed that she swallowed my cum. Not all of it, but god damn, quite a bit.

I pulled up my jeans and zipped them up, then buckled my belt. She laid her head down on her desk, her shoulders slumped as her body finally relaxed completely. I stroked her hair and she let me, and I leaned down close to her ear.

“I’m so proud of you,” I praised her. “I hope I tasted as good as you do.” I added that last part just to remind her of what she did. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I tried. “Thank you.” I kissed the top of her head, then grabbed the strap of my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I wanted to stay with her, but I couldn’t. Someone would eventually come in. The sooner I left, the sooner she would leave, and I didn’t want her to get caught.

I gave her naked ass, still sticking up in the air, a light pat for a job well done, then stopped short of leaving for a moment, nodding to myself as I had a thought and agreed with it.

“I’ll need some more tutoring tomorrow,” I said gently, trying to control the excitement in my voice. “Tell him. Tell him I’m coming over.”

And then I left, a spring in my step as the sound of the door latch clicked loudly, softly echoing down the empty hallway.