She scolds him, saying she’s not on the pill

“You didn’t even ask if it was okay.” she said. Another shiver rippled through her as she rubbed slowly, even though her body was still sensitive. “What if I get pregnant now, huh? What do you think my dad’s gonna say when he finds out the guidance counselor knocked up his daughter, who was on track to be valedictorian?”

“Shit,” I swore, scrambling, looking around the desk for something, anything, to clean her with. “Jesus, I didn’t– fuck, hold on, I’ll fix it–”

I grabbed a stack of tissues from next to my monitor, trying to reach between her legs like I could somehow undo what I’d done, wipe it away, make it not real.

But she was already laughing, her fingers still exploring between her thighs.

“You’re cute when you panic,” she said.

I exhaled, sounding slightly stressed still, and gently brushed her hand aside to wipe her dry. “Yeah, well… maybe warn a guy next time before you start talking about babies.”

She grinned but let me take over, feeling my soft and caring touch as I wiped her clean. I dabbed at her lips, thighs, and even where both our fluids ran down her butt into the shallow cleft. I tried cleaning the mess I’d made with a focused concentration. No more jokes. Just a glance up every now and then, checking her face, seeing her bite her lip as I swept over the crinkled ring.

When I was done, I tossed the soiled tissues into the trash next to my desk, then slowly let her legs down, guiding them until her feet touched the floor. The position caused her back to arch uncomfortably from her butt hanging off the edge during our fucking. She moved to stand and relieve the pressure on her spine, where the desk bit into her.

I stepped back after helping her up, tucking myself away with one hand, the other brushing at my shirt as if trying to pull myself back together.

She bent to collect her panties, sliding them up her legs with no rush, the elastic snapping into place as she stood. Then she reached up, putting her bra back in place and then moving onto her blouse. Fingers fumbling slightly with the first button, as she began to do it up.

“Man, that was super intense” she said, sounding much lighter, and almost giddy. There was no longer any teasing, just the sound of a girl that was freshly fucked. “Where did that come from?”

I shrugged, watching her hands as she worked her way up. “I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting all of that. Some of those things you said caught me totally off guard.”

“Yeah?” She tucked the last button through its hole, pulling at the fabric as she looked at me. “So… do you do this with a lot of girls you’re not supposed to be with?” she asked playfully with a wink.

“Only the ones that show me pictures of my dick.” A big smile crossed my face when I answered.

She laughed, but this time it was a little breathier. “Well,” she said, reaching for her phone on the desk, flipping it in her hand before locking eyes with me, “maybe she wanted you to feel like you’d been bad.”

I held her eyes, as I stood a little straighter, now that we were done. “Yeah?” I said. “I think it might’ve worked?”

Her lips parted, about to speak when voices echoed from the hallway. One of them was unmistakably her father’s.

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